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Post by Kai Rose on Oct 14, 2020 21:05:35 GMT -8
You ever been to one of those piano bars where the music is hot and the drinks are cold? A couple of dueling pianos, with their pianists singing their hearts out over the three-dollar beer special that never stops pouring until the last patron is gone? The world stops at a place like this, where waitresses bustle in fashion-ripped jeans and black tank tops and the line kitchen churns out honey garlic wings for five-ninety-nine a pound - on special, of course, for one night only... ...until next Thursday wings night comes around and a whole new crowd of tourists run in to toss bread in the piano men's jar and the beer keeps on flowing. The Piano Bar at Harrah's was endlessly bustling, with people from all over coming and going as they came to enjoy the sounds of live music rocking to the rafters. Tonight, a way-too-handsome Chilean man with a huge smile, a stunning voice and a remarkable sense of rhythm belted out ' Made in England' by Elton John with an accompanying drummer. He had the older ladies dancing to the tune as he sang about that Cadillac muscle and a Yankee summer... Kai Rose sat at the bar in black pants and a white top, her little foot bouncing to the upbeat music as she drank in the finest of the Strip's glamour over a rum and coke.
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Post by Titania on Oct 15, 2020 4:40:20 GMT -8
It's not her first choice. After all she's used to more upscale venues, however, beggars can't be choosers and until she can sign with Nimbus - he already deserted their meeting once - she'll have to make do with what she has. Fast-foods aren't that bad every now and then and this place was reasonably close. The club smells of cheerfulness and resounds with the bustling of activity and live music. When she gets there, it's already packed to the brim. She's packing a simple denim shirt and blue jeans. Something that in its simplicity sets her apart even more from the crowd. And you could almost swear that, as she entered, the lounge went silent. She goes straight to the counter, orders a tea, and then takes her seat at one of the few remaining empty tables.
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Post by Titania on Oct 16, 2020 21:26:08 GMT -8
The woman at the counter speaks of the quality you can only find in those you dream about. Ethereal, vanishing, an after image of your thoughts. Or was that a memory from the recent festival. The shopping Mall, perhaps? As the waitress comes in to take her order, she briefly touches her arm and whispers to her ear "Yes, two . One to my acquaintance over there"
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Post by Ivory on Oct 17, 2020 21:20:16 GMT -8
Las Vegas was full of pretty jewels, but, now and then, Ivory found herself with a taste for hunting grounds that were more... common.
Thus, the Pale Dragon eventually found her way into the Piano Bar. She was dressed simply enough. A cream colored turtleneck, tan slacks, and a navy blue moleskin jacket, coupled with shallow heels of matching color was the chosen ensemble. A small off-white, Tilly Top Coach purse hung from her shoulder.
The first thing that hit the Fairest was a scent of osmanthus and saffron, drawing her gilded eyes to the vivid Nightsinger. The beauty of the Lost before her caused Ivory some pause and she held her gaze longer than she would have liked. Had she seen her? So many faces had played across Ivory's vision during the recent coronation, but surely she would remember one such as her? Or perhaps not. The revelry was astounding, at least for a while.
Tempting as the woman was, though, a familiar face was also seen at the bar. And a faint promise was remembered.
Thus, without warning, Ivory swooped to the bar, reaching a seat adjacent to Kai as she began to take off her coat.
"I had hoped to find good company," she cooed, announcing her presence to the Polychromatic as the coat found its place on the back of the barstool, "Finding you is a blessing as always. I trust you're well?"
The question was asked even as Ivory was already slipping into the seat, her purse finding purchase in her lap as she turned her attention to the attending bartender.
"Ah, a Kentucky Gold, please... Thank you," she said, delivering her order without a glance to the offered menu.
Then... there's a pause as the Fairest waits for her beverage. Turning back to Kai, the Pale Dragon would rest her gaze on the Polychromatic's crystalline face.
"I suppose I shouldn't have presumed," she said, "You don't mind me joining you do you, darling?"
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Post by Titania on Oct 18, 2020 1:05:47 GMT -8
Another bee sweeps by, stealing her chance at a polite conversation and the expectations of an even marginal improvement of her - quite desolate - social life. The tea arrives, and she's content with hiding her sorrow behind the teacup.
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Post by Kai Rose on Oct 18, 2020 19:32:50 GMT -8
A drink appeared, with the bartender indicating the...
...wow. Okay, Spring. Move over, Buck Chasseur. She was like art, which made Kai wonder for a second if, perhaps, she had been art at one point in her not-too-distant past. The flash of green over her skin faded to a simmering crimson before she took a sip of the drink and a breath.
She was rising from her seat as Ivory showed. The dragon was rarely not the brightest light in the room. It was actually a little weird. "Hey, Abigail. By all means, I..." Kai gestured to the drink, then to Titania -- apparently the beverage had come on order from another. "I guess we've got a new friend. We should say hi." She gestured toward the stranger's table, like a 'shall we?'
Sliding into a seat near the embodiment of a princess, the Wizened offered a sculpted hand for a gentle shake. "Hey. Thanks for the drink. I'm Kai. This is Abigail."
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Post by Ivory on Oct 18, 2020 20:06:13 GMT -8
Ivory followed Kai's gestures and rose, collecting her coat, purse, and, of course, the cocktail.
"By all means," she offered before following.
Certainly, the invitation from the Art had gone specifically to Kai... but Ivory was never one to deny a invitation by proxy. Thus, as Kai situated herself so too did the Pale Dragon at her new roost. She'd watch as Kai extended her hand, as was her custom, but Ivory did not offer the same, preferring a semblance of distance. After all, it was not her this woman was after.
"Good evening," she said as she was introduced, offering a slight nod.
The stranger was quite the site, overpowering the appeal of even Kai's sculpted form. Compared to them both, Ivory was almost plain. It wasn't that Ivory was unattractive, but her looks did not draw the attention in the ways that Kai and, especially, the stranger did. In her periphery, Ivory noted the glances of patrons of all stripes, but she knew most of the glances, if any at all, were not on her.
If she had been placed in this scenario years earlier, she might have felt shy or diminished, but the years with Pendragon had helped to sculpt Ivory's regal demeanor. She was a pebble amongst diamonds, but, too her, that existence was not entirely without boon.
Settled in, the dragon's fingers found her glass, lifting them to her lips as the floor was granted to the figure of Kai's attention. Her presence demanded it.
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Post by Titania on Oct 20, 2020 14:00:06 GMT -8
The Spring springs from her seat, gently inviting the two women to sit alongside her. Her gesture is accompanied by a warm smile and mellifluous chirp. Once they've sat, she'll follow suit. "What a coincidence. Such a small world. To think I would meet you here", she says in a mouthful. A posher Mary Poppins meeting a walking fashion ad. All the while, the air is filled with a fragrance of saffron dancing in the air at the beat of a long lost tune. "But where are my manners?", she says... the concern troll. At her sides, the obelisks become exclamation marks. "I believe we've met once or twice. But never got to introduce ourselves. Really a mishap on my part", she says with a smile that could ignite a star or plead not guilty to a jury and still be believed no matter the iron-clad evidence of the contrary. "I'm Titania. A member of the Spring club"
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Post by Kai Rose on Oct 20, 2020 21:03:47 GMT -8
"Yes, yes, I remember you!" Rose said, sipping at the drink the Verdant courtier had provided and letting out a little sniff at the fragrance of saffron. It was nice. Spring Mantles often were. "The song, the duet with Felicity. It was good." Especially for an improvised act. Kai had been doing other things at the time, but she had heard it - how could she not? "Nice to meet you. Have you been living in Vegas long?"
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Post by Ivory on Oct 22, 2020 21:33:53 GMT -8
The waft of saffron was appreciated, settling the Pale Dragon as she watched the princess speak. A cordial smile plays on Ivory's lips as the Nightsinger introduces herself... and her membership.
"Fortunate," she offered, her tone kind "It seems we share a membership in common then."
Kai, of course, asked the burning question. In her mind, Ivory doubted one such as this woman would have escaped her notice, but... the Spring Court of Vegas was large.
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Post by Massacre on Oct 23, 2020 17:14:37 GMT -8
The door opened and a gaunt skeletal figure sauntered in, bow-tie undone and dress shirt untucked. The skull atop the towering tribute to torment focused in on the table of Spring and Summer. Massacre approached and the cold came with him. As he did so the claws that might serve for hands stayed at his side. Their movement was slow and conscious of any eyes on them. The telltale song of blade sharpening itself against blade punctuated each step. He reached a nearby table and pulled the chair out so it faced away from but was still closer to the assembled Changelings.
Cooler than the coolest customer, he thought as he straddled the chair with its back facing the strangers and plopped onto the seat. Each claw hugged at the figure's arms and constantly threatened to tear at the silk and render the flesh beneath it. "Neighbors. Just so you know, whenever there's awkward small talk, I am summoned." The voice sounded like he was projecting, or he was permanently stuck in a well. Whatever annunciation he might make was lost and it always sounded like he was about to deliver a dirge. The talking skull had a missing jaw bone so when the voice spoke there was little movement, only a shift in shadow. The glamour the creature wore pursed his lips. "Who chose this bar because they want to sing?"
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Post by Titania on Oct 24, 2020 11:57:00 GMT -8
"You did?", she asks with palpable excitement, made even more evident by the smiling faces at the sides of her head. "It was something we did in the spur of the moment. Nothing was planned. I'm glad you liked it!". There was something that made those two women appealing. It wasn't just their affiliation, obviously the quieter one being closer to home.
Her reflection stares back from the symmetric formations of the woman's crystalline skin, played across the whole RGB spectrum. She's being asked a question, and she needs to blink twice to bring herself back to the real world. "Hmm, yes. I've been living here since last month. Fresh to town and all", it's the regal bearing of the other one, so evocative of her own mother, that provides the much needed anchor to her hyperactive brain. "uhm... dew", she whispers. And if she'd normally be intimidated by her, she's never seen a lizard-woman act this civil. "Enchanted really, it seems we missed each other at the Spring party", she smiles, her free hand ready to grab her mobile phone and swap contacts. Now, who's really intimidating is the walking pile of bones that has just sauntered across the room, not far from their table. Seemingly, the man is talking with them. Two exclamation marks, as she feels singled out. "Y...yes?", she asks timidly.
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Post by Kai Rose on Oct 24, 2020 18:07:51 GMT -8
"Improv? That was super solid. The mash-up? So cool." Kai would never know that Felicity had made that mash-up up on the fly. Frankly, she had the singing skill of a drunken frat boy. "I haven't been here much longer. It has been pretty good so far, though..."
She trailed off, her attention difficult to drag away from the Verdant Princess, but when a clawed creature rolled up on one's table and made spoke about awkward small talk, that got Kai's attention. "Nothing awkward about strangers getting acquainted," she replied with a shrug, choosing to leave the awkwardness of calling strangers' small talk not specifically mentioned. It wouldn't be polite, and the fellow hadn't done anything worth being impolite over. He was just weird-looking, which wasn't actually all that weird among their kind. "Looks like the singer's got the singing covered." Kai nodded to the South American man working the piano.
"What's your name, neighbor?"
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Post by Ivory on Oct 25, 2020 2:39:46 GMT -8
"I've been here about a year myself," Ivory offered as the pair went through the usual meet and greet topics.
The Pale Dragon smiles as her fellow Spring seems mesmerized by Kai's shifting colors. It was one of the things that had caught Ivory's attention when she had first met the Polychromatic as well. It spoke the truth of the Summer's heart even if she had hoped it would not.
"From Kai's glowing review, it seems the loss is mine" Ivory said, complimenting the Nightsinger as she mentions missing her at an assembly of Springs. Ivory assumes she meant the gathering within Buck's halls during the Mabon Feast afterparty. "I trust establishing yourself hasn't been too trying?" she asks, reciprocating Titania's smile with a warm one of her own, "Vegas can be... well. Vegas."
Las Vegas was an interesting city and it could be difficult to root oneself within it's scene. And that was to say nothing for the shifting politics and emotional high of the established Courts of the Lost. Doing it alone could be difficult and the thought reminded Ivory of the boon she possessed by bearing some Goodwill. Although it was not with her court.
As she spoke, the Pale Dragon's head dips. Delicate, clawed digits open her purse and shift the contents to retrieve the phone. The matter doesn't take too long, as the Ivory's purse is a tidy affair, but it takes long enough to distract the Hunterheart from the arrival of the Skull. It is the gaunt thing's voice that draws Ivory to lift her head as her phone is brought to the table to swap contact information with her fellow Verdant and his manner prompts a single white brow to lift as the Pale Dragon observes his clouds of frost.
A Winter.
Ivory had seldom seen the Onyx during her stay in Las Vegas, but, then again, that was kind of the point. Briefly, she considered if the man had been sent to observe the younger Courts in this hunting ground, but then she shooed away the political thought. Ivory and Kai were surely too small to warrant such significant notice and Titania had admitted she too was new.
The Pale Dragon considered saying nothing, letting the Skull speak with her fairer company. However, Titania seemed shy and Ivory supposed it would be poor form to force the Nightsinger to take charge. They were both Springs after all and she found the woman pleasant.
"What is more awkward? Connecting with one's neighbors or failing to join their table?" she asked, her tone half-teasing as some light amusement spread across her features.
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Post by Massacre on Oct 25, 2020 23:04:27 GMT -8
The skull lingered on the multi-colored voice. Then the visage stripped of expression observed the sculpted Summer socialite. Finally the creature's grimace fell on the Regal fair one. Each one a beauty. Beauties that made him recall a boy's memory of losing himself in tulip fields and an entire lifetime's worth of contentment in drinking his aunt's special brew of coffee from borrowed porcelain. It was always expected and always surprising to encounter such Beauty among those that escaped. The creature's lack of a face made it so none of these musings were communicated. The skull stared and, very rarely, a shadow might stir, but even the most eagle eyed could not discern much from the Cold One other than that he was, indeed, watching the others as they spoke in turn. "There's always...someone. Who wants to sing," he said in a voice that couldn't help but sound ominously operatic. "If you'd indulge a stranger...do you need someone to ask before you sing or do you just sing?" Then the creature shifted suddenly with a speed that it hadn't hinted at prior. He was suddenly nodding at the multi-colored woman's statements. Every single statement received an excited titter from the skull atop the sickly form. "Yes--yes, yes! My thoughts exactly, but once its called a thing, the thing takes on the property of the word. Or does that happen? If it does, is it done in that way? Or is observing a thing as good as condemning it to be the thing it is observed as? Does someone who is named Betelgeuse take on the property of a dense star burning too bright? Would they if they were never told of their name's inspiration? Or would he be different if he were named Tom, Bob, or Tobadil?" The briefest of pauses as the creature leaned back from the group. "The question is, I suppose, did pointing it out make it awkward? Is awkwardness something you don't feel until you're beet red from realization? Do names have power? Do adjectives count as names? What was that last season of Lost about? If it had not been said, would it have never had been? Am I just awkward? We may never know. My name is...Massacre. What's yours?" He tried to hint at something bashful. The foreboding voice made him sound like a Spaghetti Western villain. The voice sounded closer and farther depending on excitement. Some statements needed to be strained to hear.
Finally, the creature turned to the Regal Fairest and nodded at her question. He nodded. "True, true." What was true was never elaborated and the creature completely side-stepped the dichotomy. "You do get at a source of awkwardness. If I could explain: my first instinct is to respect space. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend." He offered out his hand and the ebony claws extended out from a comparatively small palm. "I won't be offended if you don't take it, or if you ask me to leave. But I'd appreciate an introduction, truth seeker."
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