13676/Using the Lounge for its Intended Use

Using the Lounge for its Intended Use
Date of Scene:	29 December 2022
Location:	Fourth Floor: Lounge and Sitting Room
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Nettie Crowe, Lydia Dietrich

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Nettie Crowe has posed:
    You consider me the young apprentice -- caught between the Sculla and Charibdes.

    Hypnotized by you if I should linger staring at the ring around your finger.

    Maudlin music is playing in the Lounge and sitting room, fingers strumming on a black and gray acoustic guitar, a clear glass in front of her with ice and a swallow or two of gin remaining in it. Her hair was pulled back in a simple braid, her blue eyes looking somewhere beyond the wall and the colorful lanterns, lit by flickering behind the purle, blue and red glass walls.

    A pile of fragrant, anise-flavored waffers are nearby.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    Lydia has decided to come and visit the shop today, wanting to get away from the stir that the Christmas release of her book has caused. She knew this was going to happen, and she hoped that in the end it would be worth it.

    When she enters the building, her heightened hearing hears the melancholic chords of The Police coming from the sitting room. Going there, she leans against the doorframe, arms crossed as she listens to Nettie sing, not interrupting the performance.

    "A classic," Lydia says, when the song is done, finally entering the room. "I haven't heard that in a while. I didn't know you sang, though I shouldn't find that all too surprising considering your long life. I sing, too, though I don't know how to play any instruments."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "DIdn't know I had an audience." Nettie gives a smile, and she bids Lydia in with a wave of her hand. "C'mon in, dear, don't stand in doorways in my house. Liable to fall down if you're not careful." Nets gives a small smile.

    "Met them, once, you know. Back in the day. Had to do a bit of a double-take since one a' them looks a fair bit like our Mr. Constantine." she smiles, and leans back against the wall.

    "Took a course in folk guitar in the seventies. Know a bit of piano -- well, fortepiano thanks to m'mum." she explains, and she gives a smile up to the vampire.

    "I imagine you sing in Hebrew, though, for holidays? Or is that only certain groups?"

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    "Yeah? I heard Sting was a pretty cool guy," Lydia says as she comes in fully, and finds herself a seat. "Most of the famous people I've encountered were politicians and business people that my parents were hobnobbing with. They're... less cool in general."

    "For holidays, yes. I also know some Polish folk songs that my grandma taught me." She lets a grin play on her lips. "Her family immigrated here from World War II and kept the old traditions alive. Her parents didn't really speak much English, and she was determined that her children and grandchildren would pass on their legacy so I ended up learning Polish."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Eh, he was all right." Nettie gives a small smile, and she breathes out a moment before cracking one of the anise cookies in half, and then in half again.

    "I've encountered a lot of people over my lifetime. Some quite cool. Others? ... eeeh." she waggles her hand back and forth a moment, and then she purses her lips.

    "Do you happen to know where abouts in Poland they were from?" she asks, leaning her head back against the wall and watching Lydia with curiosity in her eyes. "I spent some time there in the forties."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    "They were from a small city called Leszno. It was one of the first cities to fall to the Germans," Lydia says. "My great grandparents survived the pogrom and managed to escape to the east, and later to America." She shakes her head, "They were probably out of there before you got there."

    "What did you do in the war?" she asks curiously.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Nurse the dying and air-lift Jews out of villages using broomsticks." Nettie replies easily, and then she turns her head from side to side "One night my wife and I got drunk, stripped naked, stole a tank and accidentally backed it into a Nazi safehouse, exposing it and resulting in their arrest. The commander overlooked the fact that we got drunk, stripped naked and stole a tank on account that our dumb luck exposed the pains in the arse." Nettie gives a small smile, and she toys with her guitar pick a moment.

    "Addie always said it was her finest moment, having to give a report on precisely how much wine we drank."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    "Hah! That would have been a sight to see," Lydia says with a grin. "There's a part of me that wishes I could have seen it and the other part of me who knows that I probably would have been killed when they were slaughtering the Jews. I suppose I have enough time in the future to fight in wars. Lord knows I've been in enough fights."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "It is my sincere hope, Miss Dietrich," Nettie begins, and she gives a little smile over to the other witch "that you never have to fight in something so horrible." she gives a wan smile, and she takes up her guitar again, strumming with her fingers, her blue eyes half-closed as she fiddles with it, making sure it's in fine tune before she picks out an old Irish song.

    "It was a sight to see. Addie was six foot tall, redheaded and could outdrink most of the officers. If there were Amazons about, she could have been mistaken for one. Half the camp was terrified of her, 'cause once one of the soldiers pinched a girl on her bottom in the canteen, so she picked 'im up and dumped him in the horse trough in February."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    "Wow, she sounds like a great woman. My only experience with romance... besides writing it... is with Raven," she says, her voice tinged with regret. "I hope to find it again one day. What happened to her?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "... she died doing what she loved," Nettie begins, and she finally leans over to pick up her glass and knockback all the gin in it.

    "Screaming how she's sending people to Hell and killing Nazis. Inspiration to us all." she comments wryly.

    "... Lydia. Don't regret the time that you spent loving someone. That way? That way lies darkness. It keeps you up at night and causes nightmares to be real. You take your time and process. You come to grips with the grief of it ending. And you find a new path. And sometimes, that means taking the time by yourself and workin' on the best you that you can be." Nettie advises, "... and sometimes it means killing thirty-five men and blowing a hole in a German stronghold before trying to sacrifice the city of Boston. Don't recommend that last part, but should you ever want to go and murder a bunch of Nazi's..." Nettie begins, and then siiighs.

    "I'd have to dig out my copy of Wolfenstein. It's been a hot minute since I've gotten out the Nintendo."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    Lydia grins, "That is one hell of a way to go. Admiral, even. When I go I can only hope to be taking down a bunch of Nazis with me."

    She presses her lips into a thin line. "I don't regret my time with her," she says. "Those were truly some of the happiest days of my life. I regret ending it. I regret the decisions I made that led up to it. I destroyed a thing that meant the world to me because I was afraid of losing it."

    "I regret that this decision led to the murder of twenty six people by my hand," she continues emotionlessly. "The mutilation of half a dozen others and the rape of one of my best friends. I think I have the right to regret these things. Hell is real, and that's where I belong."