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Who: Cain Knightlord, Charles Fei-Ong and you!
What: Classy concert for classy people
Where: Church of Salvation
When: Evening of October 2nd
Warnings: n/a

[After weeks of planning, practicing and trying to gather attention, these two losers are finally ready to put on their concert. The morning of the 1st, residents that Charles and Cain know personally will find an envelope taped to their front door. Written neatly on a greeting card inside is the time, date and location of the gathering, and a little note below that simply says "refreshments provided" because they know they have to bait some of you with food....

A few larger pieces of paper with the same information will be taped to the light posts in some of the more high-traffic areas, just to try attracting a larger crowd.

When the evening of the 2nd rolls around, the church has been left with its front doors wide open. There are a few rows of chairs near the front of the makeshift "stage", which is just the area that the pulpit usually is, cleared out and fitted with two music stands and a small piano (that might look familiar to those who spend time in the high school music room whoops). The area behind the chairs is left empty, giving people a place to stand and mingle during intermissions. While the atmosphere isn't exactly as elegant as Charles was striving for, it's been made a very clean and comfortable environment.]

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[That gets a mad cackle from her. Oho! So they WERE listening! One of them, at least.]

No no, that can't be it, rats aren't allowed in there, right? Right?!

[She'll still be laughing horribly when he finally comes out with the chair.]

[and he'll be setting that chair down with a somewhat amused look himself, making sure to position it so it's as close to the church as he imagine would be comfortable without actually being inside of the bounded field.]

Oh, I wouldn't say that. There are plenty of rats in any given church.

[That sets her off into more laughter.]

You would, would you? I know a few people that would think that!

[And she's still giggling to herself as she curtseys to Charles and has herself a seat in the offered chair.]

...I imagine you didn't think I'd even come, is that it?

Do you? It's not entirely unexpected.

[he's in such a good mood that he'll reciprocate the joke curtsey with a little bow of his own. when he straightens, he places one hand on his hip and holds the other out in a half shrug.]

Something like that. I thought the timing might be a little early for your taste and I wasn't certain if you appreciated concerts, but it would be a shame to let that invitation sit and collect dust. I would have selected a more suitable location if your presence was confirmed [nope...] but unfortunately this building has the best acoustics of any, including the school auditorium.

I keep classy company back home.

[She smooths her skirts out and sits as primly as she can.]

I'll have to make sure to RSVP earlier, then, if you ever throw a little party like this again. I'm sure the acoustics are lovely inside the building. It's all a bit muffled out here.

If that's the case, I hope you don't find the atmosphere lacking. It's not quite the concert I had been envisioning. [he spares a sideways glance to the church and his nose wrinkles a little. it's a little too hard to replicate the opulence he's used to in a place like this, which frustrates him.]

We must arrange one in a location more comfortable to you the next time. The doors will be kept open, of course, but it's a shame that we can't be more accommodating for the time being. We do play very well, to hear it muffled is almost a crime.

It's a nice evening. Not a cloud in the sky. Maybe... you should have an outdoor concert. If only there was a proper stage for it...

[But that idle thought is set aside with a shake of her head.] How long have you been playing for, Charles?

Now would certainly be the time for something like that. Perhaps we could borrow the stage that young songstress built. A few adjustments would need to be made, but I'd imagine it's doable. [he seems to be seriously considering this for a moment... when he answers, it's a little distracted since he's still trying to mentally work out the logistics of holding a proper outdoor performance.]

Ninety years, give or take a few.

You'd have to hurry to get on it. Fall is already on the way. Soon it'll be snowing. [She's not sure what he means by "that young songstress", but it doesn't much matter. It's Charles's concert to plan.]

Aah... it's funny, I've never been lucky enough to hear a performance from someone with so many years of experience. Even considering the company I keep at home. They're so uncultured. All politics, no poetry...

I will, indeed. You can expect it to be an autumn concert if it happens at all. [the thought of trying to perform outdoors in the snow like some classy version of the little match girl is not very appealing to him...

neither is politics by the looks of things, since his expression sours immediately upon hearing that.]

Isn't that a horribly unfortunate thing? I can't say the situation isn't the same in my own world, which is a true shame. ...A true irritant might be a more accurate description, on second thought. Politics and pecking orders hardly interest me, so of course it would be what near everyone is focused on.

It is. It is. I was promised something greater than what I got. When you live for hundreds of years and you've got time to get all cultured, you'd think you'd want to show it off... but noooo, everyone's too concerned about territory and inter-covenant conflicts and hunters and whatever new bullshit the Prince is pulling this month...

[She sighs dramatically, tilts her head back, and makes a sound that's midway between a laugh and a sob.]

...so is it as bad where you're from?

[that gets a genuine laugh out of him, even if it doesn't sound all too pleasant.]

It sounds similar, I'll give it that! We don't have hunters to fret over, but our kind does seem to argue amongst itself quite frequently. [putting it lightly...

he wipes a nonexistent tear away from his cheek, one hand on his hip.] Well, I suppose pecking orders and petty arguments are inescapable regardless of whether one is thirty or three hundred. I certainly put forth the effort to retain some culture, but it would be a lie to say the effort is shared.