There are many things about this City that I find far from ideal. My childhood years, while nostalgic, are not something I cared to repeat. I have already lived them, and there is nothing I meant to learn then that I needed to revisit.

But to business.

Liz. Vodka and coke, was it?

Ladd, has a friend of yours arrived? Perhaps you should introduce him. While I wonder why our world is fonder of giving this City poor examples over Gandors. Shame, that.

Claire, how is your job treating you? Well, I assume.

Miss Hiou, you requested a talk. Regarding our arrangement?

Ah... perhaps I should do my rounds more quietly. Apologies, City.

Hehe, guess what I read last night, I read tha-

...

Claire? I was talking to you.

... Berga? ... Keith?

Guys, this isn't funny.

[ooc; ummmm... family photo? This one's cute, too.]

( Private; Hard to Hack )

My apologies for my recent silence, City, but I'm afraid the roaring twenties had me a little nostalgic for home. 1933, and it's the depression now, but I still remember those days. And I assure you, jazz is still quite popular.

However, I must apologize more for my role that day. I seemed to have been cursed into one above the law, which is quite uncharacteristic for me.

I don't suppose free drinks would be good payment for the trouble I caused to those involved in that debacle?

I also believe I may have promised a game, or two.

( Open Comment Log for the Train / Voice Post for Anyone )

[ooc; Just a reminder that this is still open, and if you need something to do with this curse, you don't even need to sign up, just be around, or be involved in the upcoming train heist, anything~ Have fun! For a timeline note, this is obv. before the Russos try and take the train. Anyone's welcome to comment log, or voice post here. Backdating is also more than welcome.]

Ah... you must forgive me, City. This technology is so beyond my time that I cannot help but feel a certain unease to use it, still. Perhaps I am already too set in my ways, or perhaps I simply do not approve of being bested by a machine. The judgment falls to you.

But, nonetheless, I find a cause for this machine, though I must admit I still find the truly social interaction to be face to face, and this cannot compare.

Yet I'll come to you if only because I believe, in light of some others' advertisements, to offer you my own.

Cassagioso's is not as opulent as most, I am sure, and nowhere near as classy, I am sure. I am most assured in that fact, and it brings me no shame to admit I do not cater to those as well off and noble as some are.

I am but a simple man, with but a simple establishment. A simple bar, for the simple men, with no need or want for extra expenditure.

And so I must humbly present myself to you, citizens, for business. It would be my utmost pleasure to have your patronage.

Should I be taking this as a sign that I should follow my brother Keith's example and settle down?

This place...

I need a stiff drink and a poker game.

Miss Sherman, I must extend my gratitude to you. Thanks to you, I only drowned once before that ordeal ended. How do you feel, Dallas Genoard? Enjoying your stay in the Hudson? May I offer you a drink sometime?

My condolences to those who died yesterday. Even knowing you will come back doesn't make it hurt any less, does it? I thought not.

Shinsengumi, may I offer you a sampling oppurtunity?

Miss Lanvaldear, Miss Sumeragi, Mister Tatsuma, I believe I can offer you positions, if you don't mind coming in. And if any others still wish to apply, that remains an option.

Mister Splot, Ladd, Miss Chane, a word. Or, well. The sentiment.

Ha...

[A bit of a sigh, distant sounds, crashes, screams]

Now isn't this a bit of a pain.

[water lapping, shivering]

Though I must say, I always thought I'd go a bit differently.

[The voice is somewhat resigned sounding, and yet... somehow not upset or afraid]

That's what one gets for assuming.

[ooc; someone's going to be dying, I reckon~ But... he's Immortal, so he'll regen himself. It'll take longer, though, because of City power dampers. However, he ain't dead yet, so if anyone WANTS to save him, I'm game, he's... chillin' on some luggage.]

Well, gentlemen, progress is moving at a wonderful pace.

I do believe we'll be able to open within a week.

Positions still need be filled, of course, so I'll still be conducting interviews.

Now seems to be as good a time as any.

Ladies and gentleman, I'll soon be opening a bar of sorts, the type common to my time, but I find they're slightly less illegal in this day and age. A good thing, Prohibition really was quite the upset of a movement.

At any rate, positions find themselves in need of filling. Bartenders, waitresses, assistants, security... Ladd, I trust you can handle the security that I give you, and... Chane, was it, have you woken? I must apologize for your rough treatment, that was never something I intended. Can I get you anything?

Interested parties may inquire here for interviews. I only ask you be of legal age, with no priors to speak of. I run a clean business, you understand.

I'd thank you, citizens, for your time and attention.

To be honest, word I was given prepared me for much worse curses than a little bit of cloudy skies.

Now, the most important question I can ask.

How to go about acquiring the means and location for a business in this city.

Any help, of course, would be appreciated, but all I can offer you at the moment is a friendly drink and game of cards in return.

[ooc; in which strategy says... get established]

I’ll have to fold, brother, I-

[A quiet, long, pause, the scraping of a chair leg, and the whir of cards]

Well, I must assume the Prohibition’s finally ended, at the very least.

[The clink of glass, and a low, contemplative murmur]

Cheers, gentlemen.