Minion Post, LA dead zones

[singindemonhq]

None of the Minions know if the story is true and it could be that not even the Operatives know for sure, but there’s a rumour that parts of L.A. are cursed and that nobody living there can sing. (That’s supposed to apply to the undead and to demons, too – which makes it all the stranger that there’s supposed to be a karaoke bar on the edge of one of the dead zones.)

The reasons for the curse vary with who tells the story. Most agree that it was meant to keep the Master out of there, but some say there was a Thesalac demon hanging out in a run-down hotel; those specialize in paranoia and, oddly enough, people singing the truth can make it very clear when nobody’s out to get a victim. Paranoids have enemies too, so that doesn’t always work.

Some say it’s part of Wolfram and Hart’s wards; you can bet that they don’t want a musical truth-fest, (Especially since old Suvata isn’t immune.) I’ve even heard that a guy called D’Hoffryn had it done because a Vengeance Demon summoned the Master instead of the other way around.

Anyway, I’d heard enough about the way the people there sound to flatly disbelieve what I was hearing when I was told we were going to do a Gig in LA. I’m not supposed to argue but the only consequence, so far, is that I’m going in wearing a wire in case I need ear-plugs on the day. None of the Minions have hearing as sensitive as the Master’s, but none of us are looking forward to this one!