mogget_cat | Terrible Triad Touring Agency: New Orleans

Yrael grins as she steps out from the bar and into the deserted alleyway and the New Orleans early evening. She glances over her shoulder to see Liz and Nikola follow her through the door, which closes behind them.

"We've got a while before I have to be there for my gig," she grins at them, "so I thought I'd show you around the French Quarter."

Since, and she may be ever so slightly sheepish about this, she hasn't gotten around to doing so before.

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The deviousness, though. That she has experience with.

"Well...whichever is on tonight should be fine."

He's easy like Sunday morning. Which shouldn't be a surprise to anyone here.

Liz nods, "I agree with Nikola, whichever one is tonight."

She smiles sweetly, bumping Nikola's shoulder slightly, "What shall we do until tonight then, oh native of this land?" Head tilted a little to look at Yrael for the question.

They walk... no, they're practically sauntering... along Bourbon Street, arm in arm.

"We could check out some of the shops along Rue Royale. There's always something interesting in MS Rau and the other shops along there. Then maybe find one of the fliers for the tours to see which one we can catch, do that, drop by Cafe du Monde for coffee and beignets before heading to my gig?"

Nikola is definitely sauntering. He's got a beautiful woman on either arm.

"An excellent plan," Nikola says.

Liz is sauntering too. Granted she rarely ever moves without the added liquid grace from her lycanthropy.

"Lead us on, sister-mine," She says with a smile.

Yrael's walk is somewhere between a saunter and a slink, as it always is. She's even pretending to wear shoes, tonight, white, beaded triangles on her feet, each with a loop about her second toe from one point of the triangle, and each with a larger loop about her heel from the other two triangle points.

"MS Rau, first, I think," she grins. There's a piano she wants to visit.

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"MS Rau it is," Nikola says. "Lead the way, my dear."

"MS Rau?" Liz asks curiously as the group makes their way down Bourbon Street and in the direction of Royal Street.

Liz has only heard about the vague talk you hear of New Orleans. Tours, Voodoo, and Mardi Gras.

"One of the more famous shops of quality antique furniture, jewelry and various curiosities in the French Quarter. Well worth the visit."

The mun wants their first edition of Sir Isaac Newton's Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica.

Nikola smiles wryly. "Antique is such a vague term."

It's quite possible he'd be considered an antique.

Liz perks slightly at the jewelry part. Antique jewelry is usually sparkly and shiny and pretty.

"It means old but still woth having?" Liz supplies helpfully with a smirk.

"Exactly," Yrael grins.

"A bit like fine wines," and vampires. "They accumulate value as they age."

"A concept I'm quite familiar with," Nikola assures them both.

Clearly he thinks he'll only be getting better with age as well.

Liz chuckles softly, "I'm sure."

She's seen it a bit in her own world as well as present company.

"And hopeful for?" Yrael grins at the vampire as they turn into a very well-looking shop full of interesting articles. Canes, sword-sticks, art pieces, sculpture, jewelry... many fine things populate its display windows.

"M.S. Rau, my friends," she says, holding the door for them.

The smell of the shop, in the mun's opinion, hovers somewhere around divine.

Nikola pointedly ignores the question, giving Yrael a Look. He glances around the shop and smiles.

It feels like home.

Liz can't help but chuckle as she enters the store. Bright eyes flicker over everything briefly, very cat trying to decide which direction to go because everything looks interesting and lovely. Though it won't take her long to detach from the two and head to the jewelry with a sound very much like, 'OoO!'

She's a girl. It's pretty. And she's a cat and it sparkles?

Yrael snickers at the sound Liz makes, shaking her head. Then her eyes are caught by a particular spectacle in gold among the rare furniture, Tiffany lamps and majestic chandeliers, music boxes, and rare, antique canes.

"Oh good," she says, smiling to herself. "They haven't sold it yet."

Her look simply says 'DO WANT.'

Nikola's eyes are drawn more to the canes to begin with, but he smirks when he sees where Yrael's gaze falls. "Thinking of making a purchase, my dear?"

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Liz's head comes up to glance in the direction of Yrael and what she's looking at. She herself is standing and eying two specific necklaces.

"How long have you been eying it?" Because Yrael's comment suggests she's been in the store and watching the masterpiece in gold for a while now.

"Oh," Yrael says, shrugging a bit. "A while."

About a year.

"But it's not as though I'd have anywhere to put it, if I went ahead and bought it."

"You couldn't keep it in Milliways?" Nikola asks.

If it wouldn't be such a pain to move, he'd offer to keep it in his manor.

"See if bar would give you like a music room to keep it in?"

Helpful, Liz tries at least?

Moving it to the end of the universe would be a pain and a half, already.

"I suppose I could ask for an extra room," she says, wandering over to (completely ignore the sign that says not to) touch the grand piano's keys.

"The bar room would not be the place for it; I already have my harpsichord and the baby grand I made there. My room is already cluttered, and the back hallway is certainly not the place for something like this."

"What about the library?" Nikola asks, his eyes drawn back to the canes again. "I haven't been in there, but there must be enough room for a piano at least."

His room is a little too cluttered as well. That's what happens when you use half of it for a lab.