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EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar

The door opens to a golden sky, so thick with dust it looks like orange meringue.

The soft chnk of spurs precedes the cowgirl, collar turned up and hat low over her eyes. Once the door closes, she tips her hat back and takes a look around. And smiles.

As soon as she settles at the Bar, she's presented with gift after gift after gift after gift, along with a plate of Solstice sweets and a few gingerbread ... robots? She eyes everything with delight, surprised when she realizes how much time has passed. She wasn't expecting she'd be gone so long. She best start on the thank-you notes straight away.

But first, she does happen to have a few gifts of her own. She unshoulders her bag and leaves the tardy presents with Miss Bar.

Dr. Lecter receives a fine buffalo pelt, along with a small parcel of meat, and a handwritten note.

The Sandhu's receive an ornate chess set along with a fine oak board, and five parcels of candy suitable for each family member.

Mr. Tommy Gavin receives a bar of lye soap and a suggestive note on what to do with it, along with a very attractive silk teck tie wrapped in tissue.

Mr. John Marston receives a fine gentleman's hat: it's a high top Derby, and it's bulletproof. The accompanying note says: Keep your head on straight –Kate

Mr. The Kid receives a pair of chocolate brown dancing shoes and a framed picture, along with a handwritten note.

Master Elrond receives a book of poems by Lord Byron, and a jar of Kate's spiced peaches, along with a handwritten note.

Ms. Remy receives a lidded trinket box in the shape of a white cat with big blue eyes, filled with her favorite sweets. The accompanying note is signed: –Blue Eyes

Ms. Ellen receives a set of very practical gifts: a nice length of good rope, tooled leather boots, a fine set of spurs, and a pair of lambskin gloves, along with a handwritten note.

Ms. Dixie receives a set of dime novels and a pair of lambskin gloves in pink, along with a box of chocolate bonbons and a handwritten note.

Ms. Clementine receives a box of saltwater taffy, and while Kate is setting it aside she asks Miss Bar to add a pint of Peach Cobbler ice cream to the parcel.

Enzo & Dani receive a traditional engagement gift: silver spoons, along with a set of silver civil war cannon trinkets, and a gold locket. A formal note of congratulations accompanies the gifts.

Ms. Pyrrha receives a paint box set with several fine colors, and a few horsehair brushes. While Kate is at the Bar, she asks that a bushel of ripe avocados be added to the parcel.

Teja receives a pommel sword and sheath with a gold eagle head hilt and gold inlay along the blade, as well as a handwritten note.

Ratonhnhaké:ton receives a fresh set of writing tools, along with a toy stagecoach and a small parcel of sweets.

William Evans receives a new collection of books, mostly American authors as it's what she could find in Galveston, and a dime novel slipped in. They're accompanied by a small tin of caramels, and a handwritten note.

To everyone else go a jar of spiced peaches and a small parcel of sweets, nuts, and dried fruit.

That done, she settles down to write her thank-yous, occasionally admiring the clay cat and pondering a name change to 'Queen of the Bandits'. No doubt she'll soon break into the sweets, though there's far too much to eat in one sitting. It's a good turn of luck that she feels inspired to share.

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She's happier with the subject change, anyway. So much of her childhood daydreaming has been about this sort of thing--that her father would come back and take her back to the farm she imagines he grew up on (her daydreaming may have been influenced by reading the Oz books) and they'd spend so much time outside and he'd teach her everything about everything.

"That must've been wonderful," she says with a smile. "And you'd... you'd talk to each other? You'd tell him your concerns and he'd listen and give his advice?"

She smiles even more brightly.

"It was."

It was wonderful, truly. Kate had a very fortunate upbringing.

"Ah, yes. Yes, of course. It was jus' the two of us, y'see. My mama passed away when I was eight, an' my daddy raised me. There were jus' the farm hands, my daddy, an' I. He didn't always know what t'do with a young girl, but he did his best. An' we could always talk 'bout anythin'."

"I lived with my Aunt Gracie for a while, when my mother got sent away. She never had children of her own, so she was happy to have me there, and she taught me a lot of things--how to dance, how to make rice and beans. And we could talk."

Not about everything, though.

"Oh, but that sounds wonderful."

Kate skips nimbly over the remark about her mother. Her first thought is that being 'sent away' means she was committed, and she doesn't want to ask for fear it brings up anything painful.

"I never had any extended family, y'see. No brothers or sisters or cousins t'play with, or aunts an' uncles, or grandparents t'visit. I think it would've been rather nice t'have family like that."

"Both my parents came down to the city alone, without family. I don't know how many relatives I have on the surface; my mother's only ever mentioned her father, and I think he might be gone."

Sofia Lamb is not exactly the warm, family-oriented type.

"Aunt Gracie and Uncle Stanley were friends of hers, people she trusted. Aunt Gracie was from St. Louis, she was a singer. She worked in a nightclub, and when she was on stage, she'd just fill the room. Even when she wasn't on stage, her presence was bigger than her actual self. If that makes any sense."

"Oh, I see."

Her eyes widen.

"Yes, 'course that makes sense. I've got a few friends in show business. It must be odd bein' so disconnected from the rest of the world. But d'you have the same things y'would find in a city on the surface? Nightclubs, for instance?"

"Oh, everything," she says. "Aunt Gracie worked in a nightclub in our city, made some records and everything, until the economy went bad. People who liked the blues couldn't afford to go see her anymore."

The political censorship hadn't helped either.

"They had theaters and diners and shops, a farmer's market--they even had farms, but I never went there. My mother owned a park, with a carousel and gardens, where her patients used to come for art therapy. There were galleries and even a cinema there, and a train that would take you right to the park from other parts of the city. Everything a person could want."

"Really? Even farms?"

Kate finds the idea utterly enthralling. A farm underneath the waves! And everything else sounds so wonderful, so perfect, that she can almost pretend it's not spoken of in the past tense.

Almost.

"It's not that way anymore, though?"

"We were supposed to be self-sufficient, so the farms provided food and helped purify the air too. They had trees, and beehives, and... well, the rest probably looked more like greenhouses than regular farms, but the food was very good."

The prices, on the other hand...

"When the economy went bad, a lot of people were out of work and couldn't support themselves, and Mr. Ryan didn't care. He saw them as parasites. They wanted to work, there just wasn't any, and they weren't allowed to leave. So there was a war. No one actually won."

"Goodness me."

Kate frowns.

"A civil war like that must've been devastatin' to the community. How many people are there?"

"No one can be exactly sure," she says. "There are parts of the city we can't reach, and some people are in hiding. But if I had to estimate, I'd say probably around four thousand."

Which is respectable enough, for an undersea city, but probably only a third of the population of Rapture at its height. The past ten years have not been kind.

Kate's aghast. To be fair, she's been in Galveston for some time now, and with over twenty-thousand residents it is one of the largest cities in Texas. But four thousand, scattered as they are? Trapped, with nowhere to go?

"Gracious. What're the parts y'can't reach? There ain't nobody trapped, is there?"

"They're not completely cut off--people can put on diving suits and go outside, and come in the airlocks in some other section. Where I live, for instance. That's why we were safe during the war. There used to be a train that connected us to the rest of the city, but the station's locked down and the track's pulled up."

On her mother's orders, of course.

"There's a department store I know got separated, but that was on purpose. I think the old Adonis resort is cut off too, without going outside, but the people there are happy with their surroundings. We deliver them supplies. There are other places we've had to abandon as passages flood, but people consolidate into other areas."

She shakes her head, every word filling her with more wonder and fright.

"I can't imagine. I ain't afraid of water, not really, but t'be so susceptible to it, so dependent on your city t'stay functionin'... An' t'be so isolated. The folks in charge don't seem t'be concerned with makin' ways out for anybody. Or keepin' their city together."

It's half-statement, half-question. What a position for a young girl! Bless her heart.

"We manage," she says. "Our city may not be as... as healthy and bustling as it used to be, but after everything we've been through together, we're like one big family."

One big cult family, to be precise.

"If we had more people capable of doing maintenance, and maybe a shipment of building materials for repairs, we'd be fine. We may have to accept the losses of some areas, though, and focus our efforts on the places that are in better shape. The ones we can keep up more easily."

She nods, lips pulling into a wan smile. Yes, she would imagine calamities of that magnitude would draw the people together.

"Well, I ain't got no underwater experience, but I work in the stables here an' can handle my own. If y'ever have call for a hard worker or supplies I could order, I'd be happy t'lend a hand."

"I might," she says. "Not just yet. It wouldn't be safe for people to come in just yet--we need to come up with a treatment for the people, first."

No sense having people come in, only to risk being attacked--or worse--by the local population. They don't take well to strangers these days.

"There'll be a lot of cleanup eventually. Hard work with brooms and dustpans. And mops."

She shakes her head quickly.

"Oh, of course! I wouldn't wanna risk an epidemic, or any harm t'folk. Jus' so y'know there are good people here who'd be happy t'help."

Kate may be foremost among them.

"An' that goes for here, as well. If y'need anythin' t'make settlin' in easier, jus' call on me. I'm down in the stables every day, an' Miss Bar knows how t'reach me otherwise."

She hesitates.

Well, she seems nice. Trustworthy. More importantly, normal.

"There is something," she admits after a moment. "I... I wasn't raised with other children, at home. I don't really socialize with other people there, even now. Everyone there works for my mother, so I know what to expect from them. I don't have that here."

There's a lot of uncertainty. Her father would know what to do, but... well, he's not here.

She tilts her head to one shoulder, a faint line forming between her brows. She can't imagine such a lovely girl being on her own, but with no children in her underwater city ...

"Folks here, for the most part, are real nice. I know a few boys an' girls around your age, if you're lookin' for peers."

She smiles softly.

"An' there's me, of course."

"I've met some boys here, about the same age I am. They've all been very nice."

Just boys, though. Which could be a problem.

Well, she's a tomboy in spite of her wardrobe. She likes tinkering with things, building things. But then, her mother isn't particularly feminine, and so Eleanor was given her same no-nonsense, scientific manner.

She's got a mind of her own, though.

"I like meeting new people."

Already Kate's mind starts going through the possibilities. There's Miss Bennet, and Miss Austen, though she may be a little old. There's the other young Mary, and Miss Ingress, and Dani. She's certain there are more, and her motherly instincts are to track them down and introduce them.

She has the foresight to restrain herself, however.

"Well, we'll hafta see 'bout makin' some introductions, won't we? D'you like dancin'?"

"I love dancing," she says with a smile. "I haven't really done it in a while, but I know the Charleston and the Lindy Hop."

And a few other dances in her collected memories, but those are the ones Aunt Gracie taught her. Those are the ones she's most comfortable with.

"I've got records in my room and everything."

She smiles, eyes bright and crinkling at the edges.

"S'been a while since we've had a social. Might be jus' the thing t'get folks together an' talkin'. I love t'dance myself, an' I'm sure there are plenty of young ones here who're hankerin' for a shindig."

Beat.

"What d'you keep records on, now?"

"I've never really been to anything like that. Mother used to have parties in her park, art exhibition openings and things like that, but I always got sent to bed early."

Being six years old will do that.

"Oh, records... you know, phonograph records. There's a song on each side."

She may be the only teenager with a collection of jazz and blues 78s in her room, here at the bar.

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