Kaz is sitting somewhat near the Church, playing surprisingly religious music for one whose usual tastes run to jazz. Her hat is sitting near her, with a few dollar bills serving as seed money.

Yi leans a bit beside Kaz, simply taking in the view of the people travelling about with a quiet air. One wouldn't think they were accompanying each other, but they stick close.

Agatha comes out of one of the hole-in-the-wall shops along Montrose, buttoning her jacket up while trying not to drop the pair of sketchpads tucked, in a paper bag, under one arm. As the door shut behind her with the usual jingle of store-door bells, she pulls her jacket collar up and looks around.

Kaz continues playing -- Bach, now. A rather rushed man drops 50 cents in her hat and she manages to nod at him without breaking the flow of the music at all.

Yi turns her head briefly at sound of jingle-bells, but passes her gaze over the woman with not much more interest than she normally does. The rushed man gets a flickering glance.

Agatha apparently makes a decision about which way to walk. She strolls towards the church, clearly in no hurry whatsoever to get wherever it is that she's going.

Kaz finishes the Bach with a flourish and mutters something to Yi. After taking a long swig of coffee, she starts playing the Ode to Joy.

Kaz pages: You'd think people's hands were glued to their fuckin' money.

Yi glances down as Kaz mutters a comment to her, and smirks slightly as she watches Agatha and a small crowd of people walking over. She notes quietly back to the galliard.

You paged Kaz with 'True... maybe you should play something more upbeat. Forget the church.'.

Agatha pauses at the foot of the church stairs, opposite the flute player and looks at the building. After a moment or two, her attention wanders to the busker and her companion. She smiles faintly and sits on the lowest step.

Kaz shrugs as she plays, but it seems to be a shrug of agreement. The song continues -- perhaps because, once started, she can no more stop a song than fly to the moon. Agatha gets a small nod, as she starts weaving a few odd, blues tinged threads into the traditional Beethoven.

Yi gives the woman a short dip of her head with a smile, listening to Kaz play on while watching the rest of the crowd pass by. Barely a few coins of change get tossed into the hat as those with more charitable hearts dip their hands down to let go of some pieces of copper and nickel.

Agatha digs in a pocket, retrieving, not a few coins, but a charcoal pencil. She opens the paper bag, takes out a pristine sketchpad, and opens it, watching the flute player and her companion.

The metis represses a smile as the customer turns into an artist, and the blues riffs become more prominent.

Agatha begins sketching. Pencil moves across paper with assurance, as the scene before Agatha is transferred to it.

Yi turns her gaze towards the sketchpad, the light smile on her lips turning a bit more upward with interest and warmth. An eyebrow arches slightly, though quietly continuing to watch people pass by with bits of change and a very occassional dollar to add to the hat.

The Ode To Joy soon becomes enmeshed completely in blues that's transitioning to jazz, and Kaz, also, starts fading into the music; she plays much better, but she concentrates rather less on paying attention to her customers. There's a tradeoff, sadly.

As the details begin to appear on the paper before her, Agatha slows down. Her faint smile becomes an equally faint frown. Finally, she stops drawing alltogether, studying the flute player.

Yi makes up for the lost concentration as she dips her head in nods and mouths a few thank yous to those generous enough. Her dark eyes flicker from crowd, to player, to the look on the sketcher's face and she too turns her brows in a slight furrow.

Not concentrating on anything but the music just now, Kaz's eyes are occasionally rather more visible than they are when she's noticing what she's doing. This doesn't seem to deter most of the audience, although one or two people blink a bit and then toss slightly more money in.

Agatha continues studying the oblivious flute player, herself more or less oblivious to Yi's scrutiny.

Yi glances between Kaz and Agatha, then murmurs softly, "She's good, isn't she?" to the woman. Her furrowed brow returns to a curious position as she studies Agatha.

Kaz eventually comes to an appropriate stopping place for the No Longer Ode To Joy, and takes a long swig of coffee. Agatha's scrutiny gets her a raised eyebrow in question, one barely visible beneath the hair that has again flopped over her eyes.

Agatha starts ever so slightly when the oriental woman addresses her. She looks at the flute player's companion for a long moment before nodding slowly. "She is." Her Greek accent is quite prominent.

Yi casts her eyes from the paused flute player to Agatha as she responds. "May I?" Her hand waves slightly to the sketchpad, the newmoon curious to this artist's skill.

Agatha seems reluctant to let the new sketchpad out of her hands. Instead, she turns it, angling it so that casual passersby cannot really see it. The sketch, though clearly quickly done, also clearly shows a young woman, inspired by her music. The face, however, is only vaguely roughed in. Both the details around the eyes, and those in the area where the ears might be under her hair are missing.

Yi notes the sketchpad, not exactly reaching out to take the drawing pad but merely leaning off the wall with her neck twisted curiously at the drawing, dark hair tumbling softly over her shoulder in the motion. An amused smile spreads over her features, though the missing ears get a bit of a longer eyeing than the rest of the picture. "You draw well," she notes softly before returning to her relaxed lean against the churchside. "An artist?"

Kaz just watches Yi, taking another sip of coffee. The flute does not leave her hands.

Agatha shrugs. "Some might say so." She turns the sketchpad back around and looks again at the flute player. She chews slightly on the end of the (new) pencil and then makes a quick sketch in the corner of the page.

Kaz asks, slightly hoarse from the breath expended, "What would you say, instead?"

Yi glance between the two, face drawn in a sort of day-dreamer's features as she gazes around once more.

Agatha finishes the sketch with a quick, tiny loop. She slowly turns the sketchpad around again, saying, "I would say... an artisan. I do not pretend to create for the ages." The quick sketch in the corner shows a reasonable guess of Kaz's features if her hair didn't hide them, including the pointed ears and feline eyes. The artist's mark just below includes a vertical line through an arch.

From afar, to the room, Agatha is way too confident of her ability to get away from nasties. "Yeah, it's the Fury glyph."

The metis doesn't seem to react to the word 'artisan', but the glyph brings a brief smile to her face, mostly in her eyes. "Yeah? I'm kinda into ephemera and shit myself. F'sure, the music ain't gonna last long. S'you from around here?"

Yi narrows her eyes slightly as she sneaks another peek of the sketch. Her notice of the mark simply raises a curious brow, but her note of it is purely mental as she gazes to Kaz with a telltale hint of something lying in those eyes of hers.

Agatha shrugs again, turning the sketchpad back towards herself and closing it. "I was, briefly. Now I am back. And you?" Her attention is on the other two as she tucks her pencil back into a pocket.

"Well. I'm from all sortsa places, but this's m'home now." Kaz shrugs. "Uncle Chugs, he asked me t'stay. So. I stayed."

Yi gets even more curious as Kaz weaves the Gnawer into the mesh of conversation, glancing back to judge the artisan's reaction.

Max wanders outside from the townhouse. Max has arrived.

Kaz is sitting on the steps of the Catholic Church, flute in hand. She appears to be taking a break from busking, as she's talking quietly with both Yi and the Fury. There's coffee sitting next to her, in a gargantuan styrofoam cup.

Yi takes another quick look around, as people pass by the trio in their hurry to get wherever they are going.

Max meanders down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. The trio catches the ragabash's eye despite pedestrian and vehicular traffic and she jay-walks in a beeline toward them, skimming between cars with the greatest of ease and the minimum of honks and glowers from drivers. "Yo," she greets generically, settling on the other side of Kaz's coffee and resting her elbows on the steps behind her. "That guy come buy who keeps leavin' buttons?" she asks Kaz.

Yi dips her head to Max, only now peering into the hat for said buttons. "Buttons?"

A brief flicker of recognition, or maybe just puzzlement, crosses the Greek woman's face at the mention of Uncle Chugs.

Kaz gives Max a thumbs up in greeting with one hand, the other still holding the flute. "Yeah, th' pissant. At least it was interestin' this time, though. Interestin', and stupid, all at the same time." She hands Max a green pin from her pocket, and then tilts her head at Agatha. "What, you dunno him?"

Yi chuckles lightly as the green pin is passed, then turns back to gaze at Agatha with an inquisitive shine in her eyes.

Agatha tucks the sketchpad back into the brown paper bag it came from. "I... might. It has been a long time." She glances at the newcomer, interested.

Kaz makes a gesture with the hand not holding the flute. "Yea tall, bald on top, got no manners at all, talks about that theater place alla time..."

Max looks at the pin, a smirk alighting on her lips. She crabs up and backward over the stairs and scoots over, resettling behind Kaz and sliding the pin across the back of her collar, leaving it there. "Damn straight." Eyes still lowered to Kaz's collar, she lifts them to look Agatha over, measuringly. "Dunno who?"

Yi has only heard about Uncle Chugs, never seen him.

Agatha almost visibly sorts through mental images until she finds the one she's looking for. "The Rialto, yes? And I have met Mr. Barlow, though only once or twice."

Kaz explains, "Chugs the fuckin' world traveler." She doesnt't seem to object to the pin in her collar. Or maybe she doesn't know it's there. "Yeah, Rialto. 's a good place t'be, sometimes. S'where'd you go, when you weren't here?"

Agatha says, simply, "Home." Her tone is clipped, and though there's feeling under the single word, it's a strange mix of homesickness and relief.

Max continues to watch Agatha while Kaz speaks, finally noting drolly, "I ain't met the dude either. But I hear if'ya stand in front ovva mirror 'n say Randyman ten times he shows up with a keg."

Agatha smirks faintly at the girl. "He could not do that when I met him."

Yi glances up at the sky and the people about, some of them slowing to look at the four conversing on the church steps, some just passing on, pointedly ignoring the busker and co. Agatha's tone almost brings her own tinge of homesickness, but that quickly turns chuckle at Max's comment. Getting up from her lean against the churchside, she dips her head to the others in quiet leave. "Be seein' you," she says as a departure note.