Tiwa-Changeling OC-Barplace

[mm_ceit]

(OOC: Plotty is still in progress and will be posted later, for now the voice is loud.)Tiwa has spent a week sleeping and trying to heal before she found a door to the Bar. The bruise on her face is pretty much gone, on her neck there's an awful looking scar and under her windbreaker she's hiding the cold iron scars

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[rainingonmyface]

Jemaine's still not sure what to think of the Bar, but the outdoors remind him far more of home than his current life in New York. It's kind of nice to see greenery that isn't in Central Park.

.. And.. kids in trees. It's not weird, but it's not entirely normal these days either.

Tiwa's mostly just getting stared at in silence by the bespectacled individual.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Isn't that usually a good thing."

[rainingonmyface]

"They got bored of us after," he points out. And in all honesty, between the two of them, Jemaine and his band mate, Bret, aren't exactly cool or massively attractive.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Aww, did you get a song out of it?"

[rainingonmyface]

"Uh, yis, several, actually. We get one out of all the ladies."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Sweet, than that's a good start."

[rainingonmyface]

A slow nod. "So, do you like uh, music?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"Oh yup, its always good."

[rainingonmyface]

"Oh, well we do some gigs. I thought maybe we could do one here. Do they allow that sort of thing?" As far as gigs go, Jemaine's not really used to places as big as Millways, his band tend to stick to doing gigs in elevators and libraries and caravans..

[pi_wakawaka]

"Don't see why not, just ask Bar."

[rainingonmyface]

"Does it speak?" He's only really just worked out that it gives him stuff when asked.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Oh yup just be polite."

[rainingonmyface]

"Would it pay?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"Don't know, have to ask."

[rainingonmyface]

"Huh, okay. ..Thank you. Maybe you could have one of our CDs sometime." He's not sure he can afford to give them out for free right now.

[pi_wakawaka]

"I'll look for one."