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Burning up whenever she'd 'lived' too long was hella inconvenient.

Terrifying the first few times, too, but once she got used to that, it wasn't that different from becoming insubstantial. But being reborn from ashes? That full on sucked. Not because it hurt particularly. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but neither were the pointe shoes and the headdress she'd taken from the box to go with the Firebird costume she'd been working on for the last few months.

No, the part of being reborn from ashes that sucked was the mouth, eyes, ears, nose and other mucus membranes coated in ashes that came with it. Gross trumped uncomfortable and inconvenient any day. And the worst part was that if she tried to get herself totally cleaned up, she barely had enough time to do anything before she was ashes again.

Tending bar with bird claws was damn near impossible as it was. So by the time the newcomer arrived, she'd given up and taken to drifting lazily on the warm currents. She burned up less often that way.

[ OOC: Feel free to use this post for any November 1 costume related needs, but Kitty is only available for Valkyrie. ]

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As bizarre as this character was, there was a mesmerizing quality to her--her appearance, her movements...glamor, in a word.

"Valkyrie." She pushed her drink Caroline's way, offering the whiskey soda as a gesture of goodwill. "I'm still figuring that out."

Caroline gave a soundless laugh and the piano music tinkled obligingly in response. She accepted the drink with delicate fingers and took a sip. She loved that alcohol was so free here. Not that you couldn't get it if you were anybody in Hollywood but the inn had the best drinks, like you only got in Europe on press tours. Not bathtub gin from a sleazy speakeasy and the bathtub wasn't too clean. This was quality stuff. She nodded her thanks and lifted the glass in a toast.

"Cute name. You pick it yourself?" Caroline hadn't had to change her name. The studio thought Caroline sounded glitzy and fun.

"I did." Valkyrie answered the words on the card in a straightforward manner, taking a sip following Caroline's. She granted her a small, brief smile and brushed her dark hair back. Valkyrie intended no hostility towards any of the residents here, after all.

"How long have you taken up at this hotel?"

Caroline made a small drama out of thinking about the question, her head tipping to the side with a sweep of glossy gray hair and counting off the months on her gloved fingertips. "Nearly two years." announced the placard at last. "A lifetime in my world I'm afraid.

Sadness tinged her eyes. Would she be forgotten by the time she returned to the stage? Would anyone clamor for her attention? Or would the greedy film camera have moved on to younger women, more bold and beautiful?

That glint of emotion wasn't lost on Valkyrie. The whole day (night? Might as well. With no star to circle, it might has well have been any time of day on the ship that she arrived from) had been a lesson in tolerating insanity and she'd not yet processed a single emotion that would arise from being so suddenly thrust away from all she knew. Two years was paltry to an Asgardian, but for a mortal...she could imagine. She refilled the glass and slid it Caroline's way with a sympathetic nod.

"What is it you do? In your world."

Caroline drew herself up proudly, tilting her head to catch the light. It was an iconic pose for her, one that had graced the poster of her first film, though her part had been small. "I am an actress."

She smiled, then explained that she meant screen actress, though of course she also did stage work as well as modeling. The placard did its best to keep up, summarizing her words as it flickered.

"And you?" it and she asked after some time.

At the explanation of Caroline's job, Valkyrie found herself quite intrigued with what kind of portfolio this woman boasted. She'd run across many entertainers in her years, though few of them really screamed class.

"A Valkyrie." True to her namesake. "Sworn to serve the Asgardian throne and escort the worthy to Valhalla." She took another sip of her own drink. "Not getting up to that last part, lately. I'd need a steed."

Caroline had met so many queer people since she had come to the inn, that she hardly batted an eye at the strange profession. A woman who was also a warrior? It was odd but hardly unusual around here. She beamed at Valkyrie and flourished her hand toward the back door where, after some walking, one could find the stables.

"We do have horses!"

"The winged kind?" Valkyrie inquired further, daring to get her hopes up.

Horses, as a general rule, did not have wings. Caroline was absolute certain about that. Although, she had once done a film that included Pegasus of myth. That had been played by the sweetest mare, which had put up with being saddled, literally, with large clumsy wings.

She sipped from the glass, and tried to think of a solution instead of simply shutting down the request. Her acting classes had always emphasized that you never did that.
"Not usually. Do you need to fly?"

"Yes." Valkyrie stated plainly, circling her glass around against the surface of the table. "It's in my nature. I used to have such a steed, but he...met a warrior's end."

Wings. Caroline didn't pay much attention to other people, except in as much as they might be useful to her career (a survival skill in Hollywood,) but she did know that there were some of the very strange sorts that could do things that she called miracles or impossibilities except that they were right there in front of her.

And so, in the spirit of finding people useful, she perked up. "Why, you should ask Regina!"

Although, now that Caroline thought of it, she hadn't seen Regina in some time.

"Regina?" Valkyrie asked the natural question, perking up in the slightest.

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