Samie sat on the little stage in the small inn, singing a slow song. She let her short skirt come up as she turned, feeling uncomfortable. The inn keeper had hired her to sing for the night and made her wear a short skirt and bra only. It seemed that the big towns only wanted her for her looks, it seemed everyone only wanted her for her looks,"If I could, begin to be, half of what you think of me, I could do about anything. I could even learn how to love..like..you.."

Kyo had had a visitor in his little space for the past few hours, asking him to look for the ghost of her mother. She seemed a little off and didn't know what could be happening. Kyo made a motion with his hands and closed his eyes, making himself look bigger. When he opened them again he mouthed a fake spell,"I see your mother, she is happily living in the castle of the gods. She has asked you to find her under the lake. If you can swim to the bottom and dig up the grass she will speak with you."
Kyo loved it when he got free money. He just had to make up some mumbo-jumbo about the gods and people would believe you. He also got a kick out of it when the costumers did exactly what he said.

Oliver wiped the counters clean with a disgusted sigh. Antique had made a few "special drinks" for the rowdy patrons. Thus, resulting in several knocked out, burly patrons drooling booze all over the counter. And, Oliver, being the cook, was called in to clean it all up. Growing tired of scrubbing the counter he looked up, finally taking notice of the singer. He pitied her, as it was quite clear she was uncomfortable in unmodest clothing. Drawing his eyes away he focused his attention on breaking up a fight between two heavily drunk patrons.

Tala looked to the girl on the stage...poor her.

as i was messing around with hunter i noticed the singer, i waved my hand, smoke came from my hand and surrounded the girl and appropriate clothes appeared on her and an apple appeared in her hand my name carved into the side facing her.

Samie turned back around to face the crowd of people, watching fights. She continued singing,"You're an angel fallen down, won't you tell us of the clouds? You have fallen from the sky, How high, how high?"
She sang softly, mixing in her siren voice, trying to get more people to watch her, even though she felt very uncomfortable. She watched the bartender break up a fight, getting odd vibes about him. In a puff of smoke she had on normal clothes that she would wear, Samie looked down, perplexed, then at the apple. She looked around for who could have done it, then nodded at them.

Once the costumer had paid and left, Kyo left his shop for the bar, running through the rain. He ran into the inn, sitting down at the bar, ordering a beer. He watched the singer, listening to her beautiful voice while sipping his drink. There seemed to be more species at the inn than ever, must be the rain.

i smiled at the singer and jumped up onto a support beam, i walked the beam until i was right above the singer, "your welcome." i whispered.

Oliver yelped as the nasty brutes turned around with such force that he was thrown against the counter. Angrily he screeched, "I'm a cook, not a ragdoll!" He said standing on the counter. For a Mion he was small, standing at about 3'6", and looked pretty pathetic with his non-threatening scowl. He noticed the brutes weren't paying attention to him, rather to the girl. He followed their eyes. The singer had modest clothing and one of the patrons was waving a carved apple.

As soon as Samie finished her song, she quickly walked back stage and took off the modest clothes, she wasn't about to get fired for not doing what the inn-keeper said. She appreciated the efforts, but she needed this money. Samie walked out again and towards the bar, sitting silently. With none of her friends in Evergreen she had no one to talk to, and she would feel awkward talking to a bunch of stoned middle-aged men.

Oliver quickly scrambled off the counter. He faced away from the patrons and yelled, "Antique! Get your bartender-butt over here!" There was an anxious squeak and a pink-and-orange dog ran over to Oliver. "Sorry!" She said grinning nervously. Oliver huffed, raised a brow, and sat between the singer and a burly biker. He was there to prevent accidents, but he decided some small talk with the signer would be nice as Antique began to do her job. "Must be tough, y'know having to do things like wear something...questionable... for money." He started, picking his short, black claws.

"Oh, um, yeah. It's mostly only in the big cities I have to wear things like this, but I guess its for the money, right?" Samie said awkwardly, crossing her arms over her chest trying to cover herself up. She looked around, seeing what looked like a couple of mages, looking for money too, she guessed. "How long have you worked here..?"