Overrated Abnormal


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Scene Title Overrated Abnormal
Synopsis Rachel and Odessa make small talk at the Rock Cellar.
Date March 12, 2010

The Rock Cellar

A comfortable place, located in the basement of 14 East 4th Street. The red brick walls are covered with memorabilia from various icons of rock and places in rock history, creating a feel similar to that of a Hard Rock Café.

The left wall has two bars separated by swinging doors which lead to and from the kitchen. Directly across from the entrance is a two foot high stage with all the equipment needed for acts to perform there. The right wall has three doors marked as restrooms: two for use by women and one by men.

Thirty square feet of open space for dancing and standing room is kept between the stage and the comfortable seating placed around tables which fill the remainder of the Cellar.

The lighting here is often kept dim for purposes of ambience, and when performers are onstage the place is loud enough to make conversation difficult. Just inside the door is a podium where location staff check IDs and stamp the hands of those under twenty-one with a substance visible under UV lights at the two bars and by devices the servers carry. On the podium's front is a sign with big black letters that just about explain it all: If You Don't Like Rock 'N' Roll, You're Too Late Now!

Its cold outside, not that it is anything new. The woman looking around the place as its a new bar that she's decided to try out and see how it is. Smiling faintly as she slips inwards and towards the bar.

The blonde seated at the bar has been here before, quite a few times. But she's not on the arm of the man she once lived with upstairs, whom she called her own and was claimed in return. It's a nostalgic sort of feeling that washes over her and she sips what appears to be a Tom Collins through a straw.

Rachel looks over at the blonde that she slides in next to and greets with something of an amicable, "Hey there." Looking towards the bartender she says, "A screwdriver for me please."

Odessa nods to Rachel. "Hey." The other woman's form is swept up and down with a quick up and down of dark blue eyes. "Some weather we're having, huh? I like snow, but this is kind of ridiculous."

Rachel nods her head a little before she replies, "Indeed, it is rather on the much side, I agree." She offers a smile, looking out the window towards the snow.

"The worst will be if it all melts quickly, I think. Flash flood." Odessa plucks a cherry from her glass and brings it to her lips. The stem is left to lay on the edge of her cocktail napkin on the bar.

A portable television intended to afford the bartender some entertainment during the slower parts of the day is showing the latest news. Odessa's brows furrow as she strains to hear the report, which is all but impossible. Any time the H5N10 virus is discussed, she sits up and takes notice.

Rachel turns her head a little to listen to it, before she shrugs her shoulders at the news and turns back to her drink. "Another scare, it seems," she murmurs to no one in particular, though no doubt her companion will hear her. She smiles faintly as her drink arrives and she takes a sip from it.

"Do you think it's as bad as they say?" The blonde turns her attention away from the screen and back to the woman next to her. "You just don't see stuff like this. Viruses are usually indiscriminate."

Rachel looks at the TV and shrugs her shoulders before she replies, "It probably is as bad as they say, I guess. I haven't come down with it, and no one I know has, so I don't really have a baseline to go on."

Odessa's eyes narrow faintly. "You're Evolved?" That seems to be the implication, if she's making a point of saying that she hasn't come down with a virus only known to strike the Evolved.

Rachel turns slightly to look at the woman and replies, "I have an abnormality, yes, if that is your question. Work in FRONTLINE."

"It's not an abnormality," Odessa opines. "It's a gift. It sets you apart from the rest of the mundane life around you. It makes you unique."

"It is not normal, so therefore it is an abnormality in every sense of the word," Rachel replies back easily, giving the impression that she has this conversation more than a couple times before.

Odessa resists the urge to roll her eyes at the response she's given. She clearly doesn't agree with Rachel's assessment. "In the classic sense, yes, but what? You wish you didn't have your ability? I mean, I can think of a few that would be more inconvenience than blessing, but you probably wouldn't be FRONTLINE if you had one of those."

Rachel looks back at Odessa and replies, "I would rather be much more normal than having my abnormality. I frankly don't give a damn if I am in FRONTLINE or not. I wouldn't mind still living in the middle east."

Odessa nods slowly. She still doesn't subscribe to this mentality that whatever ability Rachel could possibly have would be that much of a curse. Then again, Odessa's a little biased. "I'm sorry you feel that way," is all she offers. "It's like accepting that you've got freckles, or that your smile's a little lopsided. It's just a part of you that you have to learn to embrace."

Rachel shakes her head a little and replies, "Eh, perhaps. But, it will still always be an abnormality and stop me from being normal."

"Normal is a relative term." Odessa puts enough money on the bar to pay for her now-empty drink and leave a bit of a tip. "It's also painfully dull." The blonde slides off her seat and pulls a red wool coat around her frame swiftly. "I hope you come to terms. It was nice talking with you."

"Normal is highly under-rated," Rachel replies with a grin before she waves a little and replies, "Indeed, I hope you don't get too worried about this virus thing. One thing to be healthily scared, another to panic."

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