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OPEN :: A golden bird was singing

Who: Everyone!
What: St Kelley's evening
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes:
(1) The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.
(2) All mementos will appear overnight in some part of your character's apartment.
(3) Dance!

St Kelley's is one of the more sedate occasions in Baedal, at least as holidays go. It passes more or less unnoticed by the majority of the population as many of them feel it doesn't concern them. It's not their holiday; it's for the others. Those with severed ties and broken hearts. The temple and church preach that it's a time for reflection or for glorifying the generosity of the gods. It's one of the few days on which no one looks askance at first generation Citizens mourning their missing loved ones publicly.

As night rolls around and floating lanterns are set to sea, the Apache in Mog Hill prepares to accept guests from the newer cohorts. It's something that happens every year, making it a practical tradition. The alcohol will be cheaper for first timers, and the music will be kept at a reasonable level.

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"There goes that theory," it was probably not a very good theory in the first place, but whatever, "That seems a bit rough, though. Like, here, have a book we potentiall stole from someone else."

Thanks, Baedal. "Was it a good read, at least?"

"Well some people didn't get anything, so, at least I've got a conversation piece?" He smiles, shrugging. "And no, it's like, the history of a haunted village, textbook style, in really dry Hangul. And I can barely read the handwriting of the notes with it."

"You should see if it impresses girls, then it'd be really useful," Steph teases, grinning a little before pulling an unimpressed face in response to the textbook style, "There is literally nothing worse than academic style writing."

Steph there are at least a hundred things worse than that.

"I don't need any help in that department," he announces, dusting off one shoulder dramatically. "Having a boring-ass book to help me woo people would just be cheating."

Shut up, Jae.

"Seriously? But you work in library!"

"Oh, of course," she refrains from rolling her eyes, but it's a near thing, "I should have known better."

"That doesn't mean I have to like textbooks; I'm also a student." No students like their textbooks, this is an universal feeling.

It's a good thing that Jae isn't the sort of person to end up acting like an infuriating jerk over his ego, because the ladies really do pander to it. Maybe everybody should stop that, look at him, he's a goofball.

"What are you going to school for?"

"An assortment of things at the moment, but the end goal is doing something with social work," she makes a wry face, and adds, "Because apparently I'm a masochist."

Basically ninety percent of social workers in Gotham are corrupt, and the others have probably given up hope of ever changing the system.

Jae grimaces in sympathy. "Jeez. You better enjoy hating books, you're gonna hate everything else when you're done. My degree is in the illustrious field of communication arts."

Social work is the same everywhere: endless misery.

"I'm pretty much resigned to wanting to murder everyone. But if I can do even a little bit of good..." She gives a loose shrug, it'll be tough, but she knows that she'll be able to help al least a few people.

Though she pouts a bit at Jae's study choices, "That's not fair; you're not allowed to study something that sounds interesting."

Every so often philanthropic work drifts into Jae's head; he feels selfish and cruel, sometimes, because he doesn't do anything like that - but thinking of it critically, he knows it would just kill him. Hell, contemplating it for too long leaves him heartsick, he'd never be able to do it as a career. So it's something he respects a lot in other people, even if he keeps quiet about it.

"I just learned how to do radio broadcasting. I already knew how to be a live sound engineer, so I got to sleep through those classes and ace the tests anyway."

"You suck," she wrinkles her nose at Jae to demonstrate her displeasure, "I only get to sleep through class when I've been out late; and then I have to beg the notes off someone so I don't fail."

"Where were you studying?" She knows Jae's world is pretty simiiar to hers - minus the fact he doesn't have a Gotham City - so she figures she might recognize wherever he is.

"University of the Arts, London." He does a little peace sign that's actually indicative of his cheap-o two-year degree. "Broadcast media, officially. The most liberal of arts."

He grins, reminiscing. "I spun and hustled the entire time to pay my bills. I was such a tool."

"Now I'm extra jealous, that must've been amazing," Steph liked London, and plans to go back there if the opportunity ever arises.

"I can't imagine you being that much of a tool, you're too sweet," That is either a compliment or an insult, depending how Jae feels about being sweet.

"I'd lived there for five years," he says, smiling. "I miss it."

His career, his apartment, his friends... his fucking internet connection, and the email he never even responded to. (Stupid memento holiday.)

"Hey," and now he's laughing, "don't underestimate the power of being twenty and broke in England."

"I hope you get to go back," she doesn't say things like that as often as she did the first couple weeks, because it's getting harder to sound genuine. But she means it.

"I never underestimate things," Steph, you underestimate things all the time, "And clearly I am a better judge of your life than you are."

"I hope everybody gets to go back, if they want to." It's weird how easily that caveat has started to come. He can see how, even if a person wasn't dead, or from somewhere terrible, that Baedal could be charming, endearing - but he feels out of step, fundamentally wrong. (Then again he always feels like that.)

"I'll just mark you down as my number one fan."

"Same here," she doesn't say that she doubts it, considering that Baedal's population so far consists of people it's kidnapped and hasn't given back. But she hasn't given up hope she'll go home one day.

"I've never even seen you in action. I did catch your radio show, though," she grins at him, if he's going to call her that she'll live up to it,

"Oh yeah? It's gangster, I know." It's nonstop classical. Sigh. And then he smiles. "I'm doing a couple events coming up that don't require anyone going to a sex club, you should hit one up."

"Totally gangster," she actually doesn't mind the classical stuff, Babs has rigged up Steph's cowl to recieve radio waves, so it's her background music as she beats up criminals, which is surprisingly fun.

"I don't mind going to a sex club!" it's said with a little bit of indignation, as if he's calling her a prude and it's an insult; she's kidding, "But tell me about these events."

Laughing, "You're free to come to the Vault! I'd be thrilled to see you." But it's a sex club (and also expensive - Jae'd offer to comp people, but he's still trying to suck up to his bosses).

"Two TMU parties, and there's gonna be an event in Howl Barrow at Joyland? The weirdass theme park. I think it qualifies as a rave."

"I'd meant to come already, but I got busy," She really did, but militia things meant she had to put any plans of having fun on the backburner.

"Oh! I think I saw some flyers around for at least one of those TMU things, but I didn't pay much attention to them," But she might go now she knows Jae will be there. The mention of the amusement park has her frowning, like she's trying to remember something, "I might've heard some kids talking about that place. Isn't it haunted or something?"

He shrugs. "Probably. I mean, normally I'd say it was just an advertisement tactic but here? Who knows. To be fair I'm pretty sure half the city is haunted, if you believe everything people say. The apartment below mine, a yogurt store, probably half of this bar.."

In short, he's not too worried.

"Now I'm gonna have to come to check this place out and make sure no one gets turned into a fog monster or something," her tone of voice suggests this is probably a joke, but Steph will turn up with her Batgirl costume on underneath her clothes, just in case shit hits the fan.

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