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dayslikedominos2013-09-01 10:35 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in dayslikedominos2013-09-01 10:35 pm
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[Open/Party-style] Something Like Rock and Roll
The place is bright but not too bright; they don't have anyone to work the lighting seriously, so there's an old disco ball and a dim spotlight with a color-changing wheel revolving on it. The players on the little stage are more enthusiastic than skilled, playing covers of things that were hits six months ago and now all but forgotten by those who didn't have to learn every note. There's a bar at the far end, separated from the rest of the place by a low wall that isn't really a wall at all; a bouncer sits at one entrance to keep minors out and booze in, but even he is nodding along distractedly to the music.
To anyone with a good ear, though, the sound doesn't just come from the couple of speakers the band has set up in front. It echoes throughout the room as though there were small speakers lined across the ceiling, in between the hanging lamps and the beams supporting the roof. There's something a little different about the place, something a little off about the way the guy at the bar shuffles around in the back, something about the way the waitress has eyes that gleam a little too brightly as she steps between tables.
Welcome to Eaves and Apples Bar and Grill, is the sign hanging just inside the front door, the words suspended in a laticework carving that the trained eye might recognize as being wrapped up in symbols of protection. Go ahead and let your hair down, because this fairytale doesn't end until well after the stroke of midnight.
[Just starting us off here - party style log is go, if you'd rather start your own comment train.]
To anyone with a good ear, though, the sound doesn't just come from the couple of speakers the band has set up in front. It echoes throughout the room as though there were small speakers lined across the ceiling, in between the hanging lamps and the beams supporting the roof. There's something a little different about the place, something a little off about the way the guy at the bar shuffles around in the back, something about the way the waitress has eyes that gleam a little too brightly as she steps between tables.
Welcome to Eaves and Apples Bar and Grill, is the sign hanging just inside the front door, the words suspended in a laticework carving that the trained eye might recognize as being wrapped up in symbols of protection. Go ahead and let your hair down, because this fairytale doesn't end until well after the stroke of midnight.
[Just starting us off here - party style log is go, if you'd rather start your own comment train.]
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Almost too easy to hear, in fact.
Asch grudgingly accepts a glass of juice from the waitress, drinking a bit of it before setting it on the speaker next to him. He's not dressed like any of the band members - somewhat worn denim jacket over a teeshirt, leather driving gloves for a car he doesn't have. Normally grumpy, but he actually seems to be enjoying himself a bit here, where there's no room to think on anything but the music. He tosses his head slightly, red hair flying around for a moment, before pushing it back out of his face.
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And - she happens to glance upward a moment later - what's that dude doing sitting directly on the speakers? Ammond is, quite honestly, a little baffled. So she waves.
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He looks pretty surprised by her waving, and awkwardly waves back, as though he's not quite sure if that's the thing he's supposed to do. Someone's not exactly good at the social, obviously.
The music stops for a moment, the band taking a break between songs, and it seems like he takes a break too, stretching his neck a bit before going for another drink of the fruity thing the waitress brought him.
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"I figure either you've got a lot stronger mojo than I do, or you're stone deaf by now," she says, unceremoniously. She's never been particularly concerned with hiding her magic, and anyway, by her logic - either he understands already, or he can't really hear her blatant admission of power in the first place.
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"I'm good with sound," he says with a bit of a shrug and an expression that's at least less grumpy. She can probably figure out that he doesn't mean the speakers well enough.
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And then, there had been the music. She'd heard it from outside where she was walking. It was loud. So loud that for a few minutes, it had been impossible to focus on anything else. Of course she'd gone in, then; how could she not?
Food, drinks, music, people - but they were people whose thoughts she couldn't hear, and she was happy. So, with a fizzy, pinkish-red soda in hand - the waitress had said it was strawberry flavored - Sheba starts looking for a place to sit. Somehow she's pretty sure she won't be welcome at the bar.
Asch catches her eye. First it's the flash of red hair, and then the realization that he's not sitting somewhere that most people would sit. It makes her curious, and so she downs her soda - because she'd rather not try climbing up onto a speaker while holding liquid - and puts the glass down before unceremoniously climbing up beside him.
It's even louder up here. She can barely hear anything, and this is great. It's as close to drowning everything out as she's going to get. She flashes Asch a brief smile and says "Hi," though she doesn't really expect him to hear her, given how loud it is.
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He hears her fine - if he concentrates, he can hear every conversation in the room from end to end, but he usually doesn't bother. There's not much interesting, after the third or fourth month - the little bit of soap opera he's been keeping track of, a girl dating two boys and then kissing the first one's sister on the side, hasn't come in tonight.
So might as well make nice. He skews the sound of his voice just enough that she can hear the words, not enough to make it obvious that he's actually doing something to it. "New around here?" It's a question with a kind of obvious answer, but with some luck it'll at least tell him whether or not he needs to bother hiding what he can do.
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"You could say that," She says with a small shrug. "I don't get out much."
It's more true than she really likes to admit. She'll probably catch hell for sneaking out once she does go back; she wasn't at all subtle about it this time, just an open window and a five-story jump, though thankfully her control over the wind was sufficient to keep her from breaking anything.
She studies Asch curiously for a few seconds before shrugging again. "Your not new, right? You look like you know your way around here."
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Sound guy is one way of phrasing it that doesn't give too much away, at least. And he's at least capable of passing himself off that way to someone who doesn't know the ins and outs of the job; tinker with a cable here and there and look like you know what you're doing, the job's half done. Being strong enough to actually haul the heavy equipment around doesn't hurt either.
agh sorry for conking out before fixing the typo I had the edit screen open and just... zzz
Her eyes linger on the speakers for a moment or two, and it's with a bit of frustration that she realizes she has no idea how sound systems work. She could tell you all about politics, or history, or any number of other things, but she doesn't have much of a basis in practical skills. Sometimes, she wonders if that was intentional. Her caretaker had chosen what her tutors were to teach her, after all.
"Do you like what you do?" She looks back to him. It's an innocent question; she's not trying to trick him into revealing anything about magic, she's just curious and making small talk.
There's a faint stirring at the back of her mind and she can't help but look away from Asch briefly, to a man on the other side of the restaurant. It's faint, but she can hear bits and pieces of his thoughts. She frowns and turns away from him, trying to focus on Asch's spoken words, and the music, and basically anything but things that people aren't saying. Unfortunately, focusing her attention on him means that he might feel a presence at the back of his mind, since he's attuned to telepathy. She's trying really hard not to listen to any of his thoughts, though, but the strain of keeping it under control is written all over her face.
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He feels the mental nudge, but probably lucky for her, he just assumes that it means his brother is nearby, and his face sours appropriately. There's a bit of a mental shove at the intrusion before he speaks up again.
"I like it enough, and it pays the bills. Can't ask for much more, really."
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And it's lucky that the change is enough for her to be distracted, because normally a mental reaction to her mind reading would have prompted a shove right back. But Sheba isn't interested in getting into a mind war, she really isn't.
"Is it hard to get a job?" If she could get one, maybe she could leave Babi's for good. Maybe she could make it back to her hometown - but there's no way she can make it alone... "I've never worked before, but I've always meant to..."
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Then again, there's a girl here asking him for life advice and he has no idea what to do about it. What is his life for $500.
"It depends on what you can do," he says honestly, hoping that she'll think he means... Well, things normal people can do.
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And her other abilities... well, if she was content to work as someone's spy, invading their most private thoughts to pick out things that would be useful to herself and whoever she'd be working for, she wouldn't have to worry about work and she wouldn't have such a problem with living with Babi.
"I guess it helps to have experience..." But how is one supposed to get experience without having a job? ...and how is one to get a job without having experience?
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She's got half a dozen older cousins on her speed dial who would be only too willing to provide her with a six-pack of beer, anyway.
For the moment, she's enjoying the atmosphere, although she thinks a little ruefully that it took three months to get this song out of her head in the first place and now she's got to start all over. She certainly doesn't look out of place - tall girl, plain, angular features and short, spiked dark hair, and too many piercings. She's actually bothered to change out of her slightly engine-greasy clothes from earlier in the day, opting for a tanktop with faux corset-lacing up the back and a pair of dark jeans so distressed they're probably more accurately described as traumatized. Probably less obvious are the tiny characters etched into a pair of round, flat dangly earrings, muffling spells as efficient as a pair of foam earplugs would be. Hey, a girl's got to protect her hearing.
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It's a shame Sheba doesn't know about the muffling spells; she might be trying to speak up a little more loudly if she did. Since she doesn't, though, she's merely leaning over a bit from the next table over and lifting a hand to try and catch Ammond's attention as she speaks.
She glances at her drink, then at her. Whatever it is looks very good, only she doesn't know what it's called... hence why she's trying to ask.
She doesn't really come to these places often; tonight she's here because staying in her room had just gotten to be too stifling and she was starting to hear voices again. The music had caught her attention while she was walking. With enough real things to hear, maybe she can drown out everyone else's thoughts. That's what she's hoping, anyway.
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When she notices the other girl, she's friendly enough, though, and scoots her chair over a little so she can turn to Sheba a little more comfortably. "Hey, yeah, what's up?"
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She gestures to Ammond's drink. "What are you drinking? It looks really good, and I want to try it, but I'm not sure what to ask the waitress for..."
She could just ask the waitress for one of whatever she was having, but Sheba likes to meet new people, so this seemed to be a better option to her.
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He'd heard this place was a hangout for those who were... less than normal. He needed to find out who was the information dealing sort. He'd been chasing useless trails for a while - someone had to have seen Pit.