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Alison Blaire	The one thing they rarely tell you about celebrity is that your days start EARLY. 6 AM finds Alison Blaire walking across Times Square, carrying a coffee and a cellphone. She's absentmindedly flicking through a social media feed on her phone as she goes, occasionally sipping the drink she carries. She's dressed in very civilian clothes: yoga pants and an old Xavier's School sweatshirt. No makeup. Not the glamorous look she usually has. Perhaps she's trying to blend in to the early morning crowd.
Roland Livingston	Being a teaching assistant, in addition to a globetrotting adventurer, Roland Livingston is used to being up early. He also stays up late, but that's his problem. He's dressed in a business casual type outfit, button up shirt tucked into khaki pants. The young fellow is also drinking a hot a beverage as he strolls down the street, keeping his eyes open so that he doesn't bump into anyone as he makes his way along. As he passes the blonde woman he slows down, brow furrowing. He knows her from somewhere, just can't place it. He stops to ask her, "Terribly sorry to bother you, Ms, but did we meet in Prague?" He's got a very upper class English accent and speaks quite confidently. "I believe it was in a club situated on the Vltava River, but I could have you mistaken for someone else."
Alison Blaire	A seasoned New Yorker would blow right by that question, with a wave of a hand and a 'no, sorry,' but Alison -- despite her time in the City -- still has some general manners about her. When Roland asks his question she slows for a moment, and takes a sip of her coffee, considering it. She looks the man over, as she tries to place him, and then shakes her head and replies, "No. I've only been to Prague once, and it was only for a day. I didn't go anywhere but my hotel and the venue I performed at. Sorry." Same answer, essentially, but much more nicely delivered.
Roland Livingston	"Oh, my apologies for bothering you," Livingston tells her with a slight bow, though his eyes are locked on her face and his brow is slightly furrowed. "You're a performer? I may have seen one of your shows, perhaps." He remembers the rest of his manners and touches himself lightly on the chest, "Roland Livingston, at your service. Adventurer, scholar and teaching assistant, among other things." A smile appears on his face, "If you've somewhere to be then I'll excuse myself, I'd hate to be a bother."
Alison Blaire	"Makeup and wardrobe for a spot on a morning talk show, but I'm running early." Alison replies, before she attempts and fails to stifle a long yawn, right in the middle of his introduction. "Sorry, sorry. It's early. Not that you're boring." She smiles a little apologetically, and then takes another quick sip of her coffee, before she asks, "So, you're like Indiana Jones, but, British?"
Roland Livingston	"Quite similar, actually," Roland chuckles softly. "I travel the world looking for relics of old, though the ones I chase are mostly of a mystical nature. My family used to collect quite a lot of information about the magic present in our world and I continue to follow in those old traditions, though lately I've been trying to share what I know. No sense collecting knowledge without trying to expand people's minds with it." He takes a sip from his drink and then smiles softly, "Though I do think I've killed rather more monsters and far fewer fascists than Doctor Jones. Not that I haven't done my share of mangling Nazis, there's just not as much opportunity to rid the world of goose steppers any more."
Alison Blaire	"I...see. But isn't like, throwing around knowledge of magic sort of..dangerous?" Alison asks. "Not to get into your business, but if everyone knows you're into magic, and you have a collection of it, wouldn't that sort of make you a target for people who want to steal and use magic items for...bad ends?" After asking this, she seems to realize that she hasn't told him her name, "Oh, sorry. I'm being rude. Alison Blaire," she says by way of introduction, adding nothing more because...well...celebrity. If people DON'T know her from just her name it's a pleasant surprise, so why ruin it with an explanation?
Roland Livingston	"Throwing around any sort of knowledge can be dangerous," Roland says with a nod. "I only teach history and theory, not practical applications. It is an important part of our world, like science or arithmetic. More people should know what's out there." And then he nods once again, "That's very true. My family was destroyed for the knowledge and artifacts they were hording. That's one of the reasons I'm determined to share the information I find. And I've found a good organization I might be able to store magical items that I'm not using with." "Alison Blaire, it's a pleasure," Livingston does his slight bow thing again when he gets the young woman's name. "It's no wonder you're familiar! I believe I've heard a few of your songs and seen some videos." He pauses, "I'll bet they projected your face at that place in Prague while playing your music. That's why I associate you with that establishment."
Alison Blaire	"I'm sorry about your family, but...yes, I mean I didn't think you were giving magic lessons. Just...nevermind." Alison says, shaking her head. She smiles a little at Roland's explanation of why he might associate her with a random club in Prague, "Why thank you, I cannot say I've heard of that as a reason I'm associated with something, but, thank you nonetheless." It's better than some of the creepier things she's been told by fans, so, hooray! She takes another sip of her coffee, and then her phone buzzes. The buzzing seems to be a call, and she frowns a little before she says apologetically, "One sec," and takes it, "Yeah, yeah. I'm in Times Square. Oh I'm not on for another hour and they just need to put a little foundation and eye makeup on. Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. Yeah. Bye." She hangs up the phone with a frustrated sigh, "Sorry. I'm paying her good money to make sure I show up places on time, but...it can be annoying."
Roland Livingston	"We knew what we were getting into when we started collecting texts and items of a mystical nature," Roland tells Alison with a frown on his face. "I miss them dearly and I curse the name of the beast that took them from me. Not that I can do much about them on my own." "You're welcome. You're really quite talented, but I'm sure you hear that constantly." The Englishman goes back to smiling. Then his head nods, "I don't blame either her or yourself. It is sometimes good to have someone around to keep you accountable. If it wouldn't look strange for a teaching assistant to have a personal assistant I might hire one myself."
Alison Blaire	"Well...yes. I can't say I know much of anything about beasts or magic. So, not much help in that regard." Alison replies, and looks about to say more when her phone buzzes again. Apparently the city is waking up and now people want her attention. "Sorry...I, sorry I should run. I hate to do this, but apparently work's starting. It's nice to meet you Mr. Livingston, hopefully we'll cross paths again soon!"
Roland Livingston	"It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms Blaire," Roland says to the woman as he reaches into his coat to pull out a business card holder so that he can offer a black rectangle with his name, phone number and an email address to her. "Don't hesitate to get in touch if you need a scholar of the arcane for anything. Or a monster hunted." Then he steps back a bit to give the woman plenty of room, "Take care of yourself. I look forward to our next meeting."