First entrance

[secondchancefay]

In the small hours of the night, after their last customer has trundled out the door into the darkness and Blackie has disappeared to do whatever it is he does when he's not in the cafe, Fay heads off to the ladies' room to freshen up--well, that was the plan anyway. It doesn't quite work out that way

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[hoopsonfire]

"It has a mind of its own." The pale girl watches with a crooked smile.

She's dressed in... well, strange things: the usual stompy boots of course, but also low-riding leather trousers and a lacy bustier. A black button-up shirt with sleeves rolled above elbows, tied just under her bosom; necklace, earrings, multiple finger rings.

"Everything here does."

[secondchancefay]

They get all kinds, in the cafe, so the girl's style choices don't really raise an eyebrow.

But Fay is still processing the whole there's-a-bar thing.

"Things do, in general," she says. "Ever have a toaster that won't toast right?"

[hoopsonfire]

"But the reason, leads to treason, to some, who come, and go without minds." Ah, but are they crazy? "Things and things, crawling into the dark corners and watching."

"You're new."

[secondchancefay]

She'd seen and heard some strange performance artists when she'd lived in San Francisco, but she feels it's a little late in the evening to be understanding riddles, so she answers the part of that that she can.

"To being here, yeah."

[hoopsonfire]

"Welcome to the dream of impossible." The young woman grins. "Keep your clothes on in public, don't start fights, and don't let be done to you nor do tell people what they should be like."

"First drink's free. Restrooms are that way." She points.

[secondchancefay]

"Honey, I live impossible," Fay says.

Well, for some values of 'live.'

"And my mother raised me to behave. You won't get any trouble from me."

[hoopsonfire]

"Oh, I don't much care hither and tither, yon and yonder, but the people who laid the rules are very bitter sad angry worry worry worry worry frog-warts." She glances around and whispers conspiratorially. "No sense of humor."

[secondchancefay]

"Most people don't," she whispers back.

She never used to be the worrying type, and now that she does worry (about Frank, or about the cafe patrons) she's learned that worrying by itself does nothing. There's always something that she can do about a situation.

"My name's Fay."

[hoopsonfire]

"People call me many things. Most bad names." The pale girl flashes a grin.

Fay might notice her canines are sharp (but not long) or not.

"The nice ones call me Amara."

[secondchancefay]

"Nice to meet you, Amara," she says.

Fay might notice, but she's met goths and no vampires back in her world, so it wouldn't strike her as unusual.

"So, uh..."

Where do you start a conversation?

"You come here often?"

[hoopsonfire]

"Hmm... I think... maybe?" That is a question to be pondered carefully. "I'm crazy, so I don't know if I'm here or just dreaming..."

[secondchancefay]

"Everybody's crazy, in their own way," she says.

She knew that even before she started working at the cafe, but that just confirmed it for her.

"It's what you do with it that's what matters."

[hoopsonfire]

"Hmm... I don't do that much with my crazy. But it does lots of weird things to me." The vampire shakes head. "The voices are amusing sometimes. Other times, they're just annoying."

[secondchancefay]

"I'm sorry to hear that," Fay says, not sure quite what else to say.

"Have you ever talked to anybody about them?"

That seems harmless enough, right?

[hoopsonfire]

She nods. "Most people don't believe the cracked mirror." Funny...

"They see the reflection askew, and say the mirror can't be trusted, then they refuse to notice the cracks."

[secondchancefay]

"There's got to be somebody who can help," she says, "especially if they're causing you problems."

This is above her pay grade, as the saying goes.