[Open/Party-style] Something Like Rock and Roll

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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.]

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"I see," She says, and if she seems a little disheartened by this it's because she is. If they're speaking of normal abilities, there's not a lot she can do that anyone else can't; she learns quickly, but she still has to learn, since she's led a rather sheltered life up until recently. Most of her competition will be better equipped to work than she is.

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?