#kc_necropolis

"Trying to take away our freedoms! Trying to force folks on us who aren't Americans, even the ones who are in their blood, aren't like us like in their hearts! They don't see the threat! They don't see why it's wrong! " The sweaty man wipes his brow as he talks to the crowd in the bowling alley. It's supposed to be closed. Fuck that! Real Americans have a right to assemble "You got homos teaching your kids! You got black folks acting like we OWE them ... you know if they don't like it, there are boats going RIGHT back to Africa!"

"That's right!" "Damn straight!" "Don't owe nobody nothing!" and other calls break out

Zara, keen eared suspects this might be the place

A gentle tug on Vince's sleeve, a nod at the door.

The true danger here is not glamour of hate and rage, though that might pop up in small amounts, but the unthinking gray banality such minds , so narrow, latch onto

He straightens his hair back , approaches, and gives a manly knock.

Tall, white, handsome and toned. And wearing red! Not a baseball cap, but still a good Republican shade.

The door opens just a crack, and a man with a shaved head opens the door and says "Members only... unless you know someone?"

Still he isn't hostile. Vince looks like the RIGHT Kind of person

So does Clem...

Zara, however.. well...

He drawls in an easy going tone, "Oh, I know all sorts of folks. The right sort, if you know what I mean." His best good 'Ol boy impression.

"Oh? " The man says .

CLem is blocking Zara from view unless she wishes otherwise

Zara is willingly blocked.

"The name's O'Hurn, son of Pastor O'Hurn, though I doubt you know him, he's down in Nebraska ways 'bout where I grew up. And my friend here is Mz. Valencia Butternut, she's good farm folk. We know the truth of people coming in to steal jobs from good, god-fearin' folks."

"We'd've hoped to meet you fellers, hearing what you've said and how it resounds, y'know?"

"Wait, that like a westboro chapter?"

"Baptist, born and raised." He says, truthfully.

"Come on in, you and your lady. She's a tall drink of water, but clearly a PURE woman" Not a sublte one

Zara is almost one with Clem's shadow. But this might be a test of even her skills to enter in direct unseen

Zara skulks, looking small and shy and awkward. Not unseen - just unremarkable.

He flashes a white toothed smile, and reaches out to hold the door. Then an anxious glance behind him. "Say, did you see that fellow down on the end of the block?" Pointing back the way they came.

"Not that I couldn't handle m'own, but one of those punk kids in hoodies. They travel in packs, you know." A shake of his head.

"Son of a ..." He calls back "Fred. Barney.. need help" Unaware that he sounds like a cartoon calling gone evil, three guys rush past to go find 'the guy in the hoodie' unaware that they just passed by a daughter of the Hebrew tribes

Vince murmurs to Clem, "Ma'am, mind if I go along? You're safe here with these folk, and I dare say they may need help if they do find that hoody feller."

"Sure thing, puddin. " And Clem gives a kiss on Vince's cheek to send 'her man' on his way

A shake of her head and a smile.

Once he's gone, Clem says "I admit it, Pooka aren't normally my type but I can see why a lady would want her feet warmed.Zara, want me to slap a blonde haired blue eyed disguise onyou?"

A soft huff... resignation, and a nod.

"Gold of hair, blue of eye, california tan and pearl while smile. Though the true her is a joy, turn this girl into a goy"

"Oh, I dislike this..."

And yup "Oh dear" The spell is not perfect

For one thing, it seems to have latched onto some of Zara's own views of plastics. Meaning Zara looks a lot like a living barbie doll

Not litterally plastic, but the top heavy vacant expression sort

"Well, pretty sure it won't last long" Clem says "Let's get in quick"

"Aye..."

And in they go. Zara moving on her new shoes

Her Boy band T shirt in glitter

Clem winces "Okay. I Owe you an apology, seelie or not" As they movei nto the crowd

"Oh for ff..." She grabs at Clem's arm for stability.

And so two hot blonde REAL MURICAN wimmen! walk into the crowd

"I hear you" One fellow 'testifies' "They're trying to make a slaver out of Thomas jefferson at my son's school! Online courses! We're paying them to teach our kids to hate America!"

Angry hrumphs

One fellow with a beer belly takes his hat off to see Zara and CLem "Well, hello miss..."

"Valencia, and this here is my friend, Candy" Clem says

She wiggles her fingers in a teeny little wave.

"Well my goodness.. Candy, how fitting after halloween. " A sigh "Course we cna't wear anything without the PEE CEES coming down on us for appropriation..."

"I hear you, " Clem says "And it's all one sided. You think they'd give say some jewish girl a hard time if she pretended to be a blonde beach bunny for halloween? No they'd just laugh"