Cheeky piece

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Its a video call of one Anthony J. Crowley stepping out of a posh building eating a vanilla and chocolate swirled cone. ]

When you think about it sixty-five million isn't really so much to ask for a place like this in the middle of New York. Especially with all those terraces. Parking space for two cars. Concierge. More bedroom space than I'll ever need. And... ha! This might be the best part!

[ He laughed and attached a quick image to the post. ]

They don't want to take that painting with them so it would come with the place! You're an art restorer, what do you think of it, Mr. Fell? Cheeky piece. It's a bit like that play we saw last week, the one where you got all annoyed with me for magically upgrading our seats. I didn't hear you complaining when we ended up with that private box though did I?

[ He paused for a thoughtful lick of chocolate before it ran down the cone. ]

I never even dreamed of owning a place like this one before so of course I signed. What is the point of magic if you can't indulge?

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[traceofeffort]

Hey, I feel you. Custom bass guitars aren't cheap either. So hey, maybe it'll just be parked in the garage one day? If I can get an instrument, you can totally get a car.

What if someone has an urge to drink? To vandalize? To burn something to the ground? I would presume it's like any other vice. Willpower and discipline are the order of the day. It's not like the other you would walk down the street and just- [She reaches with her arm a little bit behind her, and mimes grabbing something, making a small popping sound with her mouth.] -do the thing, right?

[serpentinthegarden]

Now THAT would be some magic! Wake up one day with a car!

[ It was a thrilling prospect that had him smirking before this faded with the more difficult topic. ]

I don't really know how it works. I never did anything like that in any of my memories, but one does hear the stories... sees the movies. Maybe real life demons are different than those.

[traceofeffort]

Sure, but do you see any credits for demons in the special thanks? I don't think they consulted the real thing. Not that they may have been able to find one, but still.

[serpentinthegarden]

Can't say I ever thought to even look at the credits let alone actually read them searching for demonic names. That would be something though, special thanks goes to Lucifer for his consultation and pyrotechnic support. Never get that past the MPAA!

[traceofeffort]

Eh, shove enough money at them, they'd let it pass, right? Imagine the endgame of that, though. "No demonic entities were harmed in the making of this motion picture."

[serpentinthegarden]

[ A wide and slightly evil tinged grin blossomed across Anthony's face. ]

Now there is a tagline! I'd love to see a movie that had that in the end credits!

[traceofeffort]

Well, you also have to have it be true. Can't have demonic stunt doubles if you want the certifying body to give you their... not a blessing. Hmm. Give you their curse?

[Help, she's devolving into puns now.]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ A few puns never hurt anyone, even if Anthony groaned as if it had... He did enjoy the way she thought! ]

How would you even hire some one for that position, want ad in the paper? Wanted: demonic overlord to watch over production of movie, bonuses to be paid for actual feats of possession.

[traceofeffort]

I'm sure there's a Facebook group that'd help you. That thing is the devil, if a necessary evil.

[serpentinthegarden]

You think Facebook is of the devil? I always thought it was twitter.

[ A shrug. ]

Or... selfies. I'm sure some diabolical agent came up with the selfie.

[traceofeffort]

Why not both? There's no need to limit the Internet to a single source of demonic energy.

...selfies... ooh, that's a strong contender. Those too are a necessary evil!

[serpentinthegarden]

When you really think about it it's amazing how many of life's everyday annoyances could be demonically influenced. Alarm clock goes off at the wrong time, your tire has a flat... the entire cell network going down for two hours...

It's inspiring.

[traceofeffort]

Noooo, don't tell me that, I already make enough excuses! "A demon ate my homework" isn't going to fly with my professors! [She's laughing, so it's clearly not bothering her too much.]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ She is laughing, he is laughing, clearly this is how you bond with a demon. ]

I'd pay to see that though. The look on their face when you gave the Professor that line! It tops some of my old ones...

[traceofeffort]

It'd probably be paired with my look of despair as I get laughed out of the music program, though. I might have to come up with something more creative, y'know?

[serpentinthegarden]

Yeeaaaa but do you really need to go to school for music anyway? If you already read music what else could they possibly teach you that listening to a few MP3s couldn't?

[traceofeffort]

Composition? History? Structure? Mastering? I know how to play music. I don't know how to make music. And before my other self started beating me over the head with her bass, I thought helping other people make it big would be the most I could do. So of course I'd want to have credentials, yeah?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ She might have had a point with the composition and history... not everyone had a memory that included Adam making the first song with a pair of stones and a hollow log... Some people needed books and things for reference. ]

Eeeh, but isn't making music and mastering it something you have to do on your own? You can listen to your Professors for tips, maybe gain a technique or two, but at the end of the day you have to hone your own talent.

[traceofeffort]

Oh, sure, sure. But I need to figure out how the tools for some of that stuff work, and it's nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of while I'm learning that's obligated to at least listen to me. Both of me are no stranger to hard work, but I know better than to jump in without knowing how deep the pool is.

[A beat.] ...most of the time.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ He smirked as she added the 'Most of the time'. ]

At least not without your floaties. It's the safe thing to do.

[traceofeffort]

I think I popped my floaties on the other side of the portal, I'll have to get a new set. Or have a lifeguard. Either way, I'm not usually known for sound decisions, so.

[serpentinthegarden]

That's the hazard of taking floaties over to a dry almost desert town...

Did you do any performing when you were over there?

[traceofeffort]

I sure did! And when a barfight started up in the middle of my set, something in me snapped and I dove into the crowd fists-first, thinking I could get them to sit back down and watch me.

My life was one very sharp rollercoaster for about a week there.

[serpentinthegarden]

You jumped into the middle of it! You're all of what 80 pounds and you leapt into the middle of a barfight?!

[ See that was foolish and crazy and WILD! She was a crazy kid and he loved it! ]

Serves them right for interrupting.

[traceofeffort]

I was also out of my mind for a period of twelve to eighteen hours and thought for sure I was going to literally kill Elliott when he came to retrieve me from the jail cell they threw me in after. So... I don't exactly consider it a win. Didn't work, either, and I need to figure out if I can wrap my mind around the new song I was trying to play without remembering... that.

[.....] And give me a little credit. Some eighty-pound waif couldn't hold either of those instruments. [Lisa, how are you putting out depression and an elitist streak at the same time? Stop that.]