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All right, if you can all listen up for a couple minutes, I've got some things you might be interested in hearing about--and I'm gonna need your input on them.

Since it sounded like people'd be interested in the possibility of having a nightclub here, we're gonna try putting something together on the second floor of Seventh Heaven. Dining, dancing, live music, the works. Opening night'll be sometime at the beginning of August, if everything goes according to plan.

What that means, though, is that we're gonna need some entertainment, and that's where you come in. If you're a musician and you've been wanting an audience, then you could have a regular gig here--any style music. I'm partial to pop, of course, but I get the feeling not everyone here likes Perry Como. Or maybe if you do standup--that could be okay, too. I don't want it turning into a whole vaudeville circuit up there, but if you're some other kind of entertainer, let me know, and we'll see if we can't fit you in somewhere.

So if you're interested, let me know here. Tell me what it you do, whether you're going to need anything there to perform, like if you play the piano, and how often we could count on you to be the evening's entertainment.

And if I haven't lost you all completely yet, if anyone's got an idea for a name for the place, I'm all ears. I name characters--turns out I'm no good at naming nightclubs.

[And with that task done, she's going to go celebrate this project getting off the ground--along with finally getting all her finished manuscripts in something approaching order that afternoon--with a trip out to Good Spirits. Can't neglect one part of Luceti's nightlife ("nightlife") for the other, after all. She'll be there for an hour or two, in a yellow cocktail dress, because it's just not fun to go out if you don't get a little dressed up.]
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[Kay feels like she's getting over a hangover. Maybe it's all the pie. And the cake, and the meatloaf, and the three attempts at gelatin molds, none of which set correctly--because turning into Little Susie Homemaker still doesn't make her at all skilled in recipes she didn't start learning to make when she was eight and nine years old.

Alternatively, it could be the nips at the sherry she'd been taking all week. Even with a personality change, a life of constant housework is hard for her to swallow.

So today she's walking around town in pedal-pushers, cotton blouse, and sandals today instead pounds of crinoline underneath a skirt. (Being a perfect housewife means sweating a lot. Much as she enjoys dressing up, those were closer to evenings-out outfits than anything, and she put them on every. single. morning.)

She's out mostly to enjoy the fact that she doesn't feel any kind of nagging desire to clean, cook, or otherwise make life more pleasant for the hard-working fellows around her, but she's poking into shops when something catches her eye. Today is a particularly good day for that, it turns out, and characters can meet her wherever in town, before or after she's recovered her typewriter and a few pieces of her jewelry from home.]


I've got a sewing machine and three and a half pies left over from this week if anyone wants them. I don't think I want to look at a kitchen ever again. [She sounds a little tired and not nearly as perky as she has over the last week.] I was about ready to throw out my notes and turn the study into a sewing room--completely out of my mind, I tell you.

It wasn't too bad, though. I wouldn't mind seeing a few more of these experiments--it's kind of interesting to take stock afterward.

Anyway, my typewriter showed up in a shop today. Good thing I didn't see it earlier--in that state, I'd probably have left it there. [It's said dryly, but there's some humour there. Also, she's genuinely excited to type again, you guys; it's been pages upon pages of handwritten drafts.] Although I probably would've had the sense to take my jewelry box, at least.

[And then, fifteen minutes later, sounding just a little beleaguered:]

Never mind, pies and sewing machine are spoken for.

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