The Piano Bar (Open)

Man, this guy was cool-looking. That was the first thing Kai could think as he spoke on, the particular appearance he had been crafted into a strange work of art in its own way. The thought was crushed under a bit of revulsion that she could think that way, that the cruel beauty of the Fae came with horrifying suffering. After all, this was a man, and that man had been crafted into this skeleton with blades for nails and his mandible missing...

The thought dragged up a quiet rage. Did he know it? Did he feel it, the victim of such indecencies? In her anger, burning reds flickered to her cheeks and temples before she took a long breath. Let it out. She didn't even think about the horrors that she had suffered to be crafted in this way...

"Massacre. Man, you're not awkward. You're cool as hell. Right? He's cool as hell!"

Nobody talked like that. What a story this guy was going to be later! She grinned broadly and shook the hand with a bit of caution to avoid getting sliced.

"I'm Kai. Good to meet you. Sit, sit. The way I see it, this is a great night for singing along. I'm terrible at it - could probably shatter glass, honestly - but whatever. Elton John needs us. Where did you come up with such a badass name?"

At the skeletons first question, Ivory merely offered a slight, noncomittal shrug.

"I sing when I wish to," she offered, "and never before."

Getting Ivory to do something she did not want to was... difficult. It was a lesson Pendragon had learned early in their relationship and the Pale Dragon saw no reason to cultivate a new image after his death. If her late husband could learn to accept her, so would others. At the very least so would those that mattered.

Then came the man's rambling, prompting Ivory to blink with evident surprise at the string of questions and comments. It earned him a smile as well. This Onyx would certainly be memorable, which is more than Ivory could say for most she had met. In this small way, he defied expectation.

"Of course names have power," she said, subtly referencing a truth all Lost knew. And those who did not would learn soon enough. Given the skeleton boasted a moniker, Ivory assumed he was in the former. "A curious nickname, to be sure."

Eyebrows raised to emphasize her second statement. The four of them were in public, after all, and the use of one's identity among their kind could be curious. A name such as Titania's could be eclectic, but reasonable among the ears of the mundane. Massacre lacked the safety of this assumption.

At the offered hand, Ivory accepts and grants the man a soft shake, fingers deftly avoiding the edge of the claws as she chuckled.

"Please, if you had offended I never would have suggested joining our table," she said, her tone turning warm, "I am Abigail."

Massacre seemed intent on using his name among the Lost, but Ivory would not abandon her caution. Her name among the Lost would remain a mystery to the him, at least for the moment.

Then Ivory's eyes landed on the Polychromatic. She liked it when Kai let herself smile, regardless of how often it seemed to be the case. Their initial meeting signaled something darker in the woman's past and it was pleasing she could still give herself to joy.

"He's very intriguing," Ivory agreed. Something about the man had a draw to it, in much the same matter of Ivory's current company. Though his attraction was of a decidedly different variety. 

As Titania looked to her phone and rose, she would find her forlorn expression reciprocated by the Pale Dragon's features.

"I look forward to it," she said as the Nightsinger signaled that she would see them again, "Take care."

"Later, Titania. Thanks for the drink," Kai said, giving the gorgeous Fairest a little wave goodbye as she headed off before returning her attention to Ivory and their intriguing new friend. His gentle mention of her questionable singing talent was appreciated - God, she really was not good at it, try though she may at times when she was well into her cups. She nodded at the point about names having power and filtered his name down to 'M'.

"A couple of months. Not long at all, just long enough to get settled in, see a big festival and get into The Job."

The Summer Court of Las Vegas were professionals, through and through. She had to work hard to keep up, but hey. People were willing to cut a competent rookie that put in the work a bit of slack, weren't they?

"Abigail's more established, you know." She gave a playful chuckle. "What about you? Please tell me you've found fun things to do here that aren't just parties. There's so many parties."

As M asked his question, Ivory granted the man a small smile, a warm hopeful expression spreading across her features. Ivory may be petty and possessed of a significant ego, but she wasn't blind to what she symbolized. Ivory was living, breathing proof that a new life could be achieved.

"I have," she answered.

Then Ivory's attention turned to Kai. 

"And that's why I adore you," she complimented as the Polychromatic displayed indifference to parties, "Such clarity..."

The Summer had a way of seeing things objectively and acting on it... She also had shown before that she was willing to assist Ivory's own ambition. Speaking of which.

"Before I forget, I believe I owe you a boon. For your help at the last gathering," she said, "Your... Problem that we spoke of? I think I can assist. Stop by when you can, I'll text you my address later."

The business quickly faded to a chuckle as both M and Kai ventured into her activities.

"How scandalous," she said, declining to answer. Nonetheless a smirk played upon her lips as he glass was raised.

Kai gave Ivory a thumbs up at the amusing remark about clarity -- but when she said she wanted to help her with the issue of existence as far as paperwork went, the Polychromatic's eyebrows popped. "Help? Oh! Yes. Wow, thank you -- send it along," she replied, plainly excited by the news. A broad smile rested on her face, and the colors beneath her skin were suddenly bright purples and pinks of happiness and relief. Then, she laughed. "Speaking of which... I should talk to Buck about what happened there. It..."

She looked to Massacre, considering for a moment on whether or not she should rope him in. The colors faded to something more serious as she remembered the time-twister she had put them on. Kai lowered her voice to ensure they wouldn't be overheard. The singer sure helped with that, keeping attention on the stage.

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