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Prue goes out with Myrtle to Caritas, to relieve a little cabin fever. Suddenly, she's clocking a wig.
March 13, 2018
Caritas
Caritas, evening. The weekend brought a denser crowd, but Monday night seemed about right for Prue's tastes. It's not empty, but it's nowhere near as busy as it usually would be. The occasional brave or desperate soul takes to the stage to sing, and some of them are even good. The rest of the time, it's just the ambient conversations filling the room with noise, or accompanied by prerecorded music.
The eldest of the Charmed Ones sits at a table with none other than the leader of the Witches Council, Myrtle Snow, both lightly nursing cosmopolitans, complete with whimsical decoration along the glasses' rims. Prue has also gone blonde, which happens to be the current topic of conversation.
"I thought it looked good in the future," Prue explains, casually to Myrtle. "And with all this Angelus stuff -- and whatever that monster, mask thing was -- going on right now, I thought it might be a little something I could do to throw people off."
An elder herself, but in a more absolute sense, Myrtle sits at the table, one leg crossed over the other, and impeccably dressed as usual. No witch is supposed to travel alone now, not while the threat is so dire. So Myrtle herself has chosen to accompany Prue and get out of Rowanwood for a while. It's been some time of tending to the injured and ill, and while she does love the home of her dearest friend Nessa, she always did like seeing the sights of San Francisco.
"You know how the saying goes: a change is as good as a rest!" Myrtle reaches out with her delicately-gloved hands, to pick up her glass and raise it with a soft smile to Prue. "I think it suits you parfaitement, my dear. I had a blonde phase myself, in my twenties...or was it thirties? I forget." Gazing distantly in thought, she at last shakes her head. "It matters not, I'm just glad you're happy with it. It is so important to be happy with one's style."
Harmony Kendall had been to this club once or twice before, and she was really starting to enjoy it. Really, she couldn't say no to the specialty drinks, ones which worked perfectly for a...one of her kind. Dressed in a short flirty hot pink dress with a flared skirt and spaghetti straps, she doesn't seem to mind a light evening chill as she sways to the music, searching for a table. She pauses briefly by Prue and Myrtle's table, glancing around for a seat. "Darn, it's soooo crowded here tonight! And I totally wanted to do a karaoke number, I'm sure I'd win!" But alas, it seems it's a long line-up tonight..
Canned music and fancy drinks? Idiots making fools of themselves on stage for free? People to maybe scam into buying her free booze? Kenzi is SO in. A little black dress, a faux fur coat of surprisingly nice quality, a bright pink wig in a face framing bob and a pair of stilettos that make her look like she's got something she's selling, and Kenzi struts into the room with a swing in her step, stylish handbag swinging in one hand. She pauses near the door, out of the way enough to not be a bother, and scans the crowd. There's got to be an easy mark, even in a room full of demons, ghouls, goblins and at least one politician.
"I think so too." At first, Prue wasn't sure what to think of the Council, or Myrtle. But over the time they've known each other, she's become so comfortable with the older witches making up the Council, both formally and otherwise. The Witches of Rowanwood, perhaps a more accurate name, have become such a part of the Halliwells' lives.
She picks up her own drink and lifts it to Myrtle, before starting to bring it to her lips. Then Harmony's there. "Oh, uh...well, it's not as bad as it is on the weekend," she offers, a little lamely. They do have a couple of open seats at the table, but Prue looks to Myrtle, as if unsure of what to do exactly. And in looking, she notices Kenzi. Well, that makes her feel a lot less adventurous going blonde.
Myrtle doesn't make much of a show of looking around the place, but she does clearly possess a keen awareness of her surroundings. It must be due to some other witchly power she has. There is, after all, great reason why she leads the Council. Her title is not meaningless or for nothing. When Harmony strolls up, it doesn't seem to surprise her at all. Her smile persists, slight and gentle, and she sets her glass down.
"Bonsoir," Myrtle replies, motioning with her hand to one of the vacant chairs. "Take a seat, if you need. We are not using them." Her whole tone is soft and delicate, but strangely manages to carry effortlessly over the din of the club.
Harmony Kendall peers up at the stage at the current contender, swinging her hips and humming along brightly to the catchy tune. "Ahh, this is great! I need to come here waaay more often!" She grins and waves her drink at no one in particular, nearly splashing a passerby with the deep red liquid. She does not notice a sneaky Kenzi sizing people up, but she does glance towards a nearby empty seat next to the two witches and flashes them a grin. "Oooh, an empty seat! May I?" She grins and nods to the pair, sliding into it.
"Thanks! Geez, my feet are killing me. I mean, these pumps sure look great, but they're really murder on my heels. I feel like I've been dancing all night long!" her tone is bright and cheerful as she pauses a moment to set her glass down, slipping her feet out of her spike heels to massage her poor feet before looking back at the two other ladies thoughtfully. "Soooo, come here often?" She quips by way of conversation.
Right. One non-blonde and the redhead with the gorgeous blow out... full lace? Swanky. Kenzi struts her way over to the bar, moving in such a way that says 'See me? I'm pretty. Buy me things!' without being overt. There's a flirtatious comment to the bartender that ends up going no where, and Kenzi sullenly waits for her appletini while continuing to subtly scan the crowd, one heel cocked up to rest against the bar. She's short, but she's going to make the best of her little legs, dammit. Drink in hand, she starts moving toward a free table off to one side, picking the moment just wrong, and bumping into Harmony. What starts as a loud, crass "Hey!" turns into a, "Pardon me." in a more demure tone. "I like your heels." What? Designer shoes are Kenzi's language, even if hers do magically fall off the back of a truck sometimes.
Before Prue can say yea or nay, Harmony's sitting with them. But she smiles anyway. It's been a while since she's casually met anyone, of any kind, while she's been out having fun. For that matter, it's been a while since she's had any opportunity to have fun, so this is something of a joy for her. "Yeah, I know how fancy footwear can look good but be a chore. I had to..." She pauses for a moment, recalling the time and deciding to phrase it a bit more agreeably. "I had to dress up for this...function, once. Lots of vinyl and these stiletto heels and still had to do crazy stunts. I thought my feet would never forgive me. I ended up in flats for like...a month."
She tried, one time, to buy them all sneakers. It worked...for about a week.
Myrtle's attention goes from the stage to Harmony, then over to the bar as she turns slightly in her seat. That's one she'll want to keep an eye on. Perhaps, since there's a free seat...she lifts a hand, waving for Kenzi to come join them. They may not know each other from anyone else, but it takes a certain kind of person to wear a wig that shocking, and have it manage to still be shocking when surrounded by the supernatural and the superhuman.
"I do like a good court shoe. Un peu de heel, a soupçon of height, and comfort blended with incomparable style." She idly fingers the stem of her glass, returning her full attention to Harmony. "I am Myrtle Snow, and this is Prudence Halliwell. To whom do we have the pleasure...?"
Harmony Kendall has her feet sticking out from the side of the chair, so it's probably no wonder that while she's settling in, she gets bumped by someone from behind. Her eyes widen in surprise, echoing Kenzi's 'Hey!' with a slight lilt of annoyance as she turns around to face the woman who bumped into her. But her mild annoyance quickly turns into a flattered smile and she grins, "Oh yeah?! Why dont ya try 'em on? They're super pretty and shiny, but kinda hard on the heels. Maybe I should have gone for a more expensive brand..But they're sooo pretty!"
She flashes her a grin, still enjoying the feel of the cool floor against her bare feet as she stretches and flexes them. Glancing back a tPrue, her eyes widen with interest as she describes her vinyl and stiletto heel number. "Mmm, vinyl and stiletto! You cant go wrong there now, can you? I mean, I totally prefer the look and feel of leather to vinyl, even if you are literally wearing a cow-carcass on your body, but hey, you look soo great, and it doesn't crack and creak like vinyl..." She arches a brow, "Sooo what kinda stunts do you pull?"
Harmony finally focuses her attention upon Myrtle and grins, offering a hand, "Hi! I'm Harmony Kendall, and I'm super pleased to meet you!" She arches a brow at the names, at least one of them sounds familiar from somewhere, "Ooh, are you...that Halliwell? Y'know, the witchy one? That's sooo super cool! I once knew a witch girl, she went a little crazy once, what with the flaying and all...you're not into the flaying though, I hope?" She flashes another sweet smile, sipping a little on her blood wine.
"I personally like my shoes to be able to be an improvised weapon when the situation requires. If you can't blind a dude, what's the point?" Kenzi flashes a grin at Myrtle, moving to take the seat indicated, crossing her legs primly. There's a certain air of sophistication, as if someone's taught her how to move in upper class circles for a short while, but it's certainly a thin veneer above the street smart wise cracker. She crosses her legs primly once she's seated, looking to Prue. "Wait, you're a witch? That's awesome! My cousin Lyaksandra used to do this trick with a pencil and make it float a little, until her babushka told her Baba Yaga would get her." A pause, and Kenzi glances over at Myrtle, one eyebrow raising slightly. Nah. Too fabulous.
"Oh, I don't really pull stunts usually. Just...situationally." Prue smiles a little wider and gives Harmony's hand a squeeze, though she's immediately derailed into something else. "Uh...one of them!" Her smile returns, though it's slightly unsure of itself. She is so out of her usual comfort zone! But, she figures, she should get used to this. She needs to be what the family, what the coven, need her to be. So her smile becomes more natural, more comfortable, and she husbands her strength to become accustomed to all of the chaos in this odd but pleasant club.
At least it's a night out, even if it's weird. Kind of a leitmotif for their lives recently.
"So, you're Harmony...Kendall? I feel like I know that name." Prue tilts her head thoughtfully, then takes another sip of her drink. It's a good cosmo, and that's one of the best things about Caritas: the drinks are always top of the line, the mixologists among the best in the city, if not the world.
"Baba Yaga..." Myrtle trails off after what was surely the beginning of a thought, but then she merely waves her free hand. "Memories. Simply memories. Lyaksandra, what a charming name!" Her pronunciation, as with most any word, is flawless, as if echoing Kenzi's, but with her own voice. "If she is still interested, I believe I could coordinate some sort of tutelage. The world is such a small place, if one only knows the correct persons to ask."
Though with Harmony's comment, Myrtle raises a thin eyebrow. "Flaying," she murmurs to herself. She's fairly certain of whom Harmony is speaking, but perhaps she's underestimated the girl. She'll have to talk to her later.
LATER: Outside Rowanwood, a meek voice can be heard cracking as a young woman's voice replies, a bit loudly in shock, "What?! No! No, I...I could never...!"
Harmony blinks at Kenzi as she suggests using heels as weapons..But the look of surprise quickly turns to delight and she grins and nods appreciatively, "You know, that's not a bad idea! I'll keep it in mind, next time I get some psycho creep stalker guy. Although thankfully, I guess Spikey-poo's always got my back." she grins, "And what's your name? And who's this Babuushoo thing dingy? That some kinda therapist?"
She smiles at Prue and nods, "Cool! I hear you guys are pretty powerful, legendary even...that's pretty cool! I'll bet no badass demon would dare to mess with you guys, huh? I wonder what it's like to have sisters? I've always wanted one.." she nods and grins, "That's right, Harmony Kendall, don't wear it out! I hang out with Angel and them a lot.." Finally she looks to Myrtle and smiles, "And are you a witch too?"
"...Holy shitsnacks, Baba Yaga is real?" Kenzi's voice loses the veneer of class, and her eyes go huge and more than a little terrified, scooting a little closer toward Prue. She downs her drink in a single head tilt, catching the bartender's attention and gesturing for another immediately after. She probably shouldn't drink like that while corseted, but Kenzi doesn't plan to make it to thirty anyway. "Uh, Sandy is back in the Motherland, she married, has a couple little bouncing baby mal'chiks, ya know? No time for, um. Cauldron... sitting."
Her expression flitting only slightly toward irritation, Kenzi manages a friendly smile for Harmony before turning to face her, head tilting a little. "Ninotchka. Ninotchka Alexandrovich. It's a little old lady, like a grandmother?"
Heels as weapons. That's something Prue is going to file away for later. Maybe if they're going to constantly be caught in inappropriate footwear, they can use it to their advantage! At least sometimes, Prue is able to have on a comfortable shoe for long hauls. And admittedly, she has become used to plenty of shoes that would break anybody else's ankles and arches. Maybe the time is right, she muses, to be more creative with their fashion choices. Practical.
"That's a really good idea, actually," Prue comments to Kenzi. "I'm Prue. This is Ms. Myrtle Snow." Being the younger of the two, she feels like it's more her place to do introductions. If they don't know Myrtle by sight, it'll seem natural. If they do, they'll expect it. "Oh, you hang out with Angel?"
She turns to engage Harmony, after the pleasantries are finished and Kenzi is scooting closer, smoothly not calling attention to the outburst. It's a witch thing, she can't be too surprised by that. "My sister works with Angel sometimes. Phoebe. I've stopped by a time or two. Uh, how are you dealing with the whole...Angelus business, lately?" Because surely, she thinks, people who work with Angel must have some feelings about what's going on with his evil twin.
"Oh," Myrtle answers Harmony with a soft laugh, "I dabble." She waves a hand and brings her glass up to her lips, sipping from it and not leaving a bit of lipstick on the rim. The glass lowers, and she quietly, near-silently, smacks her lips.
"Of course," she answers Kenzi. "Though something of a shut-in. Still, it's easy to maintain hermitage when one's home does the walking for one, n'est-ce pas?" She accompanies this with a bright little laugh. It's like they're casually discussing the weather, or something else with little impact.
Right now, she's putting more of a priority on listening and learning. This environment, she has learned, is ideal for gathering information, the current lay of the land, as one might put it; it is perfect for absorbing the state of affairs in circles outside of one specific area or social group. It is, after all, one of the things Myrtle Snow does best, especially as she can clock a lie as perfectly as she can a wig or a weave.
Harmony grimaces at Kenzi, still staring at her blankly, "Bab Yaga? Who the heck is that? I mean, is that some kinda new age punk rock band or what?" then another weird name is tossed and she scratches her head, totally clueless. "Geez, I really need to pick up a second language or something..."
When Phoebe is mentionned, Harmony arches a brow, "Ooh, does she? That's so cool! I wish I could get in on some more of the action over there, maybe go out on some field work, kick some evil butt...but I guess they all think I'm still too new at this whole thing, and I can be something of a trouble magnet? But one of these days, it'd be fun..."
She frowns a bit at the name of Angelus, "Well, so far I've been lucky, guess I've not had any run-ins with Angelus yet...or maybe everyone's just a bit too overprotective of me lately, just because I'm a newbie and they want me to get all settled in and what not, but I'm totally ready...I wanna help too! I mean really, how bad can he be?"
"Angel, Angel...broody, big forehead, really worried about his hair? Like...so worried you question other things about him?" Yes, she met Angel, back when she was hanging out with that boy slayer, Carson. Er. The boy who was a slayer, not the slayer of boys. Not that Kenzi asked about his proclivities. Maybe she should, she reflects, her attention momentarily lost in the thread of the conversation. He did have a really nice butt under those vintage velvet pants...
When she zones back in, Kenzi smiles blankly at Myrtle. It's almost like she realizes that the woman can see through her. Liars can usually tell when someone isn't buying what they're selling, after all.
"I think I just remembered that I left the stove on." she states, flashing another of those bright smiles and moving easily to her feet. "Prue, Mizz Snow, Harmony, it's been a pleasure!" She moves decisively to the bar, slapping down 20$ before heading for the door at a brisk pace. Something's bugging her, now, and she can't quite place it, but it's like her Succubus Sense is tingling or something. Not that she actually has that... As she's heading out the door, her phone goes off in an annoyingly loud series of whistles and alarms, and Kenzi fishes it out of her purse, "Bobo! Boberella! What's going on?"
Harmony is a handful in conversation. Prue can only imagine how much of a handful she is to have along on an actual case of some kind. Maybe that's why the Angel Investigations crew have her holding the fort. But even if she might regret it later, Prue's interest is piqued by the statement of interest. She can at least find out a little more.
Kenzi suddenly getting up in such a rush startles Prue, but she just lifts a hand and waves farewell to the strange, strange girl. Maybe they'll meet again. She definitely helped Prue to feel more confident about her own mild bit of daring in changing her hair.
Though all the casual talk about Angelus makes Prue shake her head energetically. "No, he's...he's very powerful. He's vicious and powerful, and there's nothing holding him back. He nearly killed my sister. He went toe-to-toe with the Supreme." Prue figures, if Harmony is something like a witch, then she'll know about the Supreme. "So...are you learning magic, or...?" Something else, perhaps. There's no one that comes to Caritas who isn't some kind of special.
Myrtle is almost entirely certain that Harmony is not in fact a witch, but she politely leaves it for the young woman herself to answer. She watches as Kenzi abruptly departs, giving her a nod of acknowledgement. It is a fond nod, at least, and her gaze lingers on the door for some time after Kenzi is gone. Curious one, that one.
Good taste in wigs, though.
Slowly, she turns her head back to the remainder at the table.
Harmony Kendall giggles at Kenzi's description and nods, "Yeah, yeah! That's the one, mister big and broody. But he's not half-bad once you get to know him!" and suddenly Kenzi's heading out the door and she grins and waves. "Alright, nice meeting you, Ninotchka, Later!" She focuses back on Prue and Myrtle and frowns, "Yeah...that's what Angel and Spike are always saying too, they say he's pretty darn dangerous and I should stay out of the way until I can control my...abilities better."
As for the question of if she is a witch or not, it just causes her to laugh, shaking her head. "Witch? Haha, noooo. I don't know the first thing about magic. Actually, I'm a...well I guess I'm sorta like Angel and Spike, but I'm a good girl, promise!" She grins and winks, slipping into her shoes, glancing down at her phone as it buzzes. "Ooh, looks like my friend is looking for me. I gotta go. Nice meeting you both!" And she hurries off, soon vanishing into the crowd of dancers.