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Kaitlyn Quinn ([personal profile] djravenfall) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-02-05 01:32 am

We are free and we are perfect when Lady Stardust sings. [Open]

Who: Kaitlyn and ~YOU~!
What: Exploring, job hunting, playing music for change, generally getting more familiar with Baedal and finding ways to get into trouble.
Where: Just about anywhere in the eastern half of Baedal, but particularly in Mog Hill and Dog Fenn
When: All weekend!
Notes: Kaitlyn’s gotten into a bit of a pattern over the last week as she explores and learns more about Baedal, so pick a decent spot and time just about anywhere in Baedal and run with it! She’s spending most of her time in the eastern parts of Baedal, particularly Mog Hill and Dog Fenn, but it wouldn’t be exploring if she didn’t venture elsewhere. So feel free to bump into and/or accost her :D
Warnings: TBD, but none at the moment.


Settling in to new places has never been particularly hard for Kaitlyn. And so far, Baedal’s only been slightly harder than the norm, in large part do to the still stinging lack of all her music and instruments. But it’s not like she had all her nice things when she moved to New York anyway, so she’ll get by. Or at least she seems to think so.

It doesn’t really hurt that she’s already settled into a bit of a pattern for how she’s choosing to spend her days. Mornings spent looking for a job or doing whatever odd jobs she can find so that she can keep a roof over her head and at least some food in her stomach. That’s really the hardest part, but if nothing else, determination is keeping her going for the time being.

When she's not spending her time being responsible, however, she's largely taking Stephanie up on her advice and exploring her new (temporary[?]) home of Baedal, trying to get the lay of the land a bit, at least more so that vague answers from townspeople and maps give her. New York City, even in the state it had been in when she left, was a place she'd become fairly intimately familiar with for all the wrong reasons, but now being in a place where she doesn't know what alleys she duck down, where friends and helpful people can be found, and places she can hide if she needs to is a little unnerving. And there's probably better ways she could go about fixing this, but those aren't any fun, now are they?

Which really hasn't left her much time for anything really fun, but so it goes when you're new and jobless. Still, she's already found a good way to spend time when she gets tired or bored - making her way to Main Street Park, parking herself on a bench, and playing her guitar in the hopes that someone will toss some change into that case of her. It's been a long time since she really had to play the part of street performer, but hey, everyone's gotta do something. At least hers is pretty damn fun, at least for now.
whattigerscanchange: (the echo bounces off me)

Watch me abuse our canon knowledge and italics.

[personal profile] whattigerscanchange 2012-02-06 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Odessa's known Kaitlyn's been in town for a while.

It drove her into a bit of an unreasonable rage that she indulged in for several minutes of throwing things about her small apartment. Then, she started thinking about the pros of the other woman's presence. There were far, far worse people who could show up here. Even if the implication that if Kaitlyn Quinn could be here, it means others of her ilk might show up too is one Odessa finds particularly terrifying.

But Quinn is predictable, if you have the benefit of already knowing a little bit about her. It wasn't difficult for Odessa to track the musician down in the park with her guitar. Tigers. Stripes.

"Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn Quinn." The former resident doctor's voice should at least be distantly familiar. Rumours of her demise having been debunked helps, generally. "So very, very far away from your Glass Wonderland." There's no sound of approach, thanks to her ability. One moment there isn't anyone at Kaitlyn's back, the next moment there is. Odessa folds her arms along the back of the bench, hooking her chin over the guitarist's left shoulder, the side of her face almost affectionately nuzzled against that red hair.

"You have my cat."
whattigerscanchange: (for we are all that is left)

[personal profile] whattigerscanchange 2012-02-06 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
A thin smile doesn't reach her eyes, and causes the scar across her mouth to look a deeper ravine than it's already cut. "It's Wander these days," she corrects coolly. "You read the lovely introduction material. Obviously I was chosen to be here." If one decides to believe that that's the case, and that it isn't a cosmic fluke of some sort. Odessa's self-centred enough to truly love the idea that the Gods chose her.

"Obviously somebody decided this place needs a starving artist with lofty ideals."
whattigerscanchange: (change no stripes)

[personal profile] whattigerscanchange 2012-02-08 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Obviously she's not the chosen one. That much should be perfectly plain to anyone, and Odessa doesn't at all think she's cruel for thinking so. A year or so ago, the two women may have become friends, but brewing civil war and opposing factions have a way of driving a wedge between people and shattering possibilities.

"I wouldn't guess it's a time traveller," the blonde admits. "I've been around that block a few times. I've seen no evidence to suggest that this situation is remotely similar. This is something else. Something... Cosmic, if you will."
whattigerscanchange: (the shadow lost beside me)

[personal profile] whattigerscanchange 2012-02-10 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
There's a strong temptation to engage in a pissing match over whose forays into the past or visions of the future were objectively worse. Ultimately, it doesn't matter here, and certainly not to anyone but the two of them. Normally, this would be all the motivation Odessa requires, but she's trying to be a changed woman. Victorian times. Whatever, Quinn.

"It sounds like a lie to me." The notion of respect from those who have not (the non-Evolved in this case) is one that she firmly believes to be little more than a vain hope. Fear is something more realistic. They may not respect the Evolved, but by God they can be taught to fear them.

At being asked if she's up to no good, she smiles thinly. "I've been on my best behaviour. I haven't even begun to plan out how I might rack up a body count." Liar. Sort of. Thoughts aren't crimes. Not quite anyway.
thedominatrix: (I see the problem! Your ego's swollen.)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-02-06 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Irene likes music. She's a trained singer as well as an actress, and she has a good ear. She's the sort of person who will stop for street musicians when not busy, which is exactly what she does now, coming to a standstill and making no attempt to look as if she's paying attention to anything but the music. There's no fiddling with her CiD or gazing off into the distance; she looks right at Kaitlyn. After all, a musician has to deal with an audience, right?

Irene's an appreciative audience, though, enjoying (briefly) being the observer rather than the performer. There's a smile on her lips, one hand cupping an elbow, the fingers of the other against her own cheek- posed (no one really stands like that in real life, do they?) and attentive.
thedominatrix: (I'm going to need my whip.)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-02-07 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Rather a lot."

Irene's expression changes from thoughtful to grinning and she slips the straps of her bag from her shoulder to pull out her purse, chatting as she does so; "I used to be mad about the Cure." She was thirteen when that song came out but let's not mention it-- "Then again, most people are at some point."

She doesn't crouch to place the note- a mark, twelve shekels for one song, someone's well-off, or at least comfortable and far from miserly- or throw it, but rather drops it over the case and lets it fall, fingers lazy and elegant.

Yet more of those carefully considered movements, more like she's going through the steps of a dance than making spontaneous decisions.
thedominatrix: (I'm not hungry. Let's have sex.)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-02-09 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"True," Irene concedes, returning her purse to her bag and putting her hands on her hips to smile at Kaitlyn. She does her own brief up-and-down look- that is a gorgeous hair colour -and doesn't miss Kaitlyn assessing her in a similar way.

Interesting. She's about to comment, when Kaitlyn jumps in by telling her she's lovely and she's briefly wrongfooted. She gets compliments a lot and believes she deserves them, but usually she's the one directing the conversation and making the first move. Her eyebrows go up before she can stop herself from looking surprised, and then she smiles. Smirks. Similar thing, with her.

"I'm sure you don't," she says easily, eyes fixed thoughtfully on the other woman. "Try the evening crowd; people are better-looking when it's dark. And I'm just exploring- Dog Fenn isn't usually my haunt."
thedominatrix: (My Facebook status got 85 likes.)

Not at all! I'm being slower x_x

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-02-11 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, plenty- the moonpools, the ravine in Flyside, the Lost Society... For music, though? There's Royal Jewels if you don't mind a drag club. Plenty of live music there. Karaoke each Coardi, too, and amateur night every second Veerdi. I like it; lots of sequins, some genuinely lovely music. Brings me back. The Vault has a few musicians, but it's better at delivering visual delights, I think."

She gives a sharp smile, her teeth glinting.

"The Vault has a few musicians, but it's better at delivering visual delights, I think. Still. Highly recommended. It's a biased recommendation but it's a recommendation nonetheless. And aside from that- I like street musicians. There's something raw about music played to passers by."

Yes; she is perfectly capable of saying all that with her eyes calmly trained on Kaitlyn. Her smile, as usual, suggests that she's not quite taking anything seriously- but it's hard to tell how much of what she's saying is a joke and how much isn't.
thedominatrix: (More drinking. Less trouser-wearing.)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-02-11 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I may just," Irene drawls. "Goodness knows I've got enough free time."

This isn't strictly true- she works a reasonable number of shifts at the Vault, and working nights means she spends a decent part of the day asleep even if she does have the day free. And there's one client in particular- a friend, as Irene calls those clients who get special treatment- who has taken to requesting 'house calls' in East Gidd during the day. It's not something Irene would usually agree to do, but he's a reasonably important, very rich man and she hasn't got a playspace of her own. Yet. Using her house would be a bad idea- too personal. Then there's the amount of time she spends networking and researching, slotting herself into Baedal and the lives of its inhabitants...yes, she technically has free time, but Irene Adler is one busy woman.

"Which is something you can look forward to if you do get a job at the Vault," she says breezily nonetheless, "provided you don't mind late nights. But I hope you aren't easily shocked. It's- adults only, put it that way."

Again, it's hard to tell whether she's seriously being coy about it, or whether that coyness is another joke. (The latter).
thedominatrix: (I'm not hungry. Let's have sex.)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-02-17 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you're under eighteen, I said nothing," Irene says breezily- clearly not too worried. She'd put Kaitlyn in her twenties if she had to guess.

The blush and the slight hesitation is nice; Irene likes to wrongfoot people. (It's not an entirely pleasant part of her personality, but some people find it exciting-- for a time).

"I enjoy it about as much as anyone can enjoy their workplace. But it's my kind of venue," she adds, grinning. "Really good dens of vice are so hard to find."

Once more, she's aiming to shock, though Kaitlyn might be more prepared for that by now.
thedominatrix: (My tits are down here. LOOK.)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-02-22 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your apartment, really," Irene says, highly amused, her eyes glittering. She can guess that that wasn't entirely intended to sound as it did, but she admires Kaitlyn for taking the plunge and trying to make it seem intentional rather than panicking or apologising.

And then there's the question of her job. Irene gives a private sort of smile, as if they're co-conspirators; "I misbehave." It's intentionally vague. "And it makes for an exciting work night more than anything. Don't worry, I'll talk about anything in public- no sense in letting what strangers think get in the way of fun, is there?"