3. [Text] Come to Caritas!

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Caritas Karaoke Bar
Come sing what you want to sing!
Guys, gals, and others of all species welcome.
Find us just a few blocks from Sanctuary.

Can you mix drinks better than an Extra?
Get a job bartending at Caritas!
Contact the Host for details.
 

4. Dance of the Dead - [Location: Various]

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Spade was somewhat disheartened to discover Solomon and Leila had departed; they'd been his best hope so far for company that was both useful and entertaining. And Leila had, theoretically, some files that would have been useful as hell, but they seemed to be gone with her. (He'd done some poking; Taxon had knights but not cops. It didn't matter though, as he hadn't found anything at all.) No trace of either of them, anywhere in the city, which could mean a number of things, most of them unpleasant.

Still, Spade wasn't one for brooding. Mourning their disappearance wouldn't get anything done.

The next project he is working on was one that would involve socializing. He's paying calls to all the prisoner-run businesses he could find. (Businesses run by the Extras, for the moment, don't primarily interest him; perhaps later he'll get to them, but they aren't a priority.) Restaurants, bars, shops. He's slowly but surely working his way around, putting names and faces to the owners. It might not give him a clue, but it's a starting place, and Spade is always happier with something to work on.

He whistles, idly, as he walks. So far, he's found whistling voluntarily more than usual has kept the singing at bay. Who knows how long that will last.

[OOC: If you own a business in Taxon, you can assume you get a visit. Non business owners, feel free to tag him wherever it suits your fancy.]

Nine: [Voice]

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[Rose's voice sounds panicked. More than that she sounds a bit terrified and on the edge of falling apart]

Anyone seen the Doctor last night or today? Didn't come home and his coat, screw driver--they're missing. I--I can't find 'im on the map.

[There's a pause before Rose speaks again]

M'worried 'bout him.

舞: [ visual | location: castle summers ]

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Believe it or not, Castle Summers has a well stocked library, though when it shows up on the tablets it looks a bit like it's been hit by an extremely localized tornado. There's a pile of books in the middle of the room, some open and some closed with a few sprinkled on top that look as if at some point in time they'd been journals, with a River standing over them.

She looks clean and brushed in her black shorts and over-sized top, but it's not an improvement across the board. Her eyes are tired (a side effect of avoiding sleep, that's when they work and she's had enough of that thank you), and the way she holds herself as she paces around her book pool is careful, anxious and on the edge of something she can't quite figure out as she nudges at them with her toes.

"Not here," she mutters, distant and frustrated when she dips her toe into the pile like she's checking the temperature before she cannonballs in. "Nothing is in here."

With an agitated kick one hefty book goes flying, and predictably (if you've been paying any attention to this month's litany of musical shenanigans) its landing thunk cues a low murmur of music as River walks out of sight. It's all strings of various tones and pitches, and when she walks back into frame, across to the right of the books, the music is strong and waiting.

( cut for the sake of overlong descriptions of dancing )

When the music fades out, River shoves the book she'd been trying to crawl into away from her, into the tablet, and the visual cuts out on her sprawled over the pile, breathing heavy. Glitched dancing takes a lot out of a crazy person.


[ooc: Song is 'Aluminum Can,' and the badly described dance can be seen here. It looks much better than how I tried to say it. They don't match up quite right so. Liberties. They were taken.]

014 ± [visual/location: speares] standing in the tall grass thinking nothing

[aintnoconvict]

There is a road paved with bricks. Or not so much a road as a pedestrian plaza, and the bricks are red and brown, not a yellow one among them. There are quaint little shops, and large, festively painted planter pots brimming with poppies, and it really is a nice little corner of the city which everyone should have a gander at.

This gander was provided by Glitch's tablet, as he had come to this lovely spot to pace and think, or more accurately to pace and try to think since his half-a-brain tended to muck things up. As he was presently thinking of his half-a-brain, and the problems it presented, and possible solutions, it should come as no surprise that music would swell.

"Though DG says I'm brilliant
And clever and resilient
I think there's more to gain
With my smarts I have no fear
That I'd get us all out of here
If I only had my brain."

( With apologies to MGM. )

The music faded and Glitch gazed carefully into the middle distance. He heaved a troubled sigh, then blinked, frowned, and glanced at the tablet in his hands. A cheerful smile broke across his face and he laughed lightly.

"Oh, hi everyone! Sorry to- um. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"