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[Nov. 5th, 2009|07:08 pm] |
Who: Delbchaem and Johnny Hickory
When: Evening
Where: Johnny's place
Warnings: They're hoping so
Johnny grinned, strumming his guitar lazily in the section of the flat for recording music. There had to be four guitars, a few violins, and plenty of tech for it, and few years of pay to get this kind of swag. And there was promise of some smoking woman coming over and having some fun. Halloween candy, go figure. This night was going to be... interesting. |
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[Oct. 25th, 2009|08:32 pm] |
Who: Elliot, Johnny Hickory, Tachikoma
What: Epic scuffles, Halloween personality switches, ahoy!
Where: Pub o' Jour
When: Halloween's Eve (yeah we're early, impatient much?)
Warnings: Violence, cursing, candy corn
Johnny neatly dodged another giggling Tinkerbell on her way to the powder room, trying to not inhale the miasma of glitter following her. This was Tachi's first sortie out as a real pub musician. Bagpipes, of all the instruments to choose. He chuckled and shook his head. Made sense with the bubbly and beyond quirky robot-turned-girl and she had been practicing the aptly themed music for a good while.
Screwing the hat better to his head, he had chosen a respectable Zorro costume for the night's festivities, Johnny wandered on into the pub. The public was starting to mill and fill the area. |
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[Aug. 19th, 2009|05:48 pm] |
WHO: Miniver Cheevy and Johnny Hickory
WHAT: A couple of musicians hangin' out and probably raising a little hell
WHERE: ...good question. Initially, London. Later, who knows?
WHEN: Uhhhh Tuesday night ish or something idk my bff jill?
WARNINGS: None foreseeable, but the muns have only played together once so who knows?
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For the sake of the scene, the narrative is going to claim that Miniver and Johnny agreed to meet at a cafe somewhere downtown. And you are going to believe it, because you are the audience, and the narrative outranks you!!!
...so Miniver is at this cafe with his guitar and a cup of tea that is really more milk than tea. He's sprawled there in a sunny patch, wearing his usual long brown leather coat, black curls falling around his shoulders like a lion's mane but tied back from his face with a leather thingy that has blue-grey bird feathers sticking up from it -- it looks rather Native American. He glances around occasionally for anyone who looks like they might be Johnny... |
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