"Yeah, I opted out of the memory-sharing gig after a couple years ransacking it for the best stuff."

Shrug. "There's something a little pathetic about living your whole life in BDs but that doesn't mean shutting them out entirely either. And I sold BDs for a while. Eh... Not sure what point I was trying to make, doesn't really matter. What's learning magic like?"

"Depends on the type. Mine is all about learning to visualize and manipulate complicated hyperplanar topology, but there are people who learn magic songs, or how to express their innermost heart through magic, or how to connect to natural sources of mana and animistic spirits - and that's just scratching the surface. Artificery magic is most common, I am technically an Artificer because I am only magic because of my tools. Artificery is basically a way of recording other magics for playback later, sometimes with a limited reservoir of internal power like most wands and sometimes just permanently like with most other enchanted items."

"Magic songs sound more my speed. The first thing sounds like a mathematician's wet dream. Is most OTC stuff artifice then?"

"Most of it, since 's how you make stuff tradable. Some stuff like the skylimes and sinflower just naturally grows that way."

Her horns are now visibly starting the slightly face-misshaping process of retracting. The black scales are showing gaps too.

"Well, you guys are going to make a moonful of money off us, and vice versa. Set up an Earth-Mars teleporting train and it'll be packed full for decades to come at just about any ticket price you care to name. And tech's repeatable too, I should buy stock in a 'stacking company when I get back right away 'cause I bet they'll boom."

"Yeah, I'll be telling a few of my friends about this quietly so they can get in on the ground floor, for sure. Always good money in a new Trade world."

"We heading to the club these guys are playing at now or what? I kinda want to eat a skylime real quick and see what it's like first if we've still got a few."

"We'd better hurry over now, we're starting to cut it a bit close. Fortunately we're right by a teleport station here, it's just over there -" She points. "Let's go."

To the teleport station she goes! She fidgets with her fidget tesseract.

"Really looking forward to this concert but more long term... What I should do, aside from nerding out over magic and tech, is get some instruments later. Flute, guitar, harp, keyboard, maybe a violin or sax."

"Tone sphere's prominent too these days - magical synth form factor, looks like a translucent floating orb."

She leads the way through the teleport rings, flashing her paycard for the pair of them.

Changeling makes a quick detour to buy a 50-OTC monthly ring pass. When she comes back she has ears and a tail again. "How do you play a tone sphere? Not with fingers, one assumes."

"You 'kine it, usually. Some you can play manually but that only gives you the outer surface to mess with." 

Hannah hangs a left and steps into something pretty recognizable as a bar. She pays a cover charge at the door ("she's with me") and settles in at a table. 

"Want anything to eat while you wait?"

"Can you get telekinesis? That'd be handy. Ooh, how about an interesting new drink? A slightly magic one, ideally. You sure I shouldn't be paying for some of this?"

"You can, standard package is will and intent-based, takes training just like playing the piano with both hands. Raspberry Smash with a shot of Chorister? I don't drink anymore myself, lost a decade to a drug phase a while back. And really, don't sweat it, I'm a dimensional mage, I bought my own immortality. I could give you this bar as a gift if I wanted to. Not that I like to boast, but..." She shrugs. 

"What would I even do with a whole entire bar. Except drink it?" Thoughtful tail-wag. "Oh uh, are there rules about recording the concert? Some places have that. Can't very well keep people from trading memories I'd think but BDs are a bit different maybe."

She orders a Raspberry Smash with a shot of Chorister while observing for clues about whether one gives tips here.

"Nah, no rules about recordings. Tradeable memories just about put paid to that."

People are occasionally tipping a TK or two, often fresh-minted. Hannah sets aside an invisible octahedron with a glowing silver spark in the center. "That'll pay for good service all night," she says. 

"Looks powerful whatever it is. Lemme guess... Chron?"

"Yep," says Hannah. "And I see the openers setting up - they're usually decent at these things, I don't know them. Looks like a Tone Sphere player and some guitars."

"You know I haven't actually been to a good and proper concert for a while? It's been mostly about the aesthetically wandering in wilderness for me the last couple years. Singing on fjords and moors. Meeting shepherds and goats. Not without internet access, 'course."

She takes a fairly big gulp of her drink, and pays attention.

"...Holyshit ♪maaa-gic drugs♫." Grin.

Hannah grins. "Yeah, Chorister's cool. Recent, too. You can feel the range it gives you, yeah?" 

The band is finishing their setup, looks like.

"Huh? Oh! Let's go LooooOOOOO-"

She can get her voice extremely basey, apparently. She giggles.

"Nice! But it looks like the show's starting."

The opening band announce themselves as Winged Serpent and launch into their set. They've got a crunchy-guitar-with-glassy-synth kind of thing going; their singer can do high and ethereal or strident and commanding pretty well. Their lyrics seem to be mostly about fighting to take over hell(s).

Those are some pretty good lyrics! She orders several 'surprise me's over the course of the set.

And grins at Hannah once or twice.

But mostly just listens.

Hannah grins back. She goes through a lemon twist and a root beer: Changeling gets shockberry rum (tingles on the tongue!) and marala liqueur on ice (about the consistency of cough syrup, though it tastes much better) and a shot of sinflower liqueur, which hannah raises an eyebrow at but doesn't further comment on.