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The phone gets answered with a voice that sounds odd.. an accent Sylvi has heard before in old movies, but it's not English

"Sullivan the name, " A male voice definitely rich and vibrant, "Unless Sullivan's to blame. How can I help you?"

"Ah, hi!" she says, amused by the greeting. "My name's Sylvia. We haven't met, but I got your number from a local guy named Skylar. He said you're involved in the theater in town? And I was hoping I could find out more about it and what goes on there. I mean, you know, when there's not a pandemic going on."

"Sorry darling, the show must go on, but it left us behind. I guess it was just a stage we were going through" he says

Okay...this sounds a LOT like a pooka. "If I'm understanding right, it sounds like you're not going to try to get it going again when things open up? If so, that would be a shame."

"Oh? Are you a producer? Got the moolah to bring in the suits? I don' mind a little starch if it pays for the lights"

A pause. "Well. No. Not exactly. But I'd be interested in seeing the place and meeting some of the people who've been involved in it, and seeing if there's something to be done. I was kind of hoping to support some sort of local theater activity, but I sure don't want to conflict with your efforts. Listen...could we meet? Maybe at the theater?"

"Lemon juice on the wound, young lady, Lemon juice on the wound"

"Well...I don't mean to bring you more pain. Tell you what...you have my number? If you decide this is something you'd like to talk about more, you could get back in touch with me."

"Just one more thing...are you the owner of the theater building?"

"It's a time share" A sad sound "Ides of March is where I got it. You seem like a dynamite fellow but I can only half ass things at this rate"

"Ides of...wait...okay, you got it from Caesar?" She smile must be audible in her tone. "Listen, we've gotta meet and talk. About the glamour of the theater, and all."

"Glamour of the... oh oH! Uhm. okay, for you, you being a big name and all, I'll meet. next hour?"

"You got it. See you there." She disconnects, beaming.

If she can, she gets to the theater in the next half-hour, not sure if the timing was pooka-speak, and settles down on the front steps to wait.

She settles down, and ends up waiting 15 minutes, when a figure approaches, definittely a pooka, he has feathers but not on top of his head as most bird pooka do but rather on his chin in a sort of goatee or ring beard... the bald head however does send a vibe what with that beak nose.

Ohhhh, I get it now. She smiles and stands. "Mr. Sullivan? I'm Sylvia." She extends a hand.

She notices he wears a black turtle neck with a peace sign medallion, he takes the hand "If thats the role you want to play. Sorry for the cold shoulder on the telephone but you know how it is.. can't write autographs for every daughtere of eve out there and I didn't realize you were in the biz"

A bit quieter, but there aren't exactly crowds of people around to overhear. "Totally get it. And for you, I'm Sylvi. I thought I had a pretty good idea from the way you spoke, but then you said the bit about Caesar, and it all clicked. Okay, so...are there others in your theater troupe, other fae?"

"Okay kid, ah.. the Caeser... he died from dagger allergey, in the back? " Confusion there

She blinks. "Oh! Oh, wow. Okay, miscommunication. There's this guy, Caesar Carollos, one of us, well a satyr, who's in real estate, and I thought you were saying you were renting the theater from him.""

"No, no.. I have another half, the bitter half... " A sigh

"Hm." She frowns, but from puzzlement, not annoyance. "Okay, you've got a partner, but there's a disagreement?"

"Right on the beak, darling" Cary Grant, that's who this guy's voice reminds her of. that old actor

"Bitter...a nocker?"

"Tragically no. a half and half"

"Kinain," she concludes, then nods. "So...your partner doesn't want to continue with the theater stuff? Or is it something else?"

"Someone else's dream is a burden to folks I guess. It takes two dots on the line to open things up again. Some wants to Sail, Me I want to stay in harbor"

"Your partner wants to go on the road...or already is on the road?...and you want to stay here. Um...." She bites her lip. "Listen, I'm officially positioned at DarkGate Fortress, and part of what I want to do is kind of try to encourage more dreamers around here. I'm guessing there are some who just haven't been found yet. And I think a local theater is part of the way to do that. Maybe...branch out to other things in the building, too. But you're saying you need a...co-investor?"

"My partner wants the theatre become a road. One that others can park on" A sigh but Sullivan perks up at the talk "Truly? Well darling, that's the best news this peace eagle has heard in awhile"

A blink. "Wants to pave it over? This?" She gestures at the building.

A sad nod "Even if it's dead you don't treat a corpse that way"

A bit of a grin. "It's not dead," she says with a tone of promise. "It's just sleeping."

"Come on, I'll show you what's under the make up" A grin "She's even more beautiful then"

And he leads her for a tour, taking out a rusty key that somehow flickers with glamour

(End Scene)