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The Perk, Monday afternoon

Having your sole source of income require you being outside meant that you got pretty used to working in some crappy weather conditions. So despite the special radio broadcast earlier (which he honestly had thought might be a joke), Roland had headed out to get some busking in.

Only to be chased down the street by the hail of tiny machine parts and all the dumbest things that have ever come out of his mouth.

So much for it being a joke.

"Heeeeey," he said, once he made it into the Perk and made sure that his guitar case had survived the falling metal without too much damage. "Don't suppose you'd be interested in some live music, today."

The staff behind the counter didn't look impressed.

"I'll let you pay me in hot beverages?" Roland tried.

One of the baristas perked up for a moment, but was then cowed by the glowers of the others. Roland sighed.

"Right, I'll have whatever you call a large coffee with one cream at this particular shop, then." Maybe he could wait the strange weather out.

Sure. That sounded likely.

[ooc: most surely open, should anyone be about.]

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Kenzi was on her way in to work, with various little mechanical bits protesting, "I was nowhere near that store!" as she walked in.

"Hey, dude." She waved to Roland, then wandered over to the counter and said, "Two-- no, one mocha with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles, with an extra shot of caffeine, yeesh."

"You basically function on sugar and caffeine, don't you?" Roland said. He'd seen the type before. Metabolism like a hummingbird.

"There are some fun chips included in there sometimes," Kenzi admitted, wandering over once she'd acquired her drink. Ahhh, caffeeeeine. "How goes the busking biz?"

"Way less people throwing trash into my case in this town." Less people throwing cash, too, admittedly. "Could do without the metal bits falling from the sky, though."

Kenzi rolled her eyes and slurped her drink. "True that. My roomie was trying hard, though?"

Bo always tried hard! (Pun included.)

"Your roommate made it rain gears?" Roland really hadn't followed the radio broadcast very well.

"Instead of blizzard. I think. Or maybe that was Tamsin, hitting things." Kenzi could totally, totally buy that. "With that weather machine they found when those corporate creeps were here."

"I must have missed that bit." Current affairs really weren't Roland's strong suit. "The machines, not the creeps. How bad can a blizzard really be all the way down here, though? We're practically in the tropics."

Just wait till July, Roland. Then we'll see who's a wimp about weather.

"I dunno, I mean, it's on the coast? So I'm guessing it could get icy." Kenzi still thought Fandom was warm enough to always wear mini-skirts as long as she had leggings on, so. "And yeah, when those psychos and corporate types were on the island, digging around? That's what they dug up. I could not. Stop. Laughing."

"They dug up a weather machine. I wonder where they excavated those gun machines of theirs."

Roland was guessing somewhere in Texas.

"Some other planet, I can't remember the details." She hadn't been paying that much attention after one of the talking heads said, Go ye forth and create chaos, Kenzi. Or words to that effect. "They were pissed. I think they'd been hoping for treasure or high-tech designs, or something, 'cause it was in a Vault. Instead they get a weather machine that only works here. You were keeping low, I'm guessing?"

"Made an attempt to make music sooth the savage beasts. It, uh. Didn't quite go as planned."

Though at least he didn't have to be saved by a cat, this time.

"Yeah. Third time I died, I went home to hide under the covers for a bit." Kenzi made a face. "So yeah. Clogs and gears, instead of snow. Go Bo. Heh."

"I'm thinking it might be time to invest in a very sturdy umbrella."

More mocha. Hmmm. "Or maybe steal a table and hold it over your head when you leave." Those things looked sturdy!

"Might be a little heavy." Roland glanced over at the staff. "And I make it a policy never to piss off the people who make the coffee."

"I can make coffee at Luke's!" On Wednesdays, Kenzi. If the cooks are not feeling especially cranky. "...but your point is well-taken anyway. Alas." Sluuuurp. "Armor's an option. Otherwise, I'm just gonna have to find someone to use as a human shield. You know, anyone taller than me."

"So that'd be about half the population, then?" Roland, be nice. "Who do you steal armor from?"

"Any of the RenFaire world kids? Although, you gotta really be sure they don't catch you, they know how to use that stuff." And hey! "I am 5'7" today! Look at these boots!"

Roland leaned out to give said boots a good looking over. "Very nice. How long have you been a stilt walker, then?"

Kenzi stuck out her tongue. "Since I was 12, and realized the beauty of leather boots. Also, that I was never gonna be a prima ballerina anyway, might as well get more height."

"You were a ballerina." Roland nodded slowly. "That I can see." There was a classical line through her music. "You'd make quite the Firebird."

"I would, wouldn't I? Reincarnation, reinvention." Kenzi looked pleased. "Yeah, had to quit around then. My stepdad wasn't paying for the lessons any more. But I wasn't going to be prima anyway." It had still sucked, at the time. "But that does mean I have excellent sense of rhythm. Drums, baby."

"We should play, sometime," Roland said. "Being a solo act, I miss having a decent rhythm section sometimes."

"Ha! Cool. I work today and Wednesdays, but any other time, I'll track you down with my snare." She grinned. Bo would probably be happy she was practicing outside the house. "Where are you staying these days, anyway?"

"Big loomy place, it's hard to miss. Though I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to stay, as the creepy guy who owned the place seems to have wandered off."

Not that Roland was complaining about that last part. Doom was a bit much, really.

"If it's not raining anything harder than actual rain, you'll find me out and about, though. When you make as little as I do, you can't much afford to miss a day's work if you can help it."

"You were living with DOOM." DOOM! Now Kenzi remembered! "Did he really curse the house so I can't go there? Really? Did you see him sacrificing anything last week that might be part of a mystical condemnation aimed at me?"

"Er, no," Roland said. "But like I said, I'm out a lot." He could probably work out a song to detect whether any curses had been laid, in theory. He'd have absolutely no idea where to start, though.

"He might've been messing with me," Kenzi brooded. "But I wanna make sure. Plus it would suck for you if the house fell apart just cause I walked on your lawn. I'll figure something out. Eventually."

"Why would he set up a curse that would destroy his own property?" Roland asked.

"Because he doesn't want me to ever have it or touch it or do anything to it, even if he plans on not coming back!" Pouting, she added, "I might've said some stuff. In the heat of a moment." Grrrrr.

"Probably didn't take much. Why were you arguing with Doom in the first place?"

"Ummm..." Kenzi honestly couldn't remember now. "Something about the house, I think. And him putting up DOOMHAUS on it, which was just, you know. SO not cool." Ahem.

"Well, it was kind of tacky, but it was his house."

Pout. Pout. Pout. "Only temporarily! It's gonna be mine in the future!" Siiiiigh.

"You're planning to steal a house?"

"Hey, there's an idea." Kenzi was thinking of the possibilities. "Although originally, I apparently bought it. One of those future weekends showed me that. Me, in about fifteen years, living there with my kids and husband. It was awesome."

"You might need to work more than two days a week to afford that," Roland said.

"Pfftt. Work." C'mon now, Roland. "I'm going to be an international jewel thief."

Said like a five-year-old stating she was gonna be a princess.

"Uh huh," Roland said. "Which is still a job."

"Noooo, it's fun, like making shots for people and watching them fall off bar stools!" Work equated to not fun in Kenzi Lexicon. "Or glittering the whole theater!" Amazingly, she didn't get fired for that. "I mean, do you really think of playing music as WORK work?"

When he was facing down a giant dragon from the Dark world? Yes, yes he did.

"It's my job," Roland said. "I love it, and I can't imagine ever doing anything else, but it's still a job. If I didn't think of it that way, I'd end up totally homeless."

He was no Mrs. Ruth. Being actually homeless would probably wreck him.

"Enh, homeless sucks," Kenzi admitted. "But so does working fast food. Sometimes I wanna free those poor kids working at Mooby's."

RUN AWAY! FLY, BIRDIES, FLYYYY!

"Fast food is terrible," Roland agreed. "But where else are we supposed to get our cheap, barely edible, freezer burned burgers from?"

"Well, when you put it like that," Kenzi agrees, then grins, squinting outside. "I'm gonna make a run for it. Catch you when the rain of pain's gone."

"I'll be out there. Take it easy, Firebird."

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