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Zatanna Zatara	It's late. Not 'last call' late, but 'even the bars are getting quiet' late. At least the kind of bars that aren't sports bars or dance clubs. The kind of bar where someone goes for conversation or to stake their usual spot at the weathered bar top. The kind of bar that never hosts karaoke or trivia. The kind of bar that has seen at least one novel written in its environs. That kind of bar grows quiet in these hours. Music flows, but it's a decade or two old at least and kept to a level that acts more as white noise than anything else. What TVs there are are unobtrusive and have the news- on mute, with closed captioning. Zatanna has chosen this place for these reasons and more. It's a spot where she knows the bartenders and she's unlikely to be bothered. It's a good place to kick up her heels (figuratively) after a show. And that's precisely what she's doing at a table, dressed in black slacks, a white blouse, and black vest. Sure, she's still recognizable. World famous, you can't stop that (unless you, y'know, put on a disguise spell), but she's not in the full getup at the moment. No, at the moment, she's lazily watching the news and sipping at a dark beer while leaning back lazily in an old, battered wooden chair.
Sera	Upon the news is the footage of some heroes patrolling a small section of Central Park. "Hah! that was my fault," Sera says pointing at the tv. The bartender glances at the tv and shakes his head, possibly not believing her. In front of is an assortment of alcohols, some already drunk. She's not dressed for this bar, but then again she doesn't have a particularly large wardrobe yet. An avengers t-shirt like one might get in the gift shop, and a long skirt. One thing she has learnt of Midgard is that it has money. Money she understands. Money she borrowed and intends to pay back that is. She's also learned the alcohol here totally works on her. This is a good thing because she is sick of worrying about life for the moment. The dark skinned woman has a happy little buzz going. "Bartender," the unassuming man looks over to her, "I am meant to be home yet?" He shakes his head. They already had a discussion - she wasn't really meant to be out and about so she wanted to make sure she wasn't "missed" for too long back at the mansion.
Zatanna Zatara	At the exuberance from the bar, Zatanna looks up and over, dark hair rippling back and draping into the open space behind the chair that tips back. She's balancing on two legs with no obvious counter-balance. The effect is even more notable in how she just lifts her drink to take a long sip as she looks toward the bar. There's an arch of brow as she tries to catch the bartender's eye. 'Problem?' she mouths to him. He shakes his head and she gives a nod, lifting her glass to indicate she'd like another. He fills it, sets it on the bar, and with a gesture she starts to float it over toward her table. This place, it'd seem, is at least well aware that her magic is not just stagecraft.
Sera	As the glass lifts up, so do Sera's eyes lift up. It floats over to the table and like a moth drawn to the light Sera grabs the glass of wine she's been sipping slowly and walks over to Zatanna's table. "Awesome," she says and invites herself to join Zatanna. There's a small hiccup, then she tries to do what Zatanna just did with the chair she was sitting on. She holds out her hand pointing it to her chair and her eyes glow white. She begins to sing a soft song, not wanting to be too loud or waste too much power in the process. The chair wobbles and falls over. Sera glowers and walks over and declares a little too loudly, "This chair is inconsistent." The bartender shakes his head at this statement but says nothing. Picking it up, she places it manually at Zatanna's table. A hand is then offered, "I'm Sera. I'm new."
Zatanna Zatara	The glass settles and Zatanna leans forward to pick it up even as she finishes her first. The empty is set in the middle of the table as her chair 'lands' on all fours. It does give her time to watch Sera. She studies the technique, thoughtfully. She does put two-and-two together, brows finally unfurrowing and lofting. "Singing," she says finally, shifting her glass to free her right hand and offer it in return. "Related to logomancy, but a discipline all its own. Zatanna Zatara. Can't say I've seen someone use singing for magic, but... I'm not surprised at it as a method, either."
Sera	Sera settles down and takes the tiniest of sips of the wine again, "This is probably poisonous." She glances down at the liquid in the glass, "But you only live three times am i right?" She looks pleased with herself, "Zatanna Zatara. I like alliteration. Fun." "Singing, for fun, profile, saving your life from evil jerks. What can't one do with a good hymn or two." She wiggles her fingers, "Is this something Midgardians do or are you also an alien, or a mutant. Also, I love that this bar it's okay to do the magic. I was told not to be seen doing magic and there you go, hovering a glass. Very cool." She puts a finger to her sternum, "Alien. First week on Midgard. Loving it."
Zatanna Zatara	This is a lot to process, but Zatanna has extensive experience in the -weird- as one might say. So she takes it in stride. She picks up her beer, leans back (though not on two legs again) and listens. She parses each bit of information as it comes in, drinking steadily, nodding along. "I am not... quite human," Zee finally goes with, setting her glass back down. "And this bar is... mostly all right with it, when it's quiet. Just don't go doing anything that'd cause damage to their property or scare people off." She folds her fingers in front of her on the table, leaning forward. "Alien. First week on Midgard. So, what brings you here?"
Sera	The drink disappears as she downs the rest of it and then winces. She scrunches up her face before resuming her smile. "It's like it doesn't want to be drunk." The empty glass it placed back down and she nods, "Understood, don't bring Angela here." She taps the side of her head as if the secret were shared. "Well what brings me here. Hm. Asylum. I am an Angel without a home. My ex-wife just helped me escape from Hel," she sighs at that and glances over at the gigantic candles. "I don't know how they did that. It's very impressive. Midgard was a myth where I'm from - and now that I'm here it's a bit like a fictional tale. People flying through the skies, gigantic wax candles, technology that is incredibly primitive yet somehow gets the job done. I love it."
Zatanna Zatara	There's a lot to unpack there. -A lot.- Zatanna tries to sort it into a few columns and categories. Some to work on and unravel still yet while she addresses others. "The candles are easy," she says. "You just add more wax and more wicks atop what's already been melted. It looks cool, but it's not hard to do. The people flying through the skies, well... There are other aliens. There are metahumans. There's people with technology that gives them powers to do that. It is a... strange world sometimes." She picks up her beer for another drink before gesturing to the glass. "If it's hard to drink, might be you're not a fan. Not everyone likes drinking." That leaves the easier questions. Now on to the hard one. "Asylum. Escaping from Hel. So another dimension. Are you likely to be followed? Are the average, mundane people around you going to be all right?"
Sera	"That's why they're out there patrolling," she says motioning to the tv which has moved on to a different story. "Oh. Well, they were any way. They think others might come too, but I doubt that. I only hope Angela made it.. somewhere, out there." She shrugs and smiles, "No matter where, I'm sure our paths will cross again." "Dimension?," she hiccups, "We call them realms, the ten realms of Yggdrasill." She counts with her finger tips, "Heven.. where I was born, Asgard, Midgard.. here, Jotunheim, Svartalfheim, Vanaheim, Nidavellir, Niflheim.. includes the region and planet Hel which is where I just escaped from, Muspelheim, and .. uh." She recounts her fingertips, her lips moving without words, "Alfheim." "I was so surprised when I arrived to meet an Asgardian here claiming dominion of this world. Who knew?," she chuckles. "But it was this Thor guy you see. Very nice. Blonde hair, kind manner.. not at all the blood thirsty enemy I was told Asgardians were."
Zatanna Zatara	"Interesting. I never knew we had a Norse God who claimed our world." Zatanna seems amused more than anything. "I'll have to let Diana know. I'm sure the Greek Pantheon will be quite enthused to learn about that." She gives a quiet snort, picking up her glass again to drain the rest of it. "But, I suppose that's not unlike the myths of old. Gods at war over humanity and which of us they own." She sets the glass aside and crosses her arms, leaning back in her chair. "So. Asylum on Earth. Midgard. You've found a place to stay, I assume? And money, it'd seem-" she nods to the empty wine glass.
Sera	Excitedly, she motions over the t-shirt she's wearing. "The Avengers. What an exciting name! I have no idea what they are avenging. It sounds angry or energetic or frenetic in some way but no. In the last few days I have seen people lazing about on couches. They have introduced me to some delightful foods and insist I use their names for them. Example, the U-Shaped Food is called a Taco." She nods slowly. "Money, yes, I have solved that puzzle. Oh gosh the bedding here in Midgard is so soft - and the pillows! Ah! it's just like one would imagine in a fantasy land like Midgard. But I don't intend to stay with them forever, they seem like very important people. I'm hoping to keep my nose down." She takes out a single dollar bill and then her eyes glow again. She begins to sing an alien hymn and in her hands the one dollar bill multiplies a dozen times. She puts the original back in to a hidden pocket of the skirt.
Zatanna Zatara	"Tacos are indeed good. I've heard of the Avengers. They're good people." Zatanna can't help but smile at the idea of Midgard being a 'fantasy land.' But then... she has to suppose to others it is. She's been to other dimensions: places that are fantasy to her, but simply 'home' to the denizens of the other place. It's food for thought to be certain. As the money multiples, she cringes and leans out to try to hide the magic from view, hissing under her breath to try to get Sera to stop. "Don't do that," she warns, voice a bit harsh... but also full of concern. "Look, I understand the... desire. It's easy. I could do it, too. But there's a lot of reasons not to. For one, it creates an imbalance. For every action, an equal reaction. Whether that power comes from you or somewhere else, it comes from somewhere. If the money created isn't permanent... it'll cause harm to the person you later give it to should it disappear. And what of the people who go without. The homeless, the poor? You could give it to one, five, even ten, but you could never manage to give it to everyone." She keeps her voice quiet as she explains. "This is the risk of magic. It's easy to start to do things, selfish things, but... they bring risk. If the wrong person sees you do that-" she nods to the money, "they might attack you for it. Or threaten you. Be careful. Please."
Sera	Sera stares a little blankly at Zatanna as she gets worked up about the counterfeit money. She snaps one of the bills and is about to explain that it is definitely real,.. but stops and listens to what she has to say. "Well. I see what you mean. I also feel like you're defending a broken system. If there's all this money everywhere but some people have none of it then what's the point of any of it." "Angel culture is all about payment for serves rendered. If I help you out, you help me out. Sometimes we use money to fill that gap too - it is the way of things. Of course, we don't use silly bits of paper for it." She wiggles one of the dollar bills in front of her. "But I don't see how any of it can have true worth if it's not accessible to everyone." Her tone has shifted, she really touched on a nerve when talking about the down trodden. "And why shouldn't we just help everyone we can. We could build a machine, to summon up all the magic necessary and alter reality so that no one need suffer like that." Her voice is getting a touch heated, her fingers and toes curled and her back straight, her eyes glancing off in the distance as a tear rolls down her cheek. "No more second class citizens anywhere, ever again."
Zatanna Zatara	"Because there's a lot of people out there who have put effort into making the system the way it is. All over the world. Powerful people." Zatanna lifts a hand to rub at her face. How to explain politics? "You can help people, here and there. Give them a meal. Make sure they have a safe place to stay. There's soup kitchens. There's shelters. There's plenty of people who try. But there's no... real quick fix. Not with magic." She brushes her hands through her hair, drawing it back from her shoulders before letting it go. "Some of them are homeless because they lost a job. But for some of them, it goes further than that. Some of them do it by choice. Some of them are addicted to drugs. You could give them ten thousand dollars right now and tomorrow they might be dead of overdose. Money won't solve it. You'd have to overhaul the whole system around the whole world. With support systems, infrastructure. It's a level of change that magic-" Zee lifts her hands, wiggles her fingers, "can't do. So... I try to help people in small ways without making their lives worse."
Sera	Sera slumps in to her chair a little bit. "Systematic." She looks over to the tv and says. "I knew this fantasy land was too good to be true. It's just like home.. but less." She presses her lips together, "Specific." She looks back to Zatanna and smiles, "I can tell you care about people. You're a nice person. I think you're wrong though, I think magic could solve it. But may be all those powerful people would try and stop us. That's what powerful people do, they like things to remain as they are." "Thank you for the warning though. I think I could have done something I might regret. I should make sure I understand this world better before I make an enemy. No one likes enemies, they ruin all the fun."
Zatanna Zatara	"Maybe I am wrong and I'd be happy if you proved me wrong," Zatanna says with a small smile. "But I will tell you that if you want to help people... there are plenty to be helped. From small things on the street like the homeless or someone just needing help finding directions. To bigger issues, like villains needing to be stopped." She reaches into a pocket and pulls out some cash. Not replicated, just some battered up twenties. "But if you're on the run, I'd suggest staying low for a while. Learn about Earth -- that's what we call it -- some more before you risk yourself."
Sera	She shakes her head and says, "I think I must be drunk. For some reason I thought, hm, Mid.. sorry, Earth drinks. That can't be real alcohol." A grin forms on her lips and says, "You're right though. Besides, I don't want to disappoint those Avenger people. I owe them already for the kindness they've shown. May be I'll ask that Thor fellow for money instead of replicating it." She pats her fingertips against the table top, "Zatanna Zatara you are the first person I have met on this world who knows magic too. I was beginning to think I was the only sorceress here. I'm excited to know I'm not. Is there a.. club? I'm really rusty and could use some practice."
Zatanna Zatara	"Oh, it was definitely real alcohol. If you're not used to it." Zatanna shrugs as she pushes to her feet, leaving a couple twenties on the table. Plenty to cover a couple of beers. "There... is a club, sort of. It's around sometimes." She digs in her pockets and surfaces with a pen and a slip of paper. They might not have been in her pockets originally, but no matter! She jots down a number and offers the paper over. "My phone number. If you don't have a cell phone yet, get one. Text me. Next time the bar's around, I'll let you know."
Sera	The bartender knocks on the bartop getting Sera's attention. He nods to her and she sighs, "Yeah. That time. Thanks you're a life saver." With Zatanna leaving, she gets up too. Back to the outside world she starts walking her way back to the Avenger Mansion. It's a good walk.