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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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[And she shakes her head--nope, Bones neglected to mention you.]

We never really got around to talking about roommates, I guess. Well, better late than never. Been here a while, I take it?

[ though the guide does mention her three times -- in case kay has read it? ]

Two years, three months.

[Kay did, but that was two months ago. Wings and universal translators and warring factions stick out in her mind; names of individual villagers, not so much.]

Impressive. Two months, give or take a few days.

Impressive? Hardly. All I did was stand here and stay captured. Unless you're talking about the part where it's impressive that they kept me captured. In which case. Yes. Very. Impressive to the degree of very.

[ she prattles and pours herself an orange juice. ]

I got the sense that people tend to come and go here. And, you know, given the choice, I'd rather stay. [Shrug.] I'm getting the feeling I'm in the minority there, though.

[ hmm. buffy lifts an eyebrow. ] A minority, maybe. But a strong minority.

[ only a touch cryptic -- she's actually rather simple to read. buffy has been wrestling with her own feelings on staying or going since losing (and regaining) jack sparrow. ]

Yeah? Have to admit, I haven't met too many people here who feel the same.

...The old-timers feel a little more conflicted, I think. And the old-timer numbers dwindle pretty easily. Y'know, versus the large amount of incoming go-getters that show up every two months.

[ used to be ever month. buffy takes another drink of her orange juice. ]

Makes sense, I guess. [She sips her McCoy.] I mean, I can see how people might not like the place, but I think it's got one hell of a hook. Couldn't have written it better if I'd come up with it myself.

...Not to mention the part where it's actually managing to be safer and less rocky than some homes.

Yeah, that's a consideration, too. [It applies to her minimally, but enough that the argument's occurred to her, too.] And I can't believe I'm saying this, but it beats home for interesting people.

...We're a charismatic bunch, sometimes. Still, though, home was pretty interesting. Not always in a good way.

Here, though. There are things here I wouldn't want to forget. If going home means forgetting? Then I'm not a fan.

You can't beat New York for interesting, but I met a lot more people who wrote about magic than did it.

[The rest of Buffy's comment gets a nod; leaving everything here behind like it was a particularly involved dream would mean losing her stories, her ideas, and the knowledge that she'd met the Horatio Hornblower.]

Seems to me it'd be better if you could just pull a few strings, get everyone you wanted from home here, and just stay.

...Or knock the walls down entirely.

[ she tugs lightly on a little golden locket around her neck; thoughtful. it's an old idea -- not even hers, originally. but seemingly adopted from someone who had been here for a while even when she had first arrived.

buffy nods. ] New York, though? Wow. California, here. Originally.

I could see doing that, too, though I'm torn on how much I'd want some of my colleagues here. [It's accompanied with a wry smile.]

Really? Where in California?

Born in LA, but more recently from a little town called Sunnydale.

[ a town that simply doesn't exist anymore except as a crater in the ground. ]

Huh. I'm Indianapolis, by way of Manhattan. [Sunnydale sounds familiar, but not because she remembers it from home.] I was in Los Angeles a while ago. Nice place.

You wouldn't happen to know a kid called Jonathan, would you?

[ her face darkens. ]

He's -- yeah, I know him. [ knew him, her mind corrects. ] He went home, recently.

I'd been wondering if he had. [It's too bad--she'd have liked to picked his brain for everything he knew about "Deep Space 9."] Seemed like a good kid--he mistook me for one of my friends' characters when we met.

He was. He was a good kid. In his own way.

Yeah. [Another sip of her cocktail. So this exact topic of conversation isn't going to go too much further.] Must make things interesting, having people you know from home around here.

There used to be a lot more of us from Sunnydale, but we're down to four. Me, my sister, my -- an old friend. And and old flame.

[She raises her eyebrows.] Sounds like interesting's not the half of it. Maybe I oughta count my blessings that I'm the only person I know from home here.

Oh, I don't know. It helps just as much as it hurts. Familiar faces aren't a bad thing. Especially for the New Feathers.

Oh, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't mind seeing my husband show up. [But let's be light-hearted here, shall we.] But the sheer number of people I'd rather not see here means it might end up looking like a game of Russian roulette.

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