"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.

Eventually Winged Serpent finishes playing and Devilmachine takes the stage. The front singer seems to be a tall, buxom deviless with a confident swagger.

She's followed by a short, pink-haired girl in a black hoodie emblazoned with the name of the band in red, plus a seven-pointed star. 

Hannah waves!

The frontwoman makes eye contact and nods just slightly.

Hannah grins and puts her arm down.

This is fuuuuun. New drinks, alien music on an alien world. (Changeling notices the raised eyebrow and connects the dots a minute later, then blushes about it.)

"She's hot," she says of Scythe.

"She is. Rose is a lucky devil. I've partner-swapped with them before in the Bowers, they're cool."

"Hmmm~ Monogamy is weird."

"It is. Still, no accounting for taste." 

"Alright, everyone. We are Devilmachine, Scythe on lead, and that's Rose behind me. Ready to rock?"