13930/Dance Magic Shin-Dig Gig
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| Dance Magic Shin-Dig Gig | |
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| Date of Scene: | 22 January 2023 |
| Location: | Fourth Floor: Lounge and Sitting Room |
| Synopsis: | No description |
| Cast of Characters: | Nettie Crowe, Talia al Ghul, Lydia Dietrich
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- Nettie Crowe has posed:
THE LOUNGE.
It's a nice, quiet place. Most of the younger members of the Justice League Dark tend to not stop by during daylight hours.
Nettie herself would ordinarily be down in the shop, but it's Lunar New Year and that means that there are mooncakes to eat.
"You realize some people would be unhappy with us over this." Corvax states, monching on a piece of mooncake that was previously wrapped in red paper with little bunnies on it. "But knowing you--"
"Ah yes, the ones who'll get mad over every little sleight but won't about The Big Stuff, like dumping radium into the system of a bunch of young ladies or the fact that the older generations are destroying the planet they live on. Quite unfortunate, glad they're also protesting the use of their X-Boxes and playstations as if those aren't made by slave labor." Nettie counters her crow, in deep discussion apparently.
- Talia al Ghul has posed:
The bell would jangle as she came in the front door, entering into the lounge. She would look slightly tired over and move to head over twoards a seat then. Moving to rub over at her temples as she would slide on down and let out a low groan.
The type of look that could be solved with things for headaches, alcohol, and sleeping for a week. Entering to see Nettie talking over with the crow, blinking for a moment.
"Should I be expecting Raven to show up or Anasazi?" Speaking of the spider trickster.
Or maybe the crow was just something simple, like a familiar.
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"I haven't met either of them," Lydia says, coming in off Talia's heels. "They're not on my bucket list of gods to meet though, to be honest, I think I've had my fill of gods for a lifetime. Isis notwithstanding."
She moves fully into the lounge to settle into one of the many couches, and sets her messenger bag down beside her. She's dressed conservatively, with a black, thick cable knit sweater that contrasts nicely with her vampire pale skin. She's also wearing a long black skirt that goes down to her ankles, covering thick black heeled boots. As always a starfield surrounds her, little flakes of golden light twinkling in and out of existence.
"Good evening Nettie," she says. "I see you baked some mooncakes? They smell delicious." Turning to Talia she nods, and gives her a friendly smile. "Haven't seen you around here before. I'm Lydia. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
Nettie blinks owlishly at the suggestion.
"The Titan or the Demi-God? Either way, I'm not *expecting* either Raven to show up. Anasazi even less." Nettie pauses, and scratches momentarily at the top of her head. "I do reckon I met Madam Pele once. Terrifying lady." she replies thoughtfully, and she gives a bright smile as the two are joined by Lydia.
"Ah, Mis Dietrich! So wonderful to see you, dear!" she smiles, holds up a mooncake, toasts it to Lydia, and then takes a bite out of it.
"Lydia, this is Talia. Wonderful woman, until quite recently was apaprently involved in the family business before striking out to take up single motherhood by the horns and whip it into her own liking. Talia, this is Lydia, a good friend and founding member of our Justice League Dark. Brilliant writer; I keep her books on my shelf." she gives a wry smile.
- Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would glance over at Lydia, "A pleasure." Running the name through her mind, identifying it, and quirking a brow at her. "Talia." Her leaving it over at that. Hopefully that her full name wouldn't ring any bells but no reason to push her luck, just in case.
"Thank you for the compliments, Nettie." She would wip her head over to Lydia, keeping herself reserved.
"I haven't read any of them I'ma fraid. I'm far, far too behind the times to keep up with anything. Literature, streaming, movies.. Too many things to do, not enough time to keep up with all thsoe things that one would wish."
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia rolls her eyes at Nettie. "Please. Like your customers really need to read my smutty lesbian supernatural romance books." She turns to Talia, "I wouldn't worry about it. They're really rather niche, though I do seem to have garnered a substantial following in the superhero community for some reason."
"Not having time for leisure is the hallmark of a single mother," she says. "Between working and taking care of your child, I'd be surprised if you get any sleep at night."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"HA! Tell me about it, Talia, I've been meaning to read those magical books -- Narnia -- met him, you know. Lovely man. Tolkien was too, constantly bickering." she name-drops playfully, and then she looks back to Lydia.
"The world would be better for reading your smutty lesbian superntural romance books. My dating pool might open dramatically." she jokes.
- Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would shrug, "Well, they turn into a Christian parable and it gets rather boring as it turns less about magic and fantasy and more into how you will only be saved by accepting your savior. Such drivel from such promise. And that man could create a world, but couldn't write decently." Talia's lips would twist upwards lightly.
"I was lucky to be in a position that when I had a child there was a.. Suppot network available for helping with such things."
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"My dad wouldn't let me read Narnia," Lydia says sadly. "Despite me wanting to. I didn't understand why until I was a bit older when I discovered that it was a Christian parable." She turns to Talia and asides, "I'm Jewish, by the way."
"I've always wanted to have a child," she says. "Fall in love with a nice woman, settle down, get artificially inseminated, start a family." She lets out a small, sad sigh. "Sadly, that's no longer possible."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"It was, but it was less dry than Lord of the Rings. Did enjoy the Hobbit though, read that at least once a year." the witch remarks, "Definitely needed more female characters, I'd like to think that some of the dwarves were ladies." Nettie murmurs quietly as she sits down, and then she looks over to Lydia.
"Loads of children and children-to-be out there. It's not feasible for *me* to parent. On account of the whole Being Dead thing."
- Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would nod, idly musing, "I do wonder if the events had some basis in history, in broad sweeps. The world has seen stranger things in the eons. Just look at those eras even before the Egyptians, what we know of the Asgardians and the Olympians.. There are no doubt stranger things which came before. So who are we to say that Tolkein was merely the one that found history, edited it some, and wrote it out?"
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia quirks an eyebrow at Nettie. "Oh? I didn't know you were dead. What kind of undead are you? Risen? Revenant?" Once again she turns to Talia and asides, "I'm a vampire. Being undead is kind of A Thing around here. We kind of joked at one point that one of our membership requirements was that you had to have died at least once."
"I don't know about Tolkein, but there's some evidence that Robert E. Howard's Hyborian Age contains some truth to it," she says. "And we know Lovecraft stumbled upon uncomfortable truths with his old ones and elder gods."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"Eh. Lovecraft was more scared of Irish men than he was of the Old Ones." Nettie mutters. She does not approve.
"TECHNICALLY I'm some sort of weird combonation of zombie and accidental undead since I sold the color of my hair and eyes to a death spirit and my father and uncle had to bind my spirit back into my body with a variety of arcane items because I did something so *STUPID* that even Death took pity on me and said 'fine, just this once', and now I don't age and I can't die. It's really quite vexing some days." Nettie replies, waving her hand around.
There's really no way to tell how much of it was truth and how much of it was bull. Nettie liked it that way.
- Talia al Ghul has posed:
Looking down at her tea, her gaze reflected in it, Talia would throw it back like it was made of strong, toxic alcohol and ignore the lack of burning sensation on her hips. "Well, I'm familiar wiht that particular concept." The woman that had been through the Lazarus Pit and was intimitely familiar with the cycle of madness and rebirth..
"Lovecraft was a borderline psychotic, extremely racist for the era and an extremist." She would look over.
"And the Hyborean Era was real. Very, very real. There's simply a gap of about ten thousand years or so of human history where there's nothing." She looks almos tashen for a moment. "But, it existed. Almost nothing remains of artifacts. But it was real." Spoken with the surety of someone that had met with people that had survived it.
