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New Comic Book Day [Open to All]

These days, Audrey can't buy comic books willy-nilly. Her camper's already a crazy mess as it is and a small space that doesn't really brook mile-high stacks of books, but Audrey still enjoys going into comic shops and going through the stacks to see if there's anything particularly interesting. Already, she knows she'll grab a couple blind-boxes because she loves her some super-heroes, maybe a t-shirt, but all in good time.

For now, she's just browsing through the trade paperbacks. Those are a little easier to justify since it's more condensed, plus she gets a little more bang for her buck.

"Hey, do you know if they have the new Captain Marvel trade yet?" she asks, vaguely in the direction of the cashier but open for any to answer.

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"I know. And I also know that every time I so much as touch a guitar, someone's asking me for my fire safety paperwork or my busking license or my permission-to-breathe-and-make-music license," Audrey says, rolling her eyes. And ninety-nine percent of the time, the paperwork is out and in good order before Audrey can even say anything (which is good, because otherwise it'd be along the lines of Silencio, fuckboy.) but it never stops them from suspecting some trick.

She may be a human disaster, but she's a human disaster who's already done this rodeo more than once.

"You have to play the game, right? That's just the way things are, you might think it sucks but better that then a stampede of people if a fire starts. The busking license is all the cops though, that one is not on me." Lincoln added, in defence of himself. He picked up a couple variants for Wicked and the Divine. He might share with Lee if she was good. "So, are you one of Lara's? What with the music and the subtle trying to lure me thing?"

Audrey just gives him a piercing look at that one. She's played the game and bent backwards for it and still this damn town won't give her an inch of room.

"One of Lara's what?" She knows the siren, has met her a few times through Les and played at Waters now and then. "And didn't we establish last time that I'd never pull a 'these are not the droids you're looking for?'"

"You know... sirens?" Lincoln replied hesitantly, looking at her confused because he thought they all ascribed to Supreme Ruler thing. Which was the great thing about witches, trying to lead witches was kind of like trying to herd cats. Not worth it. No one tried to dictate much of anything to him. "Yeah, that still doesn't mean you're not a Siren. Even if you wouldn't pull jedi mind whammy tricks."

Audrey bats her eyelashes at him with a completely innocent look, even as she lets a few scales glimmer along her cheek and brow bones, like some kind of fashion statement. "Yeah, I know. And I may have put a tiny bit of there is no war in Ba Sing Se in there, but I don't go for full compulsion."

Lincoln blinked in surprise, a small smile lingering on his lips as he put his comics in one hand and keeping the other one free.

"Well, that's good. Because I'd hate to go all 'but that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked' on you," Lincoln murmured, fire appearing at the tips of his fingers. Enough of a flame to be noticeable but under control enough that he wouldn't spark or catch anything else on fire. "I don't go full Azula either. Most of the time."

"Okay, fair enough. And points for several very well-timed references," Audrey says. "If I were wearing a hat, I would take it off in deference, which is usually a lot more genteel than what I usually do when I meet cool people, which is make out with them and...hm..."

Right. Motor-mouth.

She holds out a hand, "Truce?"

"Thank you, I try." Lincoln said, rolling his hand and making a little mock bow. Lips tugging into a smile as she talked about making out, Lincoln could feel his cheeks turn a shade of red even as he held out his hand and shook hers. As always he was warm to touch, not scalding but definitely hotter than normal humans. "Truce. So, I'm going to ignore the thing about me being cool because I'm not and we can focus on the fact you're a Avatar fan. Which is good, old school or do you like the Korra stuff as well?"

"Haven't watched Korra yet," she admits. There'd been lots of weird schedules changes and moving around to be online that she'd eventually just put it off after the first season. It'd be on Netflix, soon enough.

"I move around a lot for work."

Shaking his hand, Audrey also runs hot. Maybe it's because she's part tropical fish or just a Miami-native, but Lincoln's own heat isn't strange to her.

"I'm halfway through, I missed it on the weird schedule it had going. Plus work," Lincoln replied and smiled. He'd have to catch up on it again, although he usually got distracted by watching Avatar instead of Korra. "Do you just do the music thing or other stuff?"

"Nope, music's...everything," Audrey says, her face going very serious there. She hopes Lincoln can figure out, now, why she'd been so damn peevish at the rave.

"Two bands, DJing. You got a bar mitzvah, I'll play it. As long as I'm making music."

"Really? Don't think I've felt that way about anything, maybe about anyone's but not a thing. I love my job, I love being able to do something with my... talents that isn't destructive. It feels good, but it's not Everything." Lincoln murmured. He thought about Lee, because he couldn't imagine anything without her. And Roosevelt. His parents. His friends. They were the things he treasured, not music, and not even his games.

"...you know. It's kind of the same thing for me," she admits. "Everyone knows what sirens do. What our music is for. I don't want to be that."

Audrey shrugs, not quite looking at him. She knows, well enough, how to be straightforward and honest. It's different being this candid.

“Do they? I’ve only ever met a few sirens who compel, most of the time they just tend to be super popular and freakishly good at water sports. And may or may not have cheated every time we raced in the water or played water polo, but that could just be my asshole best friend.” Lincoln replied, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “If you don’t want to be that, then don’t. Not unless you have to be.”

"I knew a couple. Enough to figure out that that's not who I wanted to be." All she wants is to make music and enjoy the rush that comes of performing.

"So, who do you want to be then?" Lincoln asked, a look of curious interest on his face as he smiled gently down at her. She wasn't too bad when she wasn't being defensive and he wasn't having to enforce rules and stuff. And it was always nice to meet a fellow Avatar fan.

Damn, he's all sweet, like a teddy bear. A teddy bear with abs. Weird combination.

"I want to make music. Not to hurt people, just because I love it."

"Well then, you should do that. We've got a recording studio in town I think, you should talk to the owner. Make some music of your own," Lincoln said, sliding his hand into his pocket even as he precariously held the stack of comics in his other. "Or you know, you could make a friend in the fire department to come over and vet your warehouse/music plans so you don't get hassled on music nights."

"I would literally write a ballad in your honor if you did that," Audrey says, looking at him quite seriously. Maybe then the authorities in town will start listening when she says she as her paperwork in order.

"What kind of ballad are we talking about?" Lincoln asked, laughing before straightening when he realised she was being serious. Smiling at the honour, he nodded. "I can do that seriously if you want, fire prevention is a serious thing. I take my job seriously, if it helps us and helps you then why not."

She nods, because it would be great. She always has her paperwork on file but no one ever listens to her. "I'd...really appreciate that actually."

Audrey pretends to think about it, pondering really hard. "Well. I've been trying to master the balalaika, so there'd be a lengthy solo."

"Awesome, glad to be of service. Hear let me give you my number, and the station number so you can get in contact with me." Lincoln said, getting a piece of scrap paper before scrawling his numbers and name on it. "What's a bala- yeah, I can't even pronounce that. And I'm a fan of lengthy solos."

"Ooh, a number. Now we're really getting friendly," she teases. "And a balalaika is...it's Russian. You've probably heard it, but I also can't describe it?"

"I'm a friendly guy, I'm just very serious about fire safety." Lincoln replied, blushing as she teased him. Reaching up to rub his neck, he picked up a couple more comics to add to his pile. "You'll have to show me sometime."

"And I'm a friendly girl who's just very serious about music," Audrey says back. They both care about what they do. The fact that he's passionate and not just a pencil pusher, at least, kind of endears him to her.

"Yeah, I'll have to borrow it from a friend again."

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