[scatty is
all dressed up and is considering having some place to go. she looks... almost like a regular teenager, except for her horribly pale skin and cat-slit eyes. she rubs the back of her neck with one hand as she stands in the middle of her kitchen (there is fruit lying all over the counters) and looks at the comm for a few silent moments before abruptly speaking.]
I used to sing. In Berlin, I mean. I was in a band. When I moved to San Francisco and opened my first dojo, sometimes I would go out with my students on Friday nights to a small karaoke bar. To bond. Just for a few hours, but it was... fun.
[pause... what is her life. but she isn't going to let herself sulk over the loss of scott/rachel/josh anymore.]
I've found a place a few blocks away from my dojo now. I wouldn't mind seeing some of my students outside the classroom, or perhaps some other instructors. Consider it a late Beltaine or Cinco de Mayo celebration.
[another pause, and a little smile.]
Drinks are on me.
[and then she just shuts off the camera because what else is there to even say.]
[ooc; this is forward-dated to about four in the afternoon. would there be any interest in doing a log for this? i can toss one up later this afternoon. it could be a chance for people to mingle and have some fun, maybe make some new cr. IDK I'M JUST MAKING SHIT UP NOW. this is directed to nobody in particular IT IS A STRANGE PLEA FOR HELP KIND OF.]