Kamakhya Bhairavi (_kala_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-28 12:38:00 |
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Who: Kala [Kali], appearance of NPC employee Uma, & open to all!
Where: Club Shanti, Greenwich Village area.
What: Kala is admiring the job listing she placed in the paper earlier in the week.
When: Thursday afternoon. But Time, within Club Shanti, may feel... a little different.
Warnings: TBD. Depends on who shows up!
Club Shanti is hiring for its expansion! Since 1999,
DJ Kala has had the Village held in her spiritually charged
trance'n'chants beats, and she is seeking bartenders, wait
staff, security and more! Stop by at La Guardia Plc, between
W. 3rd and Bleecker, blocks from NYU! Hard to miss!
Kala smiled to herself as she read her ad. "Hey! Uma, c'mere!" Uma, a tall Norwegian student of Hinduism and East-Indian literature, rushed over from the bar, where the waitress had been studying for her exams for which Kala was a teacher's aid. "Whad'ya think?" Dark eyes regarded the girl with ruthless curiosity.
"I think I'm going to be late for class. Thank you for helping me study," Uma bit her lip. "I didn't know T.A.'s were allowed to do that, let alone when the aide is my employer!"
Kala's smile was effortless. "Well, it helps when the majority of the class spends their time losing their minds here at Shanti, including the professor."
Uma, however mortal she may be, was well aware of Kala's truer identity - years of study, keen observation and, witnessing the effect of DJ Kala on all who encountered her, human or otherwise, both in the classroom and on the dance floor, had made it more or less undeniable.
"Let us see what the day brings. Perhaps a new waiter? A sassy bartender? Some crazy fool who thinks Shanti needs security?" Another wily grin plastered on her dark face as Kala slid off the table she'd perched on. "You'd better get to class, Valkyrie." Uma's face reddened - she was tall, she was blond and often braided her golden ringlets - at her employer's nickname for her. Uma, aside from her burly build, was a mouse in wolf's clothing. Although, Kali mused, it would not surprise her if the girl whom she had grown more or less fond of over the years was, indeed, immortal.
"Bye, Kala. Text me if anything amazing happens," Uma said, with a light, airy smile as she grabbed her leather messenger bag, slung it over her shoulder and left.
"Something always does."