ye olde catchall

[pummelgranite]

WHO: Persephone and assorted other winos featuring the occasional non-wino
WHERE: here and there
WHEN: nowish
WHAT: YE! OLDE!! CATCHALL!!!!
WARNINGS: drug use, casual sex, general edginess 4 sure

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For Poe Dameron

[pummelgranite]

[ Not really knowing his taste, she picks a quiet spot on the nicer side of Maurtia Falls. Nicer here meaning cleaner, if no less corrupt. The subtle pulse of illicit wealth still flows through here- one of a very small number of clubs not to shuffle her right into the VIP sections, least the presence of a public figure make the gentlemanly negotiation of business transitions tense. Still, the gin is good and the wait staff beautiful and charming. That's what strange flying men like, right?

She's already there when he arrives. It's different seeing her in person. She looks so strangely, almost inhumanly perfect that surely she must be an installation, rather than a guest? She certainly doesn't look old enough to be there. When she sees him she raises her glass in salute, as if bright green hair and eyes doesn't make her visible from blocks away. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[He, on the other hand, though very handsome, was very much a normal earth level of handsome. His hair - literally magically Perfect, thanks Porter - never really changed, but his clothes did, and today he had dressed down. Smart, still, but not the three-piece suit he went to Zozzled in. He was wearing a leather jacket, hand-stitched Resistance patch on his shoulder, black slacks, and a cream shirt.

He had looked Persephone up on the internet, and had seen pictures of her, of course. It didn't compare in person. He actually had to blink a little, and frown, to make sure his eyes were working. Because that was some shade of green. So when he saw her salute her glass at him, the frown broke into a lopsided grin. He gave a very casual salute in return - two fingers to his forehead then right back at her - before making his way over.

The oddest part is that he has a carpet rolled up under his arm. It looks like a fake Persian carpet from the early twentieth century.]

Nice place. The drinks live up to the decor?

[pummelgranite]

So far so good.

[ Perfect hair is perfect hair, and game respects game. One side of her mouth tugs upwards- a smile from a mouth a little unaccustomed to doing so- until she notices what he's caring. ]

Wait, when you said you could fly, you didn't mean-

[flightforfreedom]

I can fly anything. [He said it with the smug grin of truth, but a truth that knew just how much bullshit it could get away with.]

At least, everything I've tried so far. This was just the easiest ride to get here. [He waved one of the waitstaff down and ordered a whiskey as he took a seat and leaned the carpet against the table.]

It's from a movie or something, right? Whoever it was, they had a good idea. A lot easier to get around than a park bench.

INTERVIEWS: Studio

[pummelgranite]

[ The studio Persephone works with is in one of the newer (read: less decayed) parts of Maurtia Falls. The building still buzzes with the same sort of surreptitious energy as the rest of the city: the decor is clean but dark, and anyone passed in the halls has no interest in making eye contact with strangers, let alone small-talk with an imPort. Persephone's People are pleasant and high-energy in the way that those on the periphery of entertainment industry tend to be. Any visitor would have been offered a sparkling water and/or pomegranate juice at least half a dozen times by the time Persephone comes to the lobby to meet them. ]

Hey, thanks for coming.

[khaleesipls]

[ After 8, Ser Jorah Mormont stinks of city rain and bar smoke, moldering damp in a brown leather jacket and denim amidst offers of sparkling water. A line of blood-spatter whipped across his thigh is complimented by a dribble on his boot on the same side -- hard to see against wet leather. But his hands are clean, and he hasn’t tracked in any weather from the street.

At the very least, he knows how to use a doormat.

He is tall and grizzled and tatty with old scars, balding and broad in the shoulders. Prompts from her staff to have a seat, or to have a juice, have been answered with (polite?) grunts. ]

Happy to be here, [ he says, with all the get up and go of a bumper dragging on asphalt. It's very possible he's never had a job interview. ]

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh.

[ For some reason, this isn't at all the look she was expecting, but she's not exactly displeased. ]

So you want to make small talk and ask me about the job, or jump straight to the part in the sound booth where I try to fuck you up?

[khaleesipls]

[ Briefly silent in the face of (what seems like it should be) an obvious choice, Jorah idles in his boots like an old plow horse. One who isn’t accustomed to the offer of a chatty sitdown before it’s hitched up. ]

The second one.

INTERVIEWS: A bar

[pummelgranite]

[ If one has opted to meet Persephone at a watering hole, the one she chooses is not terribly remarkable. Middle of the road in both price and quality, but more popular with imPorts than true locals.

She'll salute her potential employee from a booth in the corner, lifting up her gin-and-juice and nodding them over. ]

[dazain]

[While there were hopefully no expectations that Dazai is someone with his shit together enough to be on time for an interview, he is actually ten minutes early, spending a moment gathering himself and looking around the dim light of the bar before waving cheerfully at Persephone and heading to slide into the seat across from her.]

So, is it alright to call you Persy?

[pummelgranite]

[ She's silent for a long moment, which almost certainly would be uncomfortable to any remotely normal person. Persy, always fuckin Percy. Why not Ne, like Be and Ye? truly her existence is a perpetual cycle of suffering. ]

I suppose.

[dazain]

[This guy doesn't appear to be uncomfortable, in fact he doesn't appear to really notice. He moves on to perusing the drink menu on the table while she contemplates his question, and only shifts his focus back to her she answers.

He smiles, as if utterly oblivious to her suffering.]

Persy then, and you can call me Dazai. Nice to finally meet you.

[reexamined]

[He doesn't drink, and so the point of meeting at a bar was more or less so that Persephone can. It's not like he minded, although he does mind that this mediocre bar's booths had uncomfortably low seats, and with his legs that means he's definitely going to wind up lounging across his seat rather than sitting at it like a proper person. Very casual interview here already, huh.]

[pummelgranite]

Uh, is that actually OK?

[knaval]

[riptie wanders in - as a human, of course - holding two bottles of jack daniels. he pounds them both on the table when he saunters over to persephone, sliding it towards her.]

A bribery, or whatever. No, I'm kidding, I'm past all that. I just partook in my first ever two for one sale. Feels pretty good.

[pummelgranite]

Your bribe is accepted.

[ She cocks her head, thinking ]

You're serious about this though.

INTERVIEWS: abandoned subway tunnels

[pummelgranite]

[ If her applicant was unsure of their reaction to her song, or had a particularly volatile power set, she would have recommended a different of home territory than her studio.

The direction she gave to find her were all unique and oddly specific: must enter the Underground from such and such station at so and so time, sometimes doubling back through places it seems you've already passed, or passing through doors that clearly don't belong. If the directions were followed exactly, one would find themselves in a large, nearly-empty underground space where Persephone is sitting on a glowy vine throne taking selfies.

If the instructions are not followed carefully, one finds oneself lost somewhere unpleasant and dark. Oops. ]

[axeboyfriend]

[ Fortunately, Shinjiro is generally a very careful person. He follows Persephone's instructions to the letter and even manages to show up ten minutes early. He's quiet at first, letting her take her selfies. After about a minute or so, he clears his throat. ]

...Hey.

[ It's all he says, a simple announcement of his presence. His hands are shoved into his pockets, and his face is wearing his usual serious frown.]

[pummelgranite]

Hey, uh . . .

[ She squints at him. ]

Aragaki, right? Drink?

FOR UTENA

[pummelgranite]

[ It was another of her "underground" concerts, though this one was in an abandoned cemetery in a bad part of town.

When Utena comes to, having been propped up against the grave of Abigail Rose (1886-1912) Persephone is sitting on to of the broad grave markings of the Smith family, cross-legged and smoking a cigarette. ]

So help me out here. What's up with all the the swords? Should I even ask?

[andtherevolution]

[When Utena comes to, she arches her back as she stretches her shoulders, only to feel the cool, hard touch of stone behind her. Stone...? She blinks, and it hits her: she's still in the cemetery, and she's lying right on top of somebody's grave. Her eyes go wide and she rolls off immediately, scrambling away from her resting spot as quick as she can. Sorry, Persephone, it's going to take her a second to realize that you asked her something.]

Swords...? Wait a second - you saw them, too?

[She thought it was all in her head, or at least, something that only she could see. The realization that it was all in her head, while unsettling in its own way, distracts her from the less savory aspects of her surroundings. Either way, Perspehone has her full attention now]

[pummelgranite]

More or less.

[ Feedback from her audience was hazy, at best. Picking out individual experiences in a sea of thousands was never easy, but some stand out. Someone earnestly believing that you have been skewered a couple dozen times is definitely one of those things. ]

INTERVIEW: Kyle's bedroom oo la la

[redhott]

[ Seph said he didn't need to wear a suit, but you know what? He's wearing a suit. It makes it more like an interview than his best girl friend up in his bedroom again. What would people think?? That Kyle's a lucky guy, yup. ]

So, I've got some experience with crowd control, but uhh I don't have to hurt anyone, right? Or, you know, excessively?

[pummelgranite]

[ well she's rolling on his bed in sweatpants so ]

Uh, no. Don't hurt anyone. Not hurting is the goal.

[redhott]

[ Roll away, Seph~ ]

Great, even better. What problems do you expect? Magnus told me someone hit you...

[ Which Kyle is not very happy about!! Who the hell hits a girl singing at a concert?! ]