19807/Can a music store fit a Barbarian

Can a music store fit a Barbarian
Date of Scene:	05 January 2025
Location:	The Music Star record store
Synopsis:	Alison finds Conan in a record shop and he warns her about goths
Cast of Characters:	Alison Blaire, Conan

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Alison Blaire has posed:
Today the music store is busy, and this is a bit of an issue because this small independent record store is trying to cram in DAZZLER fans for her record signing. The Music Star aka The Star has rows of records and has little signs labeled 'country', 'rock' and 'pop'!

"Thanks for coming Dazzler--Alison," the manager says as he places some more 'We Are One World' records next to Alison at her lil table by the check-out counter. She sits there with a smile (politely), and doesn't seem bothered by the people. She is dressed in her pop star persona with a dazzling pink and blue lil top that's so cute, and slacks, except no extravagant make-up but she does have blue eyeshadow.

"It's cool! No problem. I was just happy to get your email and help out a great, old-school place like this. I love it," Alison explains to the manager.

The manager smiles and nods, "Twenty-two years in business--" he begins and pauses as some people brush by, "Okay so the line starts back here by the pop section. Don't worry, we've got this organized!" he promises weakly.

Conan has posed:
It's organized enough that even a barbarian can find his way around. Conan's found something called Metal and is investigating the possibilities this music genre offers. So a new quest begins as the Cimmerian asks his phone to recommend a place where he can learn more about the music of this strange place. Off to The Music Star he goes. With him is a bag slung across his back with a longish box in it, evident through the way it shapes the whole bag.

The trip to the store is uneventful. Conan takes the subway, dressed in jeans and a bomber jacket. The cold of New York is hardly noticed with so many other fascinating things to see and hear. There's all manner of scents, almost enough to overload the barbarian, but he's spent time in cities before and knows how to keep his composure.

When he arrives at the music shop he enters without hesitation and looks around to try to determine where he might be able to learn more. As he looks over at the register and clocks Dazzler the big fellow heads right in her direction, lifting a hand to give a wave!

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire signs her name in silver to a 'We Are One World' album and hands it to a fan/customer at her lil table. The young female customer smiles and thanks Dazzler, then sheepishly looks at the large Conan as he cuts the line and tries to wave to Dazzler.

"Manager! Hey manager! No cuts! No cuts!" another customer lets out and points at Conan. Alison stands up and waves her hands around, "It's okay! It's alright! He's not cutting. He's just my friend...here with a message---" Alison says, making up crap to smooth over the situation. She motions Conan out of the way of the line and behind the lil table if he wants to talk to her to give her that made-up 'message'.

"Hey! How are you?" Alison asks Conan, finally able to address him directly.

The music manager is supervising the check-out counter and frowns a little bit at the situation, but doesn't take too much other notice, "Next!" he calls out.

Conan has posed:
When told he's cutting and then not cutting Conan looks somewhat confused, but he goes where indicated by the pop star's gesticulation. "I am well. I find that New York suits me. I have been able to slay Set worshippers and some manner of dragon, there is unlimited food and drink everywhere I go, and I have met gods. I know why men of this place are so soft, but I cannot blame them. It is easy to live well here!" He's looking at the line, watching the folks in it closely. The manager gets a brief glower, but soon the barbarian is unconcerned, "I attended your New Year celebration, but I did not attempt to sneak in. I realized after I left the snow theater when we met that One Night Only did not mean that was the only night you would ever perform for people." He lets out a mightly chuckle, "I have experienced some confusion after coming here." Still smiling, he asks, "Tell me how you are, and if there is any service I might provide."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire sits down and signs an album for a fan as Conan tells her something about what he's doing, "Uh huh I'm good," she says blandly. After she's done, she stands up again so she's not impolite to Conan, then chuckles at some of his comments. She smiles a bit more to him as he mentions the theater where they met and the later New Years concert, "So you're not from around here, I got it," she says and nods knowingly, "Oh! You were at the New Years concert? You? Skate?" she asks unbelievably. It must be quite a thing for her to picture him in that way.

"So you're in New York now? I should have...given you a ticket or something for New Years," Alison says, "I still haven't thanked you for jumping in over in Gotham City. I mean, you must have seen us in trouble-- oh I know, I'll get you passes for the next one ...or the next signing," she explains, contemplating how best to thank Conan for Gotham City. She isn't doing a good job deciding and hmms, fingering her hair.

Conan has posed:
"I am from Cimmeria," Conan says rather simply. Then something seems to click for him, "It was a land that existed some time ago, in the Hyborian age." Explanations can be important, after all. "I think New York is a fine city! I will live here for now, until wanderlust calls or I'm forced to flee."

"I learned to skate at the concert," he sounds pretty proud of himself. "There is no physical pursuit I cannot master given some time. I don't think the wheeled boots are practical for many things, but I found them to be a source of great amusement! Even falling over was fun, to have my legs wanting to move in opposite directions was a surprise."

"There is no need for thanks, bard. I have helped my share of people in danger, and I will continue to do so."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire smiles and nods to what Conan explains about his background and his news, "Wow great," she tells him, "Hey one sec," she tells him as she sits back down to sign another album for a fan. She passes it off and stands up again. The fan goes to the check-out counter.

"Call me Alison," she tells Conan and smiles again, "Yeah so your...physical pursuits are pretty impressive. Bigger than any of my security! See, nobody is interrupting us cause they're all scared of you," she snickers, making a little joke. She nudges Conan to emphasize it was a joke.

"Yeah I remember the first time I was in New York too. Gawd, that was so long ago," Alison explains, "Hey, send me your cell phone number. I'll text you some of the best music places."

Conan has posed:
"I am honored to know you, Alison," Conan replies with a big smile. "I have used other names in the past, but I have no need to now. I would not be much good at deceiving people here for very long."

"I would not be surprised if they were scared, but I am sure that anyone in your retinue must be skilled in their profession," the Cimmerian says with a nod. "If you ever find yourself in danger, or expect to find some, you would do well to call me."

He produces a cell phone, pushes a button and swipes on it, "You are appreciated." The barbarian tells the phone, "Show my contact information." It beeps and then the savage barbarian offers it to Alison.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire smiles and nods as she records Conan's information, "Okay thanks," she tells the Barbarian. "Yeah I have this other ... persona, it's sort of developed into a professional persona now really," she explains about the Dazzler name and image after he mentions his comments about names.

"But I'm usually in New York when I'm not traveling. I just finished a short tour," Alison explains about her album concerts, "Right, danger. Yeah I'll call you for sure, but I have my own tricks too," she grins, slyly mentioning her own abilities too.

Conan has posed:
"Yes!" Conan exclaims when Alison mentions her own abilities. "You use them to great effect! Only fools or madmen would attempt to harm you, but there are many people like that."

"I have learned the word 'mutant', and that you are one! To have been gifted abilities by the gods themselves is amazing! Crom only provides us with the strength to escape the womb, and sometimes not even that. I would pray to the Storm Goddess or God of Thunder if I needed an answer, though."

"The gods of my age were malicious. They would prey on people's fears and get them to perform acts of great evil to become empowered. That is how I came to New York. The foul necromancer Kulan Gath was sacrificing people to create an undead army and as I slew him the first time that evening I was transported by the ritual to what I learned was called Times Square."

Alison Blaire has posed:
The line stirs a bit as Conan openly mentions the word 'mutant' and Alison clears her throat to warn Conan, "Right Right," she mutters, "Uhh..." she trails off. She quickly tries to think of something to say as the manager looks over to see what they're talking about.

"Sounds like an adventure," Alison comments and then hmms, "Koolman Goth? Really. Sounds like a heavy metal guitarist. Oh the undead army? Right, yeah I actually saw that. I was on the sidewalk when these skeleton guys tried to march up and hit some people. I had to use my ...bard powers," she explains to him, "Do you think the Koolman is gone for good?" she wonders. She frowns in concern, maybe already expecting a certain answer to her question.

Conan has posed:
"I have slain Kulan Gath more than once, but the bastard wizard refuses to stay dead!" Conan turns his head and spits on the floor. "Wizards should be put to the sword! As many times as it takes." The apparent disgust the big man has for wizards is readily evident. He does not care for them one bit.

"It was good you were there! A warrior like yourself, gifted by the gods themselves, is a welcome addition to any battle. I lost the sword I brought from my time, but my friend Ted the Beetle forged a new one for me, so should Gath arise again I will be ready. And perhaps I can call upon you as an ally!"

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire wiggles her phone in the air knowingly, "Yeah! Call on me too!" she acknowledges and then nods as she contemplates Conan's comments, "You lost your sword?" she wonders, "Oh I got it. Yeah that's the thing about evil villains," she comments blandly, "They usually find a way to pop up again. Yeah I know what that's about."

"Alright we'll keep an eye out for this...evil wizard," Alison states, feeling like she's in an RPG adventure herself. "Strange stuff is always happening and it can be really confusing," she explains, "I'll text you an example or something. Cool, are you free for lunch next week? I'm going to be downtown," she asks him.

Conan has posed:
"So evil the gods don't welcome them to Hell," Conan says solemnly, shaking his head from side to side. "It was just a sword, I have had many. But thank you, I am reminded that I need to return one to the museum."

"So long as lunch does not interfere with my acting job then I will do everything in my power to meet you." There's a brief pause. "I notice that villains and the like are frequently active. I think heroes should kill them more often, but I am adapting to your heroes ways of allowing your enemies to live to kill again."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire nods to what he says and then adds, "Acting job? Really?" she questions, now further impressed with this foreign warrior, "You're quite a surprise. You'll have to tell me about that!" she states amusedly, "Kill them? Well we try to imprison them but it sometimes doesn't work out."

"Okay great. My treat! For Gotham City," Alison states and smiles about lunch, "I'll text you. I should get back to the signing but I'm glad I caught you."

Conan has posed:
"I am a man of many talents, but acting is new to me!" Conan says with a chuckle. "Deception, while I usually do not care for it, is not new. I need only say a few words and kill a few monsters that I believe will be provided. I would not know where to find monsters in New York, aside from the two legged variety. All I need to do is open my purse and bandits line up to be broken when they attempt to take it." Another hearty laugh, because maiming people is funny.

"I will depart now, but I am pleased to know we will meet again soon. If Kulan Gath returns I will inform you swiftly."