The Sign Said to Come Here (Open)

[Degnar]

-1 Glamour to harden Mask

Having resurfaced recently, the Darkling had been exploring Sacramento once more, looking for signs of the Lost within the city. He had managed to spot a few of them, one of which mentioned an establishment called the "Blue Note" as a place of gathering for the Silent Arrow. Figuring that would be the best place to start, and likely the safest, Degnar headed in the direction of the jazz club.

As he neared the establishment, he stopped dead on his tracks. He tilted his head slightly to one side, studying the place closely. He recalled that his Queen had warned the Court about an establishment called Maxine's at one point, and from what he remembered...this was the place! However, the sign above the entrance said otherwise. Perhaps the ownership of the establishment had changed hands? Or was this all merely a trap?

There is only one way to find out...

He had hardened his Mask for a reason, so if this was indeed a trap, he hoped his tactic would earn him a few seconds to make a quick getaway. While the Tunnelgrub preferred to lay low and not call much attention to himself, he expected to stick out like a sore thumb in such a fine establishment. At least he was glad that there wasn't a NO LOITERING sign hanging by the windows.

Maybe I won't get thrown out right away, he thought to himself as he entered the club.

[Degnar]

Degnar had just entered the club, looking around the place for the first time. He wondered if he was in the right place, but he was certain the sign he had read had stated that this jazz club was a place where those of the Winter Court gathered. Unsure of what to do next, he stood idly by the door as someone else entered behind him.

The Darkling turned his head slightly to take a look at the man, if one could call him that. He blinked twice, not recognizing the other Lost. Must be someone who arrived after I left, he thought to himself in silence, questioning his next course of action. The stranger did not seem to be a member of the Onyx Court, but one could never be too sure. Figuring it was best to greet the man, Degnar tipped the brim of his hat in the direction of the Lurker.

"Hello," he said in a monotone voice.

[Degnar]

If the sinister undertones of the man's voice bothered Degnar, his blank expression didn't show any sign of it. To be fair, they didn't show any signs of much else either. "Oh...well, I'm not new," replied the Tunnelgrub in what was likely not a very helpful response. "I was away for a while, but I have recently returned." He fell silent after saying those words, missing the point of an introduction for a few seconds.

"Sam?" he said, repeating the stranger's name as he looked down at the offered hand. "Right. I'm Degnar," he added after an awkward pause, stretching his own hand to meet the man's handshake.

[Degnar]

The Tunnelgrub offered a slight shrug in response. "That sounds about right," he said to Sam in regards to the pronunciation of his name. He had never really thought about it, and it wasn't a big deal to him if people pronounced it correctly or not anyway.

He listened to the other Darkling speak, nodding his head a couple of times. "This used to be a place I was told not to go to," he said to the Lurker, giving another nonchalant shrug. "It wasn't safe...but looks like things have changed." Degnar paused for a moment, taking a quick look around the establishment. "Including the name," he added as his eyes shifted their attention back to Sam.

"I used to know the city well," he explained in his monotone voice. "Not sure if much else has changed though." It had been slightly over a year since he had fled the Freehold after all, and if Maxine's was now Blue Note, who knows what other changes could have occurred during his absence. "I've felt a little...Lost since coming back," he added, hoping that the word would clue the man as to his own nature.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan had yet to attend a show at the Blue Note. Partially due to timing and also to avoid being made to sing karaoke. She'd no desire to stand up in front of a crowd, the center of all attention, trying to do something she was probably bad at BEFORE Arcadia, and freaking out until everyone laughed at her. Such "fun" was for other fools, thank you very much.

But it seemed popular with the Lost. She should scope things out. Know where it was and, always important, where the exits from the place were. She'd already checked the sides and roof of the building. The emergency exits and staff entrances were easy enough to locate.

When she got to the front of Blue Note she sighed in annoyance at the sign that read "NO LOITERING." Great. Gonna have to order something so I don't get thrown out! No karaoke though, no-no, probably would get thrown out if did. As she entered the club, her mind unfocused, she almost ran into a couple of dudes wearing nice hats.

"Eep-uh-oh, s-sorry sorry!" Morgan stumbled, leaves kicked up as her Mantle flared. A little hop backwards was all she needed to regain her balance before scooting off to the side and aroudn the two men. A glance up at them was all it took for her to recognize the pumpkin-headed man from the Midsummer event. The man with the hat, she didn't recognize. A mundane maybe? She addressed Sam, "Oh, heh-hi-hi again. R-recognize you from that club meeting, yes? D-don't think we talk then. Oh, sor-sorry, didn't plan-intend to indy-rupt you and fien-friend here, no-nope. Nice hats both."

She resisted the urge to face palm when she threw in the last blurt. Instead, she just put on a stupid, friendly grin. Nice hats? Truth, but really? That is what you came up with? No wonder folks think I'm stupid. If Sam was meeting with the mundane, she would just leave them be.

[Degnar]

Degnar shrugged in response to Sam's words about the establishment they found themselves in. "No idea to be honest," he said to the other Darkling. "I was simply told to stay clear of this place. Well, it had a different name back then...but yeah, this is my first time here." He paused after saying those words, studying the place once more. "Definitely a change for the better though..." he said, letting his words trail off.

No longer being owned by a possible Gentry is definitely a step up, he thought to himself as he took a closer look at the decor. Besides, the name Maxine's was sort of tacky anyway...

Just as he turned his attention back to the other Lost, a girl almost ran into them. The Tunnelgrub took a step back, tilting his head slightly to one side as he studied the Steepescrambler. He couldn't remember if he had ever met the girl, at least properly, but he had a vague recollection of having seen her around the Freehold before. "Hello," he said to her as he tilted his head back to its original place. "You look familiar," he added in his monotone voice, trying to get a clearer memory of when and where he may have seen her.