First Entrance

[x_coriare]

The front door opens on a rather unsuspecting patron--in fact, she's never been here. She could have sworn she was opening the door to somewhere most certainly not a bar, and she stops on the threshold with brows creased in vague concern.

Things have been a whirlwind since she manifested, at her count all of five days ago. Sooraya doesn't really know what to make of there being a bar where there shouldn't be one, but she's no longer hiding as she had been, turned to sand and spread around the dusty complex she's staying in. It's taken those few days for her to open up a little to the culture around her with all the colors and textures it has--she's wearing a long tunic and relatively slim trousers in far brighter colors than she'd have dared to before. But it's cool, and her face is still covered.

It might be worth it to come in. Or she thought so until the door shut behind her and disappeared when she turned around.

Well.

Comments

[boston_bruiser]

"Nnnnnope," Voodoo says. "More magic. She got enchanted a while back or somethin'. Now she's sentient."

Beat.

"'casionally, she's gotta take naps and grabs the person nearest her for a happy hour shift, but I don't think that's what you mean."

[x_coriare]

"Oh."

Well that's different. She does move towards the bar, and hesitates for a moment back to Voodoo. "Thank you," she says.

[boston_bruiser]

"Yuuuup," he says, picking the Heinlein back up. "Anytime."