Handcuffed to a radiator {open}

[Marceline Abadeer]

"Well, I can't say this has happened before," muttered Marceline. She looked at her wrist, where, sure enough, there was a set of handcuffs encircling the pale skin. Oh, handcuffs weren't that unusual. True, Marceline had been a child when they'd really been in use, so she'd managed to avoid them, but she had experienced being chained up before. That sort of thing happened when your dad was a big time demon lord dude guy. Still, she couldn't recall ever being handcuffed to a radiator before.

Marceline tugged at the chain again, hearing the metal clang on metal. The bar was mostly empty, and the bartender kept giving her looks that suggested that she might not be in her right mind. Given that she'd been stabbed here before, and given that she did frequently assert herself as a vampire queen and a totally bad chick, Marceline could see where that look was coming from. Not helping was the fact that she'd technically done this to herself.

Well, it wasn't like anyone else was cuffing her to a radiator. You'd think the people around here didn't know a good time when they were right next to it. And yes, it had sounded like a good time when Marceline had first thought of it. She'd figured that there would be some twisting on her part, and then she'd manage to get out. She'd always gotten out of stuff like this before.

Of course, before she'd had a bevy of vampire powers to draw upon, including shapeshifting and melding into the shadows. Now? Not so much.

Marceline tugged again, wincing at the pain. Finally, she sighed, looking around the bar. "Hey! Hey! Can someone come over here and give me some help? The bartender said I was getting too handsy. But I swear, I'll keep my hands to myself!" Marceline tugged again, as if that would help prove what she had to say. Her hopes weren't high. Yet.

[Masami Iwasawa]

It was about the minute that Iwasawa wandered into a bar, her guitar on her back and a curious expression on her face that she realized that no one in this town happened to be particularly normal. Of course, considering that the bar was for the most part, empty, she didn't have much to base it on, but the sheer fact that she'd noticed another girl handcuffed to a radiator was enough to send Iwasawa's weird sensors getting a bit of a blip. She took a seat at the bar, and with a questioning look by the bartender settled by comfortable indifference by Iwasawa, she took a small Shirley Temple and sat on the stool, turning to the girl in the cuffs. Raising a brow and sipping on her straw, she began to speak. "Yeah, the punishment might be a bit far, but I don't know, this guy kind of scares me." This drew a small snicker from the bartender. Iwasawa happened to be putting on her facade at the moment -- confident and calm, a bit sarcastic, but certainly on the dryer side.
"But hey, as long as you don't get 'handsy' with me, I should be able to get you out." She snickered a bit, leaning over to the other girl. "Which way you want me to try to break you out? I can steal the key, flirt for the key, or claim responsibility, either one will do." 

At that point, the bartender happened to be on the opposite end of the bar, so Iwasawa could think that she was safe, for the most part. She was merely biding her time for this so-called 'great escape'. 

[Marceline Abadeer]

Under normal circumstances, Marceline would have launched into plan mode. This would have involved a good deal of scheming, likely at least a little flirting, and an outrageous scheme that was most likely to end with at least one person naked and one person arrested (and no, that wasn't necessarily the same person, though that was something of an added bonus). However, the newcomer had that one thing that distracted Marceline from nearly everything else. Her eyes fell upon the instrument, running over it with the same fervor that men usually reserved for super models.

"You've actually played that before," she commented, her voice expressing both pleasant surprise and respect. Marceline shifted, her cuffed arm clanking against the radiator. "That's, what, your standard acoustic model? Or is an electric? Can't really tell from here. I can play both, and bass, some drums if I really feel like it," Marceline shrugged. It was weird, actually, that she didn't have her guitar on hand. She hadn't been planning on playing a gig here tonight, and people did get a little edgy, what with the whole guitar doubling as a weapon thing. Marceline shifted again, trying to get a better look at the guitar.

"I'm Marceline, by the way," she commented, her tone still remaining entirely casual, the whole handcuffed thing clearly forgotten. "I usually play around here. Make some decent scratch doing it too. Haven't seen you before..." and Marceline definitely would have noticed another musician. She had a knack for it. That and pretty people, girls and boys included.

[Masami Iwasawa]

"..." Well, this girl reminded her of quite a few people she'd known in her life, and a bit like herself. When the topic came to music, all else was completely irrelevant. "Uh, yeah, I'm new 'round here. Iwasawa. Iwasawa Masami. "I used to be a musician...I guess. My band's not around anymore, so I guess GirlsDeadMonster is disbanded. It's an electric guitar, for specifics." She took it out, holding it to her close. "Sienna Sunburst Maple. Loved it since the day I got it." She honestly saw it almost like a sister to her -- her guitar was her first close friend. "But yeah, nice to meet ya, Marceline." She grinned. "Hey, if ya say ya play like ya do, we could maybe start up our own band sometime. 'Course, we'd need maybe a drummer....and a bassist, if both of us were on guitar." To be honest, even Iwasawa had partially forgotten about it, her mind wrapped around music. That was her life, her way of being, and to think otherwise was almost blasphemy. GirlsDeMo deserved to live on, and if it was another life she got, she'd be taking it to bring GirlsDeMo to the masses. Crowds everywhere. She'd make Hisako, Miyuki, Shiori, and especially Yui proud. Maybe even Yuri and Shiina from their days as simply 4 Guitar Women.
Once she snapped back to it, she blinked, realizing that her newfound friend was still stuck to that radiator. "...So, yo, you need some help breakin' out of those cuffs or no?" Her amused tone wasn't hidden. 

[Marceline Abadeer]

Iwasawa Masami... the name made Marceline's mind try and work. Ooo had gone through so many changes, so many that they didn't really have names that sounded like that. But Marceline had this vague idea, this hint that perhaps at some point they actually did sound like that, but far away, like, the places that teevee used to show you. But it was all bleary stuff, what she'd seen as a kid, and that was centuries ago now.

The bound vampire shrugged at Iwasawa's assessment. "I can do bass, or drums, if we need to. I already know another girl who can do guitar, sorta. Pretty cute too; rainbow hair and everything," Marceline clicked her tongue against her pointed teeth. Sure, she had a type, but she was at least partially aware of having a type. Happened when, again, you spent centuries living among certain people. The "normal" coloring around here still got to Marceline from time to time. Her brain rocked from that (remembering old bandmates, of course), back to music: "I haven't done the bass in a few centuries though, so I'll probably need some refresher... and a bass," Marceline chuckled, adjusting her position again.

The adjustment caused the cuff to clink against the radiator, which again drew Marceline's eyes to it. She blinked, as if surprised by it. Oh, yeah, she'd totally ended up like that. Now she couldn't quite recall whether her lie, that the bartender had done it, or her puckish recollection, that she'd been bored and done it or attention, was true. She clicked her tongue again, pulling.

"Might have to take the arm off," she said, her voice dead serious, "they can reattach those here, right? Usually I'd just pop it off, well, that or teleport or whatever. Man, sometimes the whole no powers thing is a drag," Marceline tapped her head against a radiator. It would be times like this that reminded the vampire chick though, as opposed to when things got truly crazy.