2014-03-11 How do I get to Club Myztik
Players: Curtis Phantasm
GMed by Who GMed?
Title: How do I get to Club Myztik


08:49 PM
Logfile from FlameOfDarkness.

This part of Manhattan is home to several businesses and attractions, being home to Stark Tower and Grand Central Station. It is one of the busier sections with frequent traffic jams and impatient pedestrians. From here, one can enter the subway's major terminal, or head off to Grammercy Park, the Upper East Side or back to Manhattan's lower areas.

Curtis is in human form for the moment, walking down the sidewalk on the same block as the Baxter Building. His destination is a new under 21 club where he's going to audition to DJ. He tried to audition at a few regular clubs but couldn't pull off the fake mustache. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and a bounce in his step.

Mike is also in human form but is emerging from the Baxter Building. Pausing outside, the rocker takes a moment to remember what the hell he left the building for. DAMN it. Don't you just hate location based memory loss?!

The red haired faux young man spies Mike coming out of the building and decides to hit him up for directions. "Hi! Do you happen to know where Club Myztik is? I thought it was on this block, but I haven't seen it yet."

Seeing a…teenager(?) walk up to him to pose the question, Mike's first thought was to make a note to get a replacement knit cap to hide his hair, the next thought was more, which pocket did he keep his pen in. But this turns out to be unecessary thoughts as it turns out Curtis is not an approaching fan but a lost kid. "Club Myztik?" Mike repeats, raising a brow, "Shit. Another club went under huh?" He shakes his head, "I'd guess it's taking the place of Club Badtimes which got shut down by the police. So…that'd put it in Chelsea, I think."

"Chelsea? Well crap. I was supposed to audition there to DJ." Which doesn't explain why Curtis has a gig bag in the shape of a guitar. "I guess that job is out, then! Do you live in that building? Is it nice? I've never been inside there, but I'm looking for a new place to live, so maybe they have some apartments open!"

Mike glances back to the Baxter building, "Yeah it's pretty alright. Rent's probably the lowest in this area due to the tendency to get attacked by monsters. But if the building gets fucked up enough, it just means you're getting a new apartment." He looks over to the gig bag. "When's the audition?"

"In about half an hour. Does it get attacked by monsters a lot? I never heard of that! That must be so cool! What kind of monsters have attacked it? Did you get a new apartment because of it? Wow…that must be awesome!"

No, we got an apartment here after the last major one. We just got a hell of a good deal on rent." Mike answers, shaking his head, "But, the Fantastic Four do live at the top of the building so, yeah we do get some weird shit now and then."

Curt ounces up and down on his toes. "The Fantastic Four! Wow! Are they really fantastic? Have you met them? So cool! I wonder what the view is like from up there! I bet it's awesome. Do you think it's awesome?" Curtis is just a /little/ hyper.

"I've seen them around from time to time." Mike nods, "Every so often you'll spot one in the lobby. But, there's a lot of apartments. They can't go meet everyone." The musician steps back a little, giving Curt some bouncy space. "It's kind of cool, except when you don't have time to evacuate."

"Wow." Curtis is starting to sound more like Dragone (Doge) than anything. "So ummm I guess I'm not going to make it to my audition unless I fly or something." He holds his hand out. "I'm Curt." He has no surname. "Nice to meet you."

"At the gesture Mike steps forward to shake the offered hand, "Mike. Good luck with your audition" He nods in the direction of the ubway entrance, " If you run to the subway you can probably get to Chelsea in time to find it."

"I dunno, I don't think it would be a good idea to take a job so far away from home. The subway is really creepy at night, too. That and I'm probably not good enough anyway, so…I guess that's that!"

Mike tilts his head, "Do you really think that, or is that nerves talking?"

"Maaaaaybe a bit of both. Chelsea really is a bit far. I just dunno. I don't like to venture very far." He seems to stare at Mike in a bit of an odd way as if looking through him. "Hey do you know any magic tricks?" He asks, perhaps hinting that he can sense magic.

Mike gives a quirk of a smile, "If you get the job you could look for a place in Chelsea, probably." He looks at Curt curiously, "How old are you anyways?"

"Uhhhmmm…Seventeen? Ninety? Somewhere in there? I forget. So ummm..what do you do for a living?"

Mike's brow lifts when he says 'ninety'. "Riiiiight." He pauses, "I'm, a performer."

"A performer? That's cool! What kind of performer? What do you play? Do you play an instrument or sing? Or both? "


"Well that's still cool! Do you play anywhere around here? I'd love to go to one of your shows! Maybe we can jam sometime! That's what it's called, right? Jamming?"

Mike smiles, "Yeah, maybe we can jam sometime. Don't have any shows coming up soon though because I have another commitment coming up." He holds up a finger, "But first, you need to take care of that audition. And the more you spend here, the less time you have to find the place."

"Awww. OK, I'll go away." Curt sighs and looks toward the subway. "I still hate the subway. Have a good evening. I hope no monsters burn down your building or anything."

Mike glances up to the building, "Yeah I hope that too." He murmurs, frowning. He still doesn't remember what he came out for. Damn it.

Turning to look over his shoulder, the fake red haired teen with the fake glasses says "By the way, I know you know at least a few magic tricks." and then continues down the sidewalk.

Hearing that, Mike turns his head to look to the departing Ginger. Brow raising once more. "This is a weird week," he finally decides, turning to head back in to the building. Maybe he'll remember what he was doing if he goes back in. Stupid brain.


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