Lily Ivory (
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Fourth Brew | Video | June 4, just after midnight
[When the video starts, there’s only a view of the dimly lit Kishin Chamber’s ceiling and the sound of a Texas twang that’s rarely heard over the network. The voice is a bit distant, as if the speaker is talking to herself rather than the device, and colored by a level of level of exasperation usually reserved for a certain nerdy nuisance of a sorcerer.]
Jiminy Cricket! Not this place again! That cotton-pickin’ contraption always picks the worst times!
[ Really, couldn’t it just leave a witchy person to brew in peace, solve the occasional murder, and fix a supernatural problem once in a while? The voice trails off into a frustrated sigh and less intelligible mutterings. Something about a date? And a soul trapped in a mirror…]
[But the mumblings stop a few moments later when Lily notices the communicator lying on the floor. Dag nab it! Is that smartphone thing on, too? Is that what she dropped when she landed sprawled on the ground?]
[Finally, Lily’s face comes into view as she leans over the communicator, red lipstick slightly smudged and the curl coming out of her 1920s style Marcel waved hair as several brown locks escape from a chignon at the nape of her neck. There’s a bit of a bare shoulder visible for a second before she draws back and only her face can be seen again, expression uncertain as she addresses whoever might be listening. She doesn't like these gadgets but she needs help.]
Um, could someone tell me what day it is? [It had been weeks by her reckoning but she knows how BREW likes to muck with time.]
And I need help with a clothes problem. A woman would probably be better. I can’t go back to my apartment like this…
[Then, she recalls the last thing she remembers about this place being tossing her keys on the kitchen counter after getting back from grocery shopping.]
Dag nab it. I don’t think I have my keys either...
[is there some person in charge of the apartment buildings with spare keys who could let her in? Or does she need to call a locksmith after she gets out of this place?]
Jiminy Cricket! Not this place again! That cotton-pickin’ contraption always picks the worst times!
[ Really, couldn’t it just leave a witchy person to brew in peace, solve the occasional murder, and fix a supernatural problem once in a while? The voice trails off into a frustrated sigh and less intelligible mutterings. Something about a date? And a soul trapped in a mirror…]
[But the mumblings stop a few moments later when Lily notices the communicator lying on the floor. Dag nab it! Is that smartphone thing on, too? Is that what she dropped when she landed sprawled on the ground?]
[Finally, Lily’s face comes into view as she leans over the communicator, red lipstick slightly smudged and the curl coming out of her 1920s style Marcel waved hair as several brown locks escape from a chignon at the nape of her neck. There’s a bit of a bare shoulder visible for a second before she draws back and only her face can be seen again, expression uncertain as she addresses whoever might be listening. She doesn't like these gadgets but she needs help.]
Um, could someone tell me what day it is? [It had been weeks by her reckoning but she knows how BREW likes to muck with time.]
And I need help with a clothes problem. A woman would probably be better. I can’t go back to my apartment like this…
[Then, she recalls the last thing she remembers about this place being tossing her keys on the kitchen counter after getting back from grocery shopping.]
Dag nab it. I don’t think I have my keys either...
[is there some person in charge of the apartment buildings with spare keys who could let her in? Or does she need to call a locksmith after she gets out of this place?]
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Hi Lily! I've brought you a change of shoes.
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I'm sorry for putting you through the trouble, especially at this hour. I didn't realize how late it was. [With the lack of windows in the Kishin Chamber, she'd no idea it was past midnight until she talked to Steve.]
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[She puts the sandals on, wiggling her toes a bit to get her stockings out of the way. Now, to get out of this creepy room!]
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I play the piano and sing.
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A pop star? You mean you made records and were famous and everything?
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They called me "Blue Rose" back home. And I had a completely different look for when I needed to perform as her.
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[Ah, finally outside! Now, for all those stairs...]
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Honestly, I don't think it's appropriate for anything outside of a really big showy performance...
[Maybe except if she was working at the Bare It All Strip Club or performing on a massive stage like a big-time pop star.]
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I see. Do you have something else picked out then? What's this Dorsia place like? [She's never been there.]
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Yes. I found a nice black dress that would work well. Dorsia's a high-class restaurant in the Financial District. I don't think a lot of guests visit it, sadly.
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I do! Absolutely!
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You should come visit my shop sometime. I deal in vintage clothes and I'll let you pick out a little something for free as thanks for helping me out.
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[She's all bouncy with happiness!]
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