Voicetesting. I'll admit I'm not a master of the Roaring Twenties vernacular. :U

[musicianofvice]

Sooo...congratulations, I suppose. You did it, you made up a nice little space here for me. And you didn't go with as embarrassing a moniker as what was passing through that colorful mind of yours.

Maybe one day I'll understand this whole thing. But till then, think you can find a joint where a cool cat can let loose on his sax with wild abandon and maybe earn a few honest dollars while he's at it?

A drink or two would never go amiss either.

Just keep the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed noodlefolk away from me for a while. I could use a vacation from any trouble, and I can tell you now, the brightest and bushiest always bring the storm.

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[likesfreckles]

I believe there's a lizard-monkey over in the joint I'm at who would be most interested in a little jazz to liven his soon-to-be business.

[Did someone say bright and bushy-tailed? Okay, so she doesn't have a bushy tail, it's rather sleek, but she has the bright part down.]

[musicianofvice]

...That's not just some cunning linguistics is it, kiddo? Somehow I have the idea that you actually mean a lizard-monkey.

[He raises an eyebrow, taking a long drag from his cigarette, before taking it from his lips and regarding Ivy curiously.]

But hey, I'm stuck here and you've caught my interest. Tell me more about this business. Is it as reputable as our current employer?

[By which he means not at all.]

[likesfreckles]

I promise I'm not yanking your tail with that description. You'll see what I mean if you ever meet him; he's... quiet the looker.

[She's not sure whether it's in a good way or not.]

Hm... that's a valid question. I don't know him well enough to give an honest opinion, but word from the mundanes is that he's on the level. Supposing that's true, something tells me you'd get a steady paycheck.

I won't be working for him, but I have every plan to frequent the establishment. You could say my hyuu-mahn has... other plans up her sleeve in regards to employment. At least I should be able to tip well, if you leave a jar out.

[musicianofvice]

Quite the looker, she says. [Smirk.] So does that mean you've quit gallivanting after a certain heat-packin' little fireball?

[You know who he's talking about hehehe.]

Anyway, sounds like my idea of a living, really. steady paycheck in a joint wanting the smooth tones of a jazz atmosphere. Maybe I'll convince my mundane to send me...well, wherever you are.

[likesfreckles]

Not in the least! Well, I wouldn't stop if there was a means not to. You'll see what I mean by looker once you get a good eyeful of the bird.

[Oh, yes, she does; shame the only other cat on the island at the moment is a certain four-eyed, stoic, Marigold clean-up man.]

The island of Atlantis. I'd give you a PO box, but the area code keeps changing.

[musicianofvice]

Assuming I would get a healthy glance.

[Please don't tell him about Mordecai, goodness knows that won't get you a castmate. You know how...delicate he can be around the violent types.]

So you expect me to believe you're on an island of legend. That is constantly moving.

...I would say you've been dealin' in hallucinogens even I'd shy from, sweetheart, but I've seen shiftier things about. One of them plays in my band. [But he digresses.] Alright so...that's something, isn't it? I, uh...wish you luck with all that.

[Shrug. WHAT'S HE SUPPOSED TO SAY?!]

[likesfreckles]

Believe me, that's not hard to do.

[That's exactly why she's not letting out a peep.]

It's no so bad, aside from there being no hooch-driven underground to keep things lively; not that liveliness seems to be too much of an issue. And once Lorne gets around to his club, the entire town should be cutting a rug and bouncing to the same beat.

You'd enjoy it. I'm sure any starving artist would want an extended vacation to a beach resort.