MPC 69E Different Groove
Dec 21, 2019 8:29:47 GMT
Post by Ravenna on Dec 21, 2019 8:29:47 GMT
Downtown during the holidays doesn't get much busier, yet no matter how many distractions the holidays bring, the Spirit User Ravenna can not shake this unsettling feeling. It was a void, an emptiness echoing in her soul. To lift her spirit, Raye is heading to a jazz club she heard about from a friend from college. The rain comes down hard, splashing off Ravenna's hood. Ravenna is wearing black jeans and a long black jacket, trying to stay warm.
The sidewalk is full of puddles. Ravenna trudges onward, carefully navigating around the water in her steel buckled boots. Raye passes under a bridge, staying dry for the moment. Just on the other side, she sees the glowing purple sign above the doorway of an old and rustic club. She reaches out and places her hand on the old metal handle, opening the door. Immediately, she is hit with a combination of smoke, body odor, and pretentiousness.
Ravenna walks over to an empty table and takes a seat. There is a jazz band playing on stage, and a smoky dance floor. Ravenna pulls her hood back and unzips her jacket, unveiling a black and purple collared shirt. The buckles on her boots reflect the different colors from the lights above the dance floor. The waitress walks over and recognizes Ravenna.
"Hey, Raye, how is it hanging?" "Sherry? I didn't know you worked here, or were even a waitress." "Ya, well, I got fired from my last job, and needed some extra money for the holidays. Apparently, dental assistants are not supposed to flirt with the patients. Can I get you something to drink?" "Let's start with a Rebel Rose, double vodka." "Yes ma'am!" Sherry scurries off to fetch Ravenna's drink.
The band stops playing, and the audience snaps their fingers. A sickly looking man wearing glasses and a fedora with a leopard print band speaks into a microphone. "You have just experienced the Reapers' new song, 'Hanging by a Thread'. Up next, tune into this vibration, it's 'Bring Us Back.' Tune in, chill out." The band starts playing again, trumpet blowing, the bongos laying down a beat. The lead singer is a woman with long messy dark hair, no make up, wearing a white tank top six sizes too big with the words 'False Idol' circled and crossed out in black spray paint. She starts singing in a gloomy, raspy tone.
"Born in the fires of passion and agony. Four spirits rising to the challenge of the Goddess. My mind is no longer my own. Blame the worm and the man who hides behind his leather. I don't wanna be a failure, just a one hit wonder, a fading memory. Bring us back!"
Ravenna slumps down resting her cheek on her palm and tapping the table out of boredom. "Man, this band stinks! Even I think this is way too emo and depressing." Sherry returns with Raye's drink and takes a seat at the other side of the table. "Isn't this song great? It's like, so deep and depressing, and stuff." "What would you know about deep and depressing?" "Well, I have worked over 200 different jobs this year. It hasn't been easy." "I don't know what the Reapers are bitching about, but whining about it is pissing me off."
"Drink up, Raye. You're too high strung to have fun. Relax, get your groove on." "Why does everyone here talk like this is some kind of 1960's love fest? Is time travel one of the MPCs this month, I mean, is the bridge some kind of time machine?" "Don't be silly! And stop breaking the fourth wall, it's way too played out. It's just fun to talk like this. Come on, Raye, tune in, tune out." "Don't make this any harder than it already is." Ravenna isn't exactly having fun, but the night is still young.
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[Part Uno]
The sidewalk is full of puddles. Ravenna trudges onward, carefully navigating around the water in her steel buckled boots. Raye passes under a bridge, staying dry for the moment. Just on the other side, she sees the glowing purple sign above the doorway of an old and rustic club. She reaches out and places her hand on the old metal handle, opening the door. Immediately, she is hit with a combination of smoke, body odor, and pretentiousness.
Ravenna walks over to an empty table and takes a seat. There is a jazz band playing on stage, and a smoky dance floor. Ravenna pulls her hood back and unzips her jacket, unveiling a black and purple collared shirt. The buckles on her boots reflect the different colors from the lights above the dance floor. The waitress walks over and recognizes Ravenna.
"Hey, Raye, how is it hanging?" "Sherry? I didn't know you worked here, or were even a waitress." "Ya, well, I got fired from my last job, and needed some extra money for the holidays. Apparently, dental assistants are not supposed to flirt with the patients. Can I get you something to drink?" "Let's start with a Rebel Rose, double vodka." "Yes ma'am!" Sherry scurries off to fetch Ravenna's drink.
The band stops playing, and the audience snaps their fingers. A sickly looking man wearing glasses and a fedora with a leopard print band speaks into a microphone. "You have just experienced the Reapers' new song, 'Hanging by a Thread'. Up next, tune into this vibration, it's 'Bring Us Back.' Tune in, chill out." The band starts playing again, trumpet blowing, the bongos laying down a beat. The lead singer is a woman with long messy dark hair, no make up, wearing a white tank top six sizes too big with the words 'False Idol' circled and crossed out in black spray paint. She starts singing in a gloomy, raspy tone.
"Born in the fires of passion and agony. Four spirits rising to the challenge of the Goddess. My mind is no longer my own. Blame the worm and the man who hides behind his leather. I don't wanna be a failure, just a one hit wonder, a fading memory. Bring us back!"
Ravenna slumps down resting her cheek on her palm and tapping the table out of boredom. "Man, this band stinks! Even I think this is way too emo and depressing." Sherry returns with Raye's drink and takes a seat at the other side of the table. "Isn't this song great? It's like, so deep and depressing, and stuff." "What would you know about deep and depressing?" "Well, I have worked over 200 different jobs this year. It hasn't been easy." "I don't know what the Reapers are bitching about, but whining about it is pissing me off."
"Drink up, Raye. You're too high strung to have fun. Relax, get your groove on." "Why does everyone here talk like this is some kind of 1960's love fest? Is time travel one of the MPCs this month, I mean, is the bridge some kind of time machine?" "Don't be silly! And stop breaking the fourth wall, it's way too played out. It's just fun to talk like this. Come on, Raye, tune in, tune out." "Don't make this any harder than it already is." Ravenna isn't exactly having fun, but the night is still young.
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[Part Uno]