JopDance: jm::walks down the street from the direction of the docks wearing puffy pants a jacket and carrying a suitcase::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::is leaning against the wall of a building near the docks, but looks up as the young woman approaches; her eyes are bright green::
JopDance: jm::notices the woman and smiles, about to walk by:: hello
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks at her a little hesitantly:: Good day...::pauses a moment, then walks alongside the young woman, reaching into her pocketbook::
JopDance: jm: ::looks down at the small women and smiles, laughter dances in her eyes:: are you going my way?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles, still looking into her purse:: Perhaps. I'm not sure which way you're headed...
JopDance: ::shoulders her bag a little more comfortably:: oh, just home. i might grab a bite to eat first
YarnKittymon: LB: Here it is! ::hands the young woman a card which reads, "Libby's Freak Show Home of the world's finest REAL freaks West 15th Street Coney Island, New York, USA"::
JopDance: jm: ::looks at it warrily:: Freak show? Ahem! Did you want me to see it?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles warmly:: If you're ever in the area.
JopDance: jm: ::a little more comfortable:: oh, sure. I always love a good show. If I have the time, that is.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::after a moment, more quietly:: If you know of anyone who might have appropriate talents, perhaps you could refer them to me...
JopDance: ::glances at her sideways:: No..I don't know anyone like that...except there was my Uncle Louie. He could swallow a jelly bean and then shoot it out of his nose. Hit any target you could give him. I don't suppose that's what your looking for?...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs:: Well, I suppose that is a talent...of sorts...but I was really looking for the type of things that can't be taught.
JopDance: jm: ::starts to run her hand through her hand and then remembers she's wearing a hat:: No, I don't know anyone like that...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods:: A pity. I expect this to be a moneymaking endeavor for all involved.
JopDance: jm: ::stops walking and faces her:: money did you say? What kind of money are we talking here?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::shrugs:: I aim to split the profits among however many freaks participate. Myself included, of course, but that still might be a lot of money...
JopDance: ::ontnues to walk, a little slower this time:: Well, things have been a little tight lately...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::half-smiling:: I expect to turn a fair profit, really.
JopDance: jm: ::speeds up a little more, with a determined air:: But...like I said lady, I don't know anyone like that.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::follows:: Oh? Are you *sure*?
JopDance: jm: ::more determined:: positive
YarnKittymon: LB: ::pauses for a while:: But you'll let me know if you ever--uh--find someone who's interested...?
JopDance: jm: ::clears her throat:: Oh, sure. But I don't think I'll find anyone...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::more quietly:: I once thought the same thing, myself...
JopDance: jm: ::pauses:: What do you mean?
YarnKittymon: LB: That I'd never find any "real" freaks for my show.
JopDance: jm: Oh? And have you found any?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods, smiling:: A couple...myself excluded...
JopDance: jm: ::thoughfully:: really..
YarnKittymon: LB: ::more quietly:: You have no idea how happy it made me to know I wasn't the only one...
JopDance: jm: ::glances away:: wellll...maybe I might know someone...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::quietly:: Think she might be interested?
JopDance: jm: ::looks over her shoulder to see that no one is watching them. No one is. She grabs her hand:: Follow me!
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks a little surprised, but smiles; follows the young woman::
JopDance: ::runs the poor young woman a few blocks until they reach a rundown apartment complex:: It's just on the second floor..
YarnKittymon: LB: ::rather out of breath, but looks fairly amused:: S...stairs?
JopDance: ::doesn't notice Libby's labored breathing:: The elevators never really work...but it's just a few flights
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs weakly:: All right...::follows the young woman up the stairs, slowly::
JopDance: ::dashes up the stairs and has the door open for her when she reaches the floor::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles a little:: You sure are a healthy one...
JopDance: ::smiles proudly:: You have to be, when your in the line of work I am... ::finally notices how tired Libby looks:: Oh! I'm sorry! I must have run you ragged rushing you all around the city! Would you like some water? ::runs into her apartment before she can answer to get her a glass::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::follows her inside:: Thanks...uh...what *is* your line of work?
JopDance: jm: ::hands her a glass, almost tripping over a shirt lying on the ground in the process:: I study animals, big cats in particular
YarnKittymon: LB: ::eyes widen:: That sounds like fun! But isn't it dangerous?
JopDance: jm: ::smiles, her eyes shining:: A little...but somehow...I seem to get a long with them ::snaps out of it:: Erm...won't you have a seat? ::She clears off a raggedy looking chair for her to sit on::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::sits down, not seeming to notice the unimpressive surroundings:: Still. That's the kind of thing you could write a book about!
JopDance: jm: Maybe, I might get around to it someday ::she takes off her hat and a long shining mess off straight red hair spilled out:: You don't mind if I let my hair down so to speak? I'm more comfortable this way.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::loosk a little surprised:: I always thought it was more comfortable to have short hair. ::smiles:: But I'm as fond as knickers as the next dame...
JopDance: jm: Well, I suppose it would be rather nice to have short hair. But I wouldn't know since I've never tried it. I couldn't bear to cut it. The best I can do is throw it in a hat or a ponytail
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: You have nice hair; you could probably sell it...
JopDance: jm: Sell it! ::shocked, she grabs it protectivly::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::frowns:: Sorry. My hair's never grown very long, and no one would've bought it when I had it bobbed, even if there had been enough to sell...
JopDance: jm: ::a little less defensive:: Oh, I think you have very nice hair. It suits you.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::tosses a small curl coming out from under her hat:: It suits me quite well. When it's under a hat. ::laughs a little::
JopDance: ::smiles warmly:: So...tell me a little more about this freak show idea of yours. Why do you want to start one?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::shrugs:: I actually started it just to have a good excuse to look for freaks. I've always thought there's some people with extraordinary abilities...I think my father had some...so I wanted to see if people like that really existed, or if I was just goofy...
JopDance: ::sits down across from her, not minding the junk she sits on:: And...you've found others?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods:: A couple...though most of them have been rather hesitant to let me know...
JopDance: jm: ::clears her throat:: And you say there's a chance there might be money in this?
YarnKittymon: LB: I think so. We won't be the first "freak show" on Coney Island, but I think this will be the most impressive one.
JopDance: jm: What kind of times would I-er I mean someone in this show have to work? What would be their jobs?
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, seven days a week in-season--you know, from Memorial Day through Labor Day--would be best. But if someone can only come weekends...all you--this *person* would have to do is put on a show for everyone... ::smiles sheepishly:: I don't have all the details quite figured out yet.
JopDance: jm: ::murmers talking mostly to herself:: It might do... ::looks up at Libby, a glint in her eye:: All right! I didn't want to show you out there in front of everyone..::she stands up and a blinding light covers her for a moment and when it's gone, she's transformed into a completely different person. Her hair has turned a bright orange and her eyes shine purple:: Erm...will this do?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::jaw drops:: I...I think so...::frowns, getting control of herself:: Uh...
JopDance: jm: ::she smiles, a little sadly:: I thought it would. Well, I'm a freak willing and ready for your show. When do I start?
YarnKittymon: LB: You'll have to meet the others...but the building's almost ready. I was hoping to try the show out maybe as early as March; there's a few visitors to the island on the weekends...
JopDance: jm: I'll be their with bells on. You can just give me a ring when you want me.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Bells might help, actually...::pauses::...you...wouldn't be adverse to wearing...ah--a costume of some sort, would you?
JopDance: jm: ::slowly:: what kind of costume?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles sheepishly:: Half the draw of a show is remarkable powers, but the other half is...um...other factors...
JopDance: jm: Other factors? What do you mean?
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, it's one thing if a pretty lady suddenly changes her appearance in front of everyone...but another thing if a pretty lady in a pretty dress does it...::quickly:: I'd provide the costume, if you'd like.
JopDance: jm: ::blushes slightly:: Well, it would depend on the dress...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Perhaps we could find one that you *and* the young men would like...
JopDance: jm: perhaps...just let me see it first.
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, then we should go shopping sometime. Or I could send you a catalog...
JopDance: jm: ::smiles brightly:: Either ones fine with me, though I must warn you...I'm a terriable shopper.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Terrible how?
JopDance: jm: ::sits down again, crossing her legs on the seat:: I've never really enjoyed, and I'm horriable at finding bargains. My aunt told me I had the most energy of any child she'd ever known, but I dragged my feet whenver she took me shopping.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Well, I'm not too concerned about bargains.... ::pauses:: I'll just send a few things over here and you can see if you like any of them. All right?
JopDance: jm: ::smiles:: I think that would be better.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: All right. ::finishes the water:: I suppose I've kept you busy long enough...
JopDance: jm: I have enjoyed your visit but, I *am* a little tired from my trip
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Well, I'll stop by again sometime, I'm sure. Or you have my address--the show's address, at any rate. I'm there most days.
JopDance: jm: Address? ::looks around until she finds it crumpled in her pocket. Smiles triumphantly:: Got it!
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: It was nice to meet you--uh--I'm sorry; I didn't get your name.
JopDance: jm: Oh! Where are my manners. My names Jasmine. Jasmine Monceau. You can call me Jas for short.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: All right, Jas. Elizabeth Williamson, but 'most everyone--outside of the higher social circles, anyway--calls me Libby.
JopDance: jm: ::smiles:: Well, I'm definatly not part of the higher social circles. Libby'll suit me just fine.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Well, I'll see you soon, or at least send someone by. All right?
JopDance: jm: Sure! Though, to be sure you catch me, I'm usually out from morning to noon. Research, y'know.
YarnKittymon: LB: Good; that's the slowest time on Coney anyway. ::heads for the door:: Thank you for inviting me over; you have a lovely apartment.
JopDance: jm: ::laughs:: I really should clean it someday...::reaches for the door and then remembers her appearance. In another flash of light she's back to her normal self: She opens the door for Libby::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Careful; your neighbors might think you have a roommate. ::goes out the door:: Goodbye, Jas.
JopDance: jm: I've had plenty of close calls...g'bye Libby.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles, then heads back home::
JopDance: jm: ::waves, and then closes the door behind her::

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