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[singindemonhq]

I guess I'll always be updating late. My kind of gigs don't benefit from publicity while they're running. I'll miss Guy Fawkes Day in England - instead, Halloween in Sunnydale, and that's the day the bads don't walk...

Anyway, might as well upload the notes I took in London.......

We'd been taking a look at the city from about the height of cloud nine when I thought I'd seen a bar I knew. Maybe I should say that I used to know it. Once I saw the place close to I wasn't sure whether it was the "Old Bull and Bush" at all.

Inside it was neon and chrome, with a small cluster of people who could have been Hollywood wannabes, but for the accents. The small stage was in the right place, but the singer was a poor copy of Elton John.

So I cast the mojo - with a twist, and not the Twist and Shout kind. The singer started to belt "Roll Out The Barrel" - that was more like it used to be.

Erynne looked through the menu for meat meals and I got started with Bar Snax. The singer got onto Victorian Music Hall songs.

There was a ghastly woman with dyed red hair and a laugh like a hyena, right near the stage. Every time she yelped it cut through the singing. It was getting on my nerves so I cast a glamour that took twenty years off her age and made her look like Helen of Troy.

A guy at the next table took a good look and they left together within about five minutes. I wondered how he'd react when they got out of my range or the illusion wore off. Erynne looked up when I laughed, but the waitress put down her plate and distracted her.

Comments

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

*Chuckles* I've been nice.

She was getting on my nerves, so I ... *reaches for side salad, then chuckles again,* I just helped her get a date.

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* The guy might disagree with that being a good deed,
depending on how you got him to go along with it...

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

*Pours wine,*

I just made that woman with the laugh look beautiful -it was all he was interested in - she still has a personality like a snapping turtle, no cure for that.

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

There never is. How long will she look beautiful?

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm *sips wine, looking thoughtful,*

I don't really know. I didn't use too much power on it, long enough to give them a good evening - unless we go out of range...

Don't even know if they can have a good evening - he's about the same as she is now. Ok to look at but.... anyway, she wasn't bothered about that, no more than he was...

*steals fry from your plate...*

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

*dips tip of forefinger in catsup, dabs your nose*
Forget something?

*distracted* Looks almost never show the person, not really.

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

*Laughs and deals with catsup while taking further fry...*

I know that and you know that - you'd think they'd know that, by now ...

*Absent-mindedly casts glamour so stage singer has Victorian music-hall costume,*

I wonder how he'll react when it wears off?

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

*sneaks piece of hot pepper in with fries*
*shrugs* She's probably not going to have his company for
long once it does.
*Takes a sip of wine from her glass, watching the stage*

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

*Chuckles, casts glamour to hide quite a large piece of hot pepper on your plate,*

I didn't use much energy, we could even find out if they went toward the Tower.

*Takes bite of fry - looks distracted for a moment...*

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

Curious? We could, if you've had enough music
*gestures toward the singer.* Want to split this scene?
Or are you still hungry?

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

Still hungry... *Orders fries, dividing them with you, laughing* Would you like some more wine?

But when we do finish we could keep a lookout for them... somehow I don't think they'll go far.