Izzy's May Catch-all

[notwearingthekeds]

🧙 WHO: Izzy and YOU!
⚔️ WHAT: Catch-All for May
🕒 WHEN: ...May..?
🗺️ WHERE: Some Cafes, a Park, the Training Grounds, some Shoppes.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Izzy swears. Like- a lot. I don't make the rules.
Note: Closed Prompts Will be individual thread tops in the post.

Nine to Five

Most days Izzy can be found in a variety of cafes and shops, the ones that like a little ambiance they can use to excuse the extra gold for your coffee or sandwich, she's brushed her hair into something almost respectable, wearing either a long summer dress or a suit, playing her violin to help set the mood.

Using a mix of classical music, and 90s hits to draw from. Which she figures nobody will notice she's playing provided she plays them in a kind atmospheric way. She's no expert by any means, but she's more than talented enough to make some coin playing in local eateries when they pay her. So you can request a song and see if she knows it, or ask her what she's doing with her life when she's on a break.

Or think she's a waitress and demand to know where your food is, she has no idea but she looks like she might be serving staff.

Eye of the Tiger

Izzy's made a few strides in her training of her magic. The first and most important was the need for music. At least for now, the magic came easier when she timed it to the music she was listening to. It made sense, she accidentally lifted objects when she played. And at the strongest parts on classical pieces she'd gotten chairs and tables off the ground.

So here she was, in the training grounds, flicking her fingers at rocks. And the rocks did jump, or roll, when she pushed at them with her fingers. They were three feet away, so... progress. It still didn't feel quite right, like she was missing something. In any event, with her earbuds in and music blaring she will not notice anyone around her. Sneak up on this small child and maybe teach her a thing or two.

Material Girl

Her clothes that she arrived in weren't the greatest. She arrived in the clothes she wore to bed, before everything went to shit. So... now that she had some coin, she figured she could use some new clothes.

Like- she didn't know how expensive stuff was, but it would be hers she'd pick them, nothing picked because she'd look 'just so cute' in it. No fucking tartan. Crop tops, shorts, leather, all the things her mother forbid her wearing under 'her roof.' So this child is trying to find clothes that are really her...

And second guessing every choice, because she's never had this freedom before. Please help her.