[ Why have less than nice when you can live in luxury? Katherine picks and chooses what she has (or, did, at home; the town isn't exactly up to snuff with the nines), what she wants as far as the fine attributes of life go. Great clothes and better booze, since she's a vampire who has her priorities.
She smiles again with the returned compliment, turning her wrist over a couple of times, in a circle at its joint. A faint frown as she remembers the storm, thinking of someone with Rachel's overall human (appearing) body being caught within its torrent. Is the other woman really physically okay, she wonders to herself. Another smile, small. ] It looks like a lot of people did. Good for town morale.
[ Katherine takes a long sip, missing those direct blinks, not reaching her hearing out to pick up on any changes in heartbeat. There's too much activity going on, including the rise and fall of the music. Plus, she's not a ravenous beast and feeds (from blood bags because Salvatore good nature) regularly. She's there out of curiosity, yes, but she's behaving. She's good at doing so, when she wants to.
The smile is returned, their expressions bouncing off each others', chuckling and looking down over the clothing Rachel wears. Head tilting at the idea (she doesn't care about the music, honestly, but she can pretend), she casts a curious look over. ] It'd be appropriate for the -- [ oops, not the decade they're evidently in. she can't say that ] lulls that plague this place. They should, but some of the others, older folks, might complain about noise violation. [ A low laugh. ] It's a good school, well equipped as I remember [ she attended there, after all ], so I bet they have any necessary equipment. Instruments.
Do you...play anything, or are you like me in just being a happy audience member? [ Not that they'd want to be active participants in a talent show for kids, but perhaps someone with such a background might want to help organize it or something! Who knows. ]
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She smiles again with the returned compliment, turning her wrist over a couple of times, in a circle at its joint. A faint frown as she remembers the storm, thinking of someone with Rachel's overall human (appearing) body being caught within its torrent. Is the other woman really physically okay, she wonders to herself. Another smile, small. ] It looks like a lot of people did. Good for town morale.
[ Katherine takes a long sip, missing those direct blinks, not reaching her hearing out to pick up on any changes in heartbeat. There's too much activity going on, including the rise and fall of the music. Plus, she's not a ravenous beast and feeds (from blood bags because Salvatore good nature) regularly. She's there out of curiosity, yes, but she's behaving. She's good at doing so, when she wants to.
The smile is returned, their expressions bouncing off each others', chuckling and looking down over the clothing Rachel wears. Head tilting at the idea (she doesn't care about the music, honestly, but she can pretend), she casts a curious look over. ] It'd be appropriate for the -- [ oops, not the decade they're evidently in. she can't say that ] lulls that plague this place. They should, but some of the others, older folks, might complain about noise violation. [ A low laugh. ] It's a good school, well equipped as I remember [ she attended there, after all ], so I bet they have any necessary equipment. Instruments.
Do you...play anything, or are you like me in just being a happy audience member? [ Not that they'd want to be active participants in a talent show for kids, but perhaps someone with such a background might want to help organize it or something! Who knows. ]