Ninth Test: Cycle Three, Month Two, Day 21 [Say Goodbye]
[Well, someone's comfortable with adapting to new and strange situations. Smear mostly avoided and happy-music gotten over...
It looks like Anko's really taken to this simulation, decked out in a jewel green, slit-up-the-side dress that Jessica Rabbit would envy, black gloves, and even hiding most of her odd-colored hair under a rather dramatic hat.
And it seems she's taken a little bit of a break and found herself a Chicago nightclub with some hot jazz in the background. If you know your Swing-era jazz, it's "Sing, Sing, Sing", though with a drummer not quite as superior, and just finishing up. The end of a set, apparently, as the band takes a break. It's obviously the sort of place the mobsters have run since the prohibition and still do--not the best place to be for a woman on her on, but she doesn't care.
The Green Mill Jazz Club, Chicago. Owned by the right hand man of Al Capone. Great place, great swing, great booze; great mob scene.]
I dunno where this place is supposed to be but it's...what was that word again?
[She seems to be asking the man to her left, in a very smart suit. He answers, and she laughs.]
Keen, that's the word! Sharp; I like it. But I think I gotta ...scram.
[In fact, she finishes her drink and sets it down on the bar--bought for her, obviously. After shrugging on a trench coat (the guise of her old familiar coat) she shoots a look at the sphere, and it follows her towards the back.]
Come on, we'll try the back door.
[ooc: Back door of the Green Mill Jazz Club, checked.]
It looks like Anko's really taken to this simulation, decked out in a jewel green, slit-up-the-side dress that Jessica Rabbit would envy, black gloves, and even hiding most of her odd-colored hair under a rather dramatic hat.
And it seems she's taken a little bit of a break and found herself a Chicago nightclub with some hot jazz in the background. If you know your Swing-era jazz, it's "Sing, Sing, Sing", though with a drummer not quite as superior, and just finishing up. The end of a set, apparently, as the band takes a break. It's obviously the sort of place the mobsters have run since the prohibition and still do--not the best place to be for a woman on her on, but she doesn't care.
The Green Mill Jazz Club, Chicago. Owned by the right hand man of Al Capone. Great place, great swing, great booze; great mob scene.]
I dunno where this place is supposed to be but it's...what was that word again?
[She seems to be asking the man to her left, in a very smart suit. He answers, and she laughs.]
Keen, that's the word! Sharp; I like it. But I think I gotta ...scram.
[In fact, she finishes her drink and sets it down on the bar--bought for her, obviously. After shrugging on a trench coat (the guise of her old familiar coat) she shoots a look at the sphere, and it follows her towards the back.]
Come on, we'll try the back door.
[ooc: Back door of the Green Mill Jazz Club, checked.]