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The Perk; Saturday Afternoon [ 02/06 ].

One would think Angua hadn't even been here long enough to already be frustrated; Angua herself would have like to have thought that she hadn't been here long enough to be frustrated. But there it was, anyway, staring her right in the face.

It was hard to think of what one should do after finding a younger, less experienced version of your boss back home being your boss in the new place, but Angua knew she didn't want to go back to her apartment. Vampires, and all.

She needed a cup of tea, and at least she had located that without a problem. Checking directories to make sure there weren't any other pockets in the Trousers of Time to discover, she found out that she could also potentially take lodgings at the place owned by the Loki fellow she'd met in the park, but that, at this point, seemed like a failure. She was a modern werewolf, here; she could handle living with a vampire for a landlady. She could! She really--

Bingly bingly bloop!

Angua groaned, sinking into her chair a moment and casting a glance at the Gooseberry on the table with a less than satisfied look. Somehow, thanks to that keen sense that Carrot had of knowing things and doing something about them in his acutely Carrot way, had slipped the device into her bag, probably because he thought it would helpful and convenient instead of annoying her and being impossible to use. She stared at the imp that came out of the device expectantly.

"Search results complete!" the imp reported. "Fitting songs for karaoke. Top suggestion, a hit by the title of Hungry Like the Wo--"

"No," said Angua. "I told you not to bother. I'm not interest--"

"Or maybe some selections from the band Steppenwo--"

"I will throw you out the window," warned Angua.

It was going to be another long day...

[[ taking advantage of a few blissful hours before family decends; open for all your caffienated needs! ]]

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Paige was heading over to Caritas for Three Minute Dates this evening, but she decided to stop by the Perk for some coffee beforehand.

She couldn't help but smirk a little at the woman who was threatening to throw her phone out the window. "I hope it wasn't bad news," she remarked.

"Worse," said Angua, staring at the Gooseberry that had either decided to shut up with her threat or went searching more information. "Karaoke recommendations."

Paige laughed. "Are you heading over to the bar tonight for Three Minute Dates?"

"Three Minute Dates?" asked Angua, arching a brow with a faint smile at the girl. Looking at her, she drew in a little bit of her scent. Not exactly normal, but Angua was realizing that there was very little of that around here in general. "Not quite my thing. But neither is karaoke."

"Oh, the bar in town has a band and people can sing karaoke," Paige explained. "Tonight they're hosting a speed dating thing. I'm guessing you're new?"

"Very," said Angua, trying not to think of the last, rough couple of days. Even her nose seemed tired. But she was polite enough to offer a hand in greeting. "Angua. Nice to meet you."

So far, anyway. The girl's scent wasn't sending her into eppileptic seizures or making her want to rip out her jugular or anything yet, but that might just be the exhaustion.

Paige shook her hand, completely unaware of any scent she possessed that might point out she was a witch or a guardian angel.

"Paige," she replied. "I've only been here about a month, but, well, this place is rather... unique."

"So I gather," muttered Angua, wondering how many ways she'll hear people actually describe that aspect of the island. "I was lucky enough to expect it; I was here for a convention about a year ago."

"And are...you going to these Three Minute Dates?"

"Oh, you're luckier than most then," Paige said. "I had no idea what I was getting into when I came here."

She sipped her coffee and nodded. "Yeah, I figured it would be a good way to meet some new people."

Or at least just long enough to pick up their scents. "I guess the idea is to hope that, in three minutes, someone can convince you that you'd want to spend a few more minutes afterwards," she said. She herself took up her tea for another sip. "Have you liked it, though? Being here? So far, anyway?"

Paige nodded. "Yeah, I have. It's a lot different from home but in a good way."

"What would you say," asked Angua, finding herself eager to get a different perspective on things, especially when it didn't involve trying to figure out her own perspective, "is the most different, for you?"

"Well... I, um, am a witch," Paige said. "And back home we have to keep the whole magic thing very quiet. So being able to talk about it openly here is definitely the biggest difference."

She really hoped that Angua didn't think she was crazy.

Of course she didn't. She'd just finished talking to a younger version of her boss who had never met her before. It would take a lot to seem crazy after that. Even if she did, it would be more about magic not being discussed openly than it would be that she was a witch. The colour of magic had a very strong scent, and one of the scents you got used to seeing.

Besides, part of her could relate to secrets rather well.

"Must be kind of liberating," she said, with a wan smile that suggested she wasn't so sure that, even if someone came up to her and told her that being a werewolf was a national pastime, she'd still be comfortable with coming out about it.

"It is," Paige said. "Also rather disconcerting. But on the plus side, I've been able to learn about how magic works in different worlds."

"Does that help with improving your own magic, too?" asked Angua, with a faint smile. Magic was something completely out of the realm of things she did, so it was a fairly comfortable topic in this context, really.

"I don't know," Paige said. "I haven't been here long enough to figure that out."

She sipped her coffee. "You seem pretty comfortable with the notion of magic."

"It's pretty...well, I wouldn't say commonplace, but it's prevelant enough where I'm from," Angua explained with a slight shrug. "It's not something I much understand, but I do understand that it's there and some people are pretty good at using it. Got a whole university for it in Ankh-Morpork, even."

Being a werewolf didn't count; that was something natural.

"We have a magic school too," Paige said. "In fact, I was teaching there before I came here."

"You see mostly wizards at the Unseen University," said Angua, only slightly aware of the irony of that statement, "but the witches seem more prevelant outside of Ankh-Morpork. It isn't the most...politically correct city, but it's getting better. How'd you like teaching?"

"It's interesting," Paige said. "Especially here, with kids from so many different places. And the kids here seem to be less... bratty than the ones back home."

"There's always a few, though, I'm sure," said Angua, though she got quite a grin at that one. She wasn't so much thinking of bratty kids, though, as she was bratty angelic smelling individuals met in parks.

"I'm pretty sure it's in the teenager handbook," Paige agreed.

After all, she'd been quite the difficult teen herself.

"A handbook that some people continue to use past those years, too." Angua shook her head a little, though she seemed amused.

Paige chuckled. "That is sadly true."

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