[ with weyland in nyc ]

[tragic_mask]

They step through the door, and find themselves on the cracked sidewalk outside of a lively bar. A sign glows: "Blue Owl."

It's nighttime, but the city still glows with all kinds of light, and shakes with the noise of honking, shouting, music, the clinking of glasses, all blending together into the cacophony and symphony of the city.

Melpomene looks around. "Well, we're back... Right where I started."

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[mechanicalswans]

He walks along beside her, looking around warily. New surroundings tend to make him nervous, though he tells himself that there is no war here, and even if it is the same world as his, no one would be looking for him here. He can relax and enjoy the evening.

"Is this one of your usual haunts?" he asks, glancing at the sign on the bar.