Welcome to Gaia! ::

Like her father, one of the worst things about the winter was not that she couldn't go outside without wearing a ridiculous amount of layers, but that even with those layers it was rare that she could ride her beloved bike. In the light of the 'warmer' weather on the day of her appointment, the Skullmonkey had chosen to ride her baby and risk death.

The gamble had paid off, sort of.

Currently she sat inside the cafe down the street from the clinic, clasping a piping hot mocha latte in one hand and rubbing her legs to encourage the blood to flow through the still stiff limbs. Today she had decided to tone down the color explosion in favor of her bike gear and her warmest clothes.

Tourmaline heard her name just moments after she noticed the taller male walking in her direction, and used that time to glean through the dustbunnies of her mind to grasp a hold of the other Clinic-er's name. "That's right, you're Surion, correct?"

She didn't really bother to halt her hand's movements on her legs and instead she motioned to a chair with a head nod. "You can sit down if you want."

Her eyes gravitated to the sandwich first when he sat down, and the teen took a strategic sip of her coffee to hide the expression of distaste. It had been so long since she had eaten meat that the smell sometimes made her feel a bit ill. Today was one of those sometimes.

"Things are good, I'm living with a couple of roommates now that my family's gone. And you?" With a shrug, she took another sip of her drink. Even though she wore layers, the Skullmonkey's face appeared fuller and healthier than the last time they had met. "If I remember correctly, we met last at a club. Nani and I left early that night, though.:

"Well remembering is good, I guess. Even the bad things need to be heeded." She thought for a moment and let her free hand simply rest on her leg before she continued, "What kind of business?" Absently she wondered if the business partner was anyone she knew despite the high odds against that. In Gaia, coincidences seemed to be fairly frequent, after all.

Maybe she did know the business partner then, with her own nightclub connects. Then again, maybe not.

"That's exciting!" Tourma exclaimed, "You must have been busy getting all the inspections and stuff done! What kind of club is it going to be?"

The teen leaned forward with curiosity to peer at the photographs that he produced. He was right in that one needed to envision the place full of people to get the full effect. The same theory applied to most clubs.

"Nice. You should be proud of yourselves," she said with a genuine smile, which dulled somewhat with an absent thought. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you manage the funds for such an endeavor?"

Tourmaline nodded and took another sip of her cooling coffee. She understood how people in the service industry could manage to pull in large chunks of money, but she also knew the ballpark costs of starting up one's own business.

The name caused her eyebrows to quirk upwards slightly, raising a bit more when she paid more attention to the logo. "That's a very special name," she finally stated conversationally. There was a long pause while she stared at the logo before she continued. "So uh, what does Rhythma Ateermus mean, exactly?" While she tried, her pronunciation of the name remained poor. "And how does that logo connect...?"

Her curiosity of peoples' reasons never ceased.