Caritas, Saturday

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There was something... disturbing about today.

April couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way she kept finding little streaks of sparkly glitter everywhere. Maybe it was the distinct smell of vanilla and pie all over the place. Or maybe it was the fact that no matter what she did to get them to stop, the zombie band couldn't stop playing an endless medley of preteen music ranging from Justin Bieber to Panic At The Disco to the soundtrack from Mortgage.

Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

So she was behind the bar with her hood drawn up and her feet on Tino's usual stool, side-eyeing the door like it was about to admit something terrifying.

Which, you know. It might.

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Stage

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There was a stage!

Clearly the proper way for Morrigyyyyyyyyyyn to introduce herself to her soon to be thronging fans was to sing!

"Unbreak my heart--"

Hell yeah, Toni Braxton.

When she was done, two of the zombies asked to marry her.

"You're the wrong kind of undead, darlings. I would only marry the zombie of Jeremy Renner," she said in her insane exotic accent that changed from post to post.

Bar

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"O-Negative please," Morrigyyyyyyn requested, slinking her way from the stage to the bar. "Not synthetic, if possible."

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April had had enough of this -- well, since the weird chick had started singing, but she had definitely had enough by the time Morigyyywhatever sat down.

"No."

April, that wasn't nice.

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"That's not nice," Morrigyyyyyyn said, also being gifted with the ability to rip off good points in narrative.

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"Your song was horrible and you just broke two zombies' hearts," April informed her.

Granted, she would've said anyone's singing was horrible unless they were an actual band she liked or they were drunk and amusing. Neither of which seemed to describe her new customer.

There was also the fact that she couldn't care less about the zombie band's feelings, but that was secondary.

Re: Bar

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"My singing is never horrible," Morrigyyn retorted. "I gave lessons to the Three Tenors."

Re: Bar

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Ah. A bar, where no doubt Demetrius Dorian Devdan Jones would be properly appreciated. He oozed up in a crimson silk shirt open to the navel and leather pants, blond hair rippling in pale rivers over his shoulders.

"Hello," he said, smiling an irresistible smile at April. "I'll have ... whatever you think is best, cherie."

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Oh god, another one. And this one even had a terrifying outfit.

"Is there like a dramatic goth weirdos convention going on this weekend?" April asked loudly. "Seriously, what."

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Demetrius looked surprised for an instant, then lowered his voice and leaned across the bar. "It's all right," he said. "I don't mind it if you flirt with me. Everyone does. You don't need to pretend not to want me."

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"I'm only forty percent sure you're a guy, dude," April informed him. She jabbed a finger in Morrigyyyyyn's direction. "You could try her. She looks like she might be into the whole 'dark prince-slash-princess of the night' routine."

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"I'm not into vampires," Demetrius said, with a dismissive glance toward Morigyyyyn. "They're a little dramatic."

And also occasionally almost prettier than he was.

"And I am very male. Impressively so, in fact." Because April wanted to know that, right? "I don't take after my mother enough to be able to switch, sadly."

Re: Bar

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Surreal just eyed the boy up-and-down once with a smirk. "Sugar, you old enough to be let out of your Red Moon House alone?"

Yes, she thought he was a courtesan-in-training. Or a whore with aspirations. Not a judgement! Just...the costume.

Re: Bar

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"I'm old enough to go anywhere I want to go," Demetrius told her, smirking back. "Are you?"

Re: Bar

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Surreal, that is not a smile. That is showing your teeth.

"'M old enough to be out without a minder," she replied mildly. "I know where the pointy end goes."

Nope. Not gonna say which pointy end, or where.

Re: Bar

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Demetrius's eyebrows went up, and he lowered his voice. "You hunt vamps too?"

She was cool.

Re: Bar

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Surreal was in a rather good mood as she swung into the bar and claimed a seat. There'd been Cara, and then getting called back for a week, and now she was back and with nutcakes from Tersa tucked in her bag.

"Ale, and strong?" she requested, kicking her pack under the bar. "Your choice."

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As she went to retrieve the requested ale, April huffed loudly. "Three of them? Really?"

Now, some people would be pleased that their bar was getting a lot of customers tonight. Also, some people might know the difference between the two strangers to the island at Caritas tonight and the one who actually lived here.

April was not a member of either of those groups of people.

Re: Bar

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"Three of what?" Surreal asked, attempting to be social and not just scowling at her lack of ale. "People requesting ale? Neither of those two look the type."

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April deposited a glass of ale on the bar in front of Surreal. "Random teenage weirdos with weird clothes here to be all goth and creepy at me."

That was probably not everyone's goal.

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Riiiiiiiiiight. Surreal was going to wrap her hands around her drink and look askance at the crazy serving wench. "I work in town and go to school here, that's hardly random."

Lounge

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Back Room

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OOC

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