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[kayeaton]

You know what this place could use? A nightclub.

Don't get me wrong, I like Good Spirits a lot, but you can't exactly go there for dinner and dancing. The pizzeria seems like it has room for musicians, but pizza's not exactly ritzy. Sometimes you just want to go somewhere nice and hear a good band, you know? Putting a Tex Beneke record on just isn't the same.

It wouldn't even have to be dance music all the time, either. Just some piano music, like--oh, what's his name--Chopin plays would be nice. We probably don't have enough musicians here to make a full-sized band anyway.

I'm not asking for the Stork Club here--Lord knows I wouldn't get in if I was--but there oughta be something else to do here at night. For the most part, this place is great, but it's kind of a one-horse town when it comes to entertainment.

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[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

Huh. I'll keep that in mind. [Barbequed mutton isn't good unless it's from Simside, of course; Mildmay figures they're similar concepts.]

Really, huh? Everybody with red hair's bad luck, I hear, and also from Troia, which is a bit more true.

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[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the stereotype is that we have awful tempers--[which, um, okay >>]--but not really bad luck.

So where's Troia?

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[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

'Pparently we bring hexes. Me, I don't really care, but it sticks you out like a sore thumb in Mélusine.

South and East by a bit. Basically, cross the ocean.

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[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

I guess it would, two redheads in a sea of brunettes. [But what an interesting idea, the redhead who draws evil magic to herself--or himself, maybe. Hmmm, hmm. She wonders what Julius would think of that one.]

Huh. Is that where you and your brother're from?

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[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

Naw, we was born in Mélusine, same as anyone. Mother was from Troia, though.