Name: Tullia Tournier

Gender: femme fatale

Age/DOB: early 40s but certainly looks much younger

Origin: The Mall, originally from somewhere in the mid-west states

Family: Temma, partner; unknown other family members

Other: All this science, wouldn't it be fun...

Height: 5'10", around 6'2" with hair and heels

Weight: svelte? curvy?

Hair: graphite black, large loose curls, nicely styled (natural)

Eyes: bright green, small, perky, perfectly crafted liner and brows

Appearance: light tan skin, bronzes in the sun; applied beauty mark and always has a smile; prefers comfortable day-wear and improbable shoes for the wasteland. A loud and clear voice when she needs to project, and has a pleasant mid-western twang, delightful laugh. Surprisingly healthy for having grown up in a dangerous world, and traveled mostly on foot in heels to the Mall

Abilities:
Aggression: +1
Coolness: 0
Hardness: +2
Hotness: -3
Sharpness: +3
Weirdness: +1

Name: Temma Tation

Gender: darling, if you have to ask...

Age/DOB: you don't ask a girl's age unless you want to get shanked

Origin: The Mall, likely originally from Chicago area

Family: Tullia, partner; won't talk about prior family and is looking to the future

Other: darling I cannot possibly stress this enough, no, it wouldn't...

Height: 6'2", up to around 6'6" in heels and hair

Weight: it's all fun and games until you ask her weight

Hair: naturally auburn with those greying stripes applied, fluffy and styled; you will see different wigs in performances but this is natural honey

Eyes: very dark blue, heavily lidded, with extra dark shadow and lashes

Appearance: light skin with freckles if you catch her without makeup; little heart is tattooed on; the above is professional, not 'work' gear as that is much more flamboyant. Has a purr to her voice but oh how she pulls out the sharp edges, you don't want to make that voice sharp

Abilities:
Aggression: -1
Coolness: +3
Hardness: +2
Hotness: +1
Sharpness: +3
Weirdness: +3

Skills or Profession: Maestro'D; runs the performance portion of the theater, and arranges for new acts and events
You Call This Hot?: Everything and everyone can be improved with just a touch of her dazzle
A Devil With A Blade: that blade might be a hidden nail file, hair pin, her actual steak knife, or her positively serrated wit
Fingers In Every Pie: you must keep up with the gossip to make sure everyone has something to spark their interest
Everybody Eats: you know what, there's a drag show here but there's also drag queens with story books for the kiddos, there's big sci fi battles and romances too. As long as she knows what the audience wants, it's there!
Just Give Me A Motive: you need a role filled? you got it honey!
Only comes out at night: Really, really comes out on stage with the costumes and lights and makeup proving she is still a star in her own right

Events or History: (Tullia) Left a perfectly good apartment building settlement managed by her family, to wander with this amazing girlfriend who'd drifted through. Her skills in bartering and commanding confidence have landed them this new place in the Mall here in beautiful this area.

Events or History: (Temma) Sacrifices must be made if you want to be a star, darling, and those all happened in her life before coming to this Mall. "This" mall, yes, because she did begin her career up in Chitown's bustling entertainment district.

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As the Mall has expanded with their dragons, and has that big sports venue, the little theater in the Mall proper was just never going to do for what this pair had in mind. While Tullia discussed things with the local leadership, they handed off maps and old flyers: there had been a street with night clubs, a larger stage-based theater, and a number of already-emptied retail areas. A run-down location to say the least, but one which would eventually light up again with activity.

The Strip Mall, they call it. Less than a five-minute walk from the properly walled in portion of the Mall itself, dug out from the remnants of the city that had surrounded the place. Larger trade caravans find rooms in the hotel there, there's even a shop where broken down vehicles can be repaired thanks to Gasman and Shiner. Oh the two of them. Temma and Tullia exchange a glance with a grin every time that pair of 'we're straight we swear' guys come around...

But the Strip has plenty of entertainment options that don't involve learning rules or having protective armor. Well some kind of protection, sure... The place itself though is outside of the walled area, and as such needs a little protection from the dragons of the Mall proper now and again. Particularly when they started getting real trade groups butting heads with less local gangs along their routes. It's time that someone put a stop to those interruptions, by whatever means they see fit. It would be best, Tullia asserts, that the gangs be convinced to join them, so maybe. Perhaps with the right pressure, and the right suggestions. You want gear? You want a hot meal and an actual bath?

We've got those things, honey. All you need to do is play by new rules.

--

"That's the third caravan this week that hasn't had one," Tullia sighed, "I don't know if anyone's been scavenging the parts, love."

Temma tapped her long, black painted nail on the countertop, almost leaving gouges in its soft old wood. Once she realized that damage might occur it was more toward her nails that she directed attention. "Well, I'd still like to have the place up and running before those caravans give up on visiting us out here."

"Tem we're not in the middle of nowhere any more," Tullia gave a soft chuckle, knowing this tactic quite well thank you. "I've given the list to at least half a dozen caravan groups, surely someone's going to have what you've asked for." She pursed her lips, "in what condition, I don't know. But we've got help for fixing up gear like it, it - might even be something one of those industrial scavs would find."

"An industrial size winch and pulley to fit in my stage show," Temma gave the most dramatic swish of her head, "you think I'm fat now."

"If it has to hold up that one dress, you might want to think about it," Tullia replied, deflecting that bait easily.

She grabbed her partner's elbow, and walked with the tall queen into another room, where they had a view of the lower floor of the theater house. Not a small place, with a good stage and a nice foyer but also two floors of office spaces that were probably used for preparation and gearing up back in the heyday. It had been looted clean before they got there - not that it was clean in any way until they made arrangements with the locals. But their office backed up the ticket booth and entry areas, they were always on the lookout for new talent and would wait for anyone making their way down the Strip just in case. Having a nice view from their newly-clean and patched up bay window was quite nice.

There were three people working on the seating in the theater, tearing out the truly broken ones and spacing out what was left.

"Nothing like bored people to do good deeds," Temma said, "that one's got the shoulders for it," her purr made Tullia gently jab her partner in the side.

Eventually they would have the place fully functional. They'd run several shows already, but the whole theater really did need to be fixed up proper. A winch and pulley was the least of their demands, honestly, but it might take some effort to get other pieces into the area let alone installed.

Maybe if those people with the... the dragons, maybe they could help out. The Mall they all lived in had clearly been built up like a fortress - with a full parking lot to boot. And while this pair of entertainers and businesswomen had hashed out arrangements with those Mall people to begin their renovations here outside that fortress, they hadn't had a lot of contact since. A few dozen of the inhabitants patrolled the skies and the ground around the place on those magnificent dragons.

Dragons, on this dusty post-apocalyptic world. Who'd have thought. But then the pair didn't know the circumstances surrounding their apocalypse in the first place, few did. There were in fact weirder things than dragons. And they were far from 'weird', they were beautiful, powerful, strong, ranged from tiny to monumental in size.

Smart, passionate, protective.

"Sweety you're describing me perfectly," Temma said, making Tullia suddenly pause and burst out laughing. She'd been thinking out loud, discussing those dragons without even realizing it. One of them was circling, going up and down where the Strip began and ended in a slow glide. Looked to be checking it all out, which was good, that was as they'd arranged. Though more energy was usually put into their central patrols, it was always nice to know that the Mall held up their end of the bargain.

But it was perhaps time to make another. Tullia had a shopping list, always tucked away in a hidden pocket. They swished their way up to the Mall's side entrance, didn't need to wave identification or anything silly like that - not like at that one town's checkpoint system. Good thing those guards understood who they were interfering with after... a little convincing.

Here and now though, they needed to build, they needed to polish, to finish up their work so that everyone else could be entertained properly. It would always be a team effort, everyone pitched in, but no human hands could lift the industrial machinery and huge rolls of curtain fabric themselves - not for the thirty or forty miles needed to drag them from the nearest un-raided ruins.

So dragons it would be. Right? Maybe there should be a different venue for them too, Temma looked at the lovely sunset black, his feathers sparkling in the evening light. Another had dramatic green and red contrasts and those huge claws - Temma would paint those black - or maybe gold, to go with the bright red crest... They would be pleased as punch if they could grab another few days worth of work out of the burly silver and bronze one, and his human companion...

Of course it was not for free! No one expected hard work to go unrewarded around their theater. A little dinner in the upper lounge, a solid breakfast too. The proprietors of this establishment would want their workers just as happy as their patrons! So it was while they were chatting up some of the workers that they learned of other places, other worlds, where all these colorful dragons had come from. Now they had to cast a spotlight far and wide, a talent search as it were. Who would be the lucky dragon, the dragon that would represent their part of the Mall's community, be? They would make sure to attend to their every need, of course! Not pampered, there was hard work involved. But elevated, rewarded, praised, absolutely.

This Bower place would be a good start. But it probably wouldn't be the end of the search for talent!

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