Arc 1, Special Thread 2: The Callsign
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The Upperdecks may be mostly full of the rich and important, but it also has the so-called Bar District. There's no shortage of bars, ranging from the yeast-ale houses of the hoi polloi to the experimental gastro-alko-pubs frequented by upper-level gods.
Almost all of them are unimportant.
The only truly important one is The Callsign, for it is the bar of choice for the local Exalts. Owned and operated by one Jolie Andersen, a friend of Lyla's, it specializes in keeping a low profile. There's only one rule, here: admission is only by acceptance from at least two other Exalts. Of course, that has led to a small contingent of Dragon-Blooded almost always swarming the place, and that led to the need for her to expand her dance floor, and then the Red Queen needed a place for her band equipment...
Suffice to say, the Callsign isn't so much a bar as it is an eclectic hodge-podge of a club, gin mill, restaurant, and strip club (though there are no official strippers). There's only three staffers: Jolie herself, the Salt Elemental chef named Gris, and a sesseljae nicknamed "Puppy" who cleans up after the numerous messes.
It's a quiet night in a long sequence of quiet nights at the Callsign. The Red Queen isn't there, which certainly helps with that sort of thing, and the hordes of Dragon-Blooded that usually occupy the place have gone on a bar crawl. Jolie cleans glasses at the bar when Lyla arrives, just after the nonsense of ONYX SPIRE.
"Hey there girl, let me just spin up the jukebox for you." Jolie waves at her, "How're you holding up? Haven't seen you in a while."