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[ You have fallen onto a noisy street. After all the cold, the silence, the cacophony of city sounds blankets your ears muffles that feeling of abandonment. The street is dirty, and neon all around you advertises: Gambling! Fight pits! Come get your money's worth, restaurants, bars. They demand attention, and you could walk into any one of them.

Or, you might notice the alley ways before you enter. On the ground there's bodies: chalk outlines around those twisted at strange angles. Like crime scene photos, but you know how you got here. And if you look at the bodies too long, you can see the echo: shadows that are pale rather than darker, of missing wings upon their back.

The crowds on the street take no notice of you, or those bodies. ]

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[ Outside there's some commotion, but it was noisy out there when you got in here. It doesn't seem to be stopping at the bar though, staying in the distance. Looks like the people with guns aren't chasing you, at least. ]

[sigh being lookout sucks

Turning her attention to the table of patrons closest to her to check them out. Hell, it's possibly even one of their chairs she just swiped.]

[ They're mostly demons, with various small tells, but the two most animated participants in the discussion are human— occasionally their forms waver and show wounds. The demons participate less, but most all their comments are meant to provoke or support one or the other of the participants. ]

[Gosh she stands out here, all unmurdered human and all. She closes her eyes and scrubs at her face a bit, the weird double-vision is giving her a headache, but she's not all that interested in listening to what they're talking about.

Turning her attention to the door, then. Is there a lock on it? Might be easier (and safer) to just make sure no one else comes in here after them.]

[ The bartender would probably not appreciate you locking his place of business while it's open. But yes, technically there is a lock. ]

[LOCKING IT. Sorry bartender, this is probably a matter of life and death.]

[ Predictably, he objects. ]

Excuse me, Miss! These are business hours! If you are going to close down my business, you need to at the least compensate me for the lost coin!

[ He is being cautiously polite in his objections, being faced with (probably) demons of unknown power, but at the very least he expects to be bribed for this. ]

[WAVES HIM OFF]

Yeah, yeah, just put it on the 'Producers' tab, they can handle the damages. We've got some idiots tearing up the streets outside, you're not gonna want 'em in here any more than we do.

Producers of what? This is for some filming stunt? [ he shakes his head, stern, and goes over to unlock the door— ]

You have the wrong address, none of your producer's people filed any paperwork. If they come looking for you, I am tossing you straight out to them. I do not make a habit of getting in the way of other people's business.

[Stands up and crosses her arm, planting herself between him and the door.]

Sorry, gramps, you'll have to put up with it for a little. Then we'll be outta your hair.

[ he sighs, heavily, and reaches into his pocket.

Surprise, the poor damned bartender also has a gun. ]

Miss, I would really prefer not to have a reputation for shooting patrons, but you haven't even purchased anything.

––What the hell, why is everyone here packing?! No one's even tried to come into your damn shitty bar!

[ Calling over from the dart board where he's talking to a very nice one-eyed man. ]

Coyote! We're not here to make a goddamn scene. Leave the man's lock alone.

[...Ffffiiiiiiiiiine. Steps aside just enough he can get to the lock. But glaring, screw you weird hell bartender.]

[ The damned man unlocks the door and goes back to tending the bar, though he's doing it with one eye on Coyote now. Rude. ]

[Slouches into the chair, bouncing her leg irritably for only a moment before getting up and going over to the bartender.]

Oi. You want us gone? What're the transit options? There some kinda bus or train or something that'll take us to the next town over?

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[ Huffs. ]

Honestly, if you were lost I don't see why you couldn't have said so sooner. If you are looking for a way out of town, the Judecca underground line has a station a few streets over.

––Oh. Uh. Does it go to, uh, that place they're filming all the idols?

If you plan on sneaking in, I recommend you forge slightly better paperwork than the nothing you presented me with. [ Snorts ] But the Judecca line does run all the way to Pythia, yes.

Geez, why didn't you act all cool sooner? Sorry about earlier, gramps.

You wouldn't happen to know a good forger, huh?

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