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[sealegs]

And this is why I don't like places that spend too much good coin on dazzle and flair. You've your tall buildings and tall champagne glasses and tall heels-- but not a damned brothel in sight?

It's a disappointment for us all. Can you imagine how repressed the men must be here? Oh, you poor things. There's a term for that, you know. And a cure if you know where to look.

[Isabela did, however, find the nearest trashy bar. So she's there and using her wiles to get free drinks because her coin doesn't get her anything at all.]

Say-- what is this thing anyhow?

[She addresses the bartender, tapping at the screen she's seen a few others burying their noses into.]

Thought if I talked at it long enough, it would, I don't know. Do a trick- vibrate. Anything but sit there and blink at me.

[A swig of her tankard of beer, and she accidentally slams it down on the device, shutting off the feed.]

[ooc | I don't know why I posted this now when I'm about to go to the gym. BRB.]

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[sealegs]

Oh, please teach me.

[Isabela is also checking out her-- company. There's not a shred of shame in her posture, her gaze. Oh, but she likes what she sees. Very much.]

I'm from a little world called Thedas. It couldn't be more different from this place.

[She looks around as if in wonder.]

Even the taverns look about a hundred years into the future.

what is that typo even -frowns at it.-

[dignity_misery]

Hm. [No her smile is not smug at all.] I've met a few from other worlds. Most of us recognize Earth, even if our versions differ.

[She makes a vague gesture, inviting Isabela to follow her out.]

And we're used to dissonance, people will probably answer just about any question you ask them.

oh haha I didn't even notice!

[sealegs]

[Isabela follows, always with a swagger and a sway of her hips.]

Hmm. Questions get so boring after a while, though.

[She stretches when they step outside.]

A city's a city - this one just happens to be a bit shinier than I'm used to.

-smacks it aside.-

[dignity_misery]

[It's just a faint laugh of agreement. Carla preferred to gather information through observation, but there were some aspects of the City that were more quickly grasped by conversation. It was good someone had warned her about the peculiarities of death in this place.]

It's a little behind my time, but the magic is new.

[sealegs]

Magic, hmm? Now that I'm familiar with.

[Not personally-- unless being on the receiving end of a little electricity trick counts.]

Please don't tell me the mages are all oppressed here, too.

[Because that is just such a headache.]

[dignity_misery]

[That answers a question, anyway.]

No, they might be the majority, I don't keep count.

[sealegs]

Well, that makes things a bit simpler. Less bitching about what should be and more time spent on things that really matter. Like enjoying yourself.

[dignity_misery]

The curses make some days less tolerable than others.

[sealegs]

What are these curses anyhow? I never much liked demons.

[dignity_misery]

I don't know what they are.

[It's just the word people use, but Carla has another curse of her own that is very different. She knows where it came from.]

But you'll know them when you see them.

[sealegs]

Nothing like coming across a surprise when it slaps you in the face.

[She's kind of looking forward to them! They sound so-- weird.]

[dignity_misery]

They slap everybody around a couple times a week.

[sealegs]

Kinky.