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melodiesofkupo2018-04-12 12:18 pm
songbird_slayer) wrote in melodiesofkupo2018-04-12 12:18 pm
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[Video]
...Excellent! My Lady, it's ready!
[The interior of a sparsely-decorated room flickers to life over the feed, and it's immediately apparent that the room belonged to one of the newcomers pulled fresh from the Dream Width, and someone is playing some sort of music. But as someone hoists up the slate and swings it to the right, the figure seated in the chair is currently occupied.
Ring-covered fingers are strumming the strings of something guitar-like, and the figure is rather lost in it, singing nothing in particular. This goes on for about ten seconds.]
Ahem... Lady Madhuri?
[The figure sits up a little taller with a start, eyes fluttering open. The music resumed as she continued to strum, but the smile was sheepish as her eyes turned to the screen.]
Oh. Oh! Yes, thank you. I'm sorry, my instruments seem to have been left behind in the last jump. Makes a bard's fingers itchy. This loaner suits me nicely until I pay this world's bard college a visit.
[With a flourish, she raised a hand and wiggled her fingers in greeting.]
Good afternoon. I am Madhuri, a bard and a dancer by trade. I found myself curious, so I had to cut the ribbon on this little network as it were and pose a question:
Where are you from? What's your tale? ...Of what you're comfortable sharing, of course. Perhaps this can grant the opportunity to build a little bit of a... a... ohh, what's the word- rapport! Yes. A rapport.
Tell me tales of adventure, of victories and defeats, of loves won and loves lost! Perhaps I'll create a song out of a few, and it will be a little gift. Free, of course. Unless of course you're willing to tip.
[She pulled her feathered cap from atop her head and gave it a tip.]
That's all from me. Enjoy your day. For those of you still panicking about your situation? Breathe, dear. In and out. It'll be alright. Find friends and hold them dear.
Bye-bye~
[The interior of a sparsely-decorated room flickers to life over the feed, and it's immediately apparent that the room belonged to one of the newcomers pulled fresh from the Dream Width, and someone is playing some sort of music. But as someone hoists up the slate and swings it to the right, the figure seated in the chair is currently occupied.
Ring-covered fingers are strumming the strings of something guitar-like, and the figure is rather lost in it, singing nothing in particular. This goes on for about ten seconds.]
Ahem... Lady Madhuri?
[The figure sits up a little taller with a start, eyes fluttering open. The music resumed as she continued to strum, but the smile was sheepish as her eyes turned to the screen.]
Oh. Oh! Yes, thank you. I'm sorry, my instruments seem to have been left behind in the last jump. Makes a bard's fingers itchy. This loaner suits me nicely until I pay this world's bard college a visit.
[With a flourish, she raised a hand and wiggled her fingers in greeting.]
Good afternoon. I am Madhuri, a bard and a dancer by trade. I found myself curious, so I had to cut the ribbon on this little network as it were and pose a question:
Where are you from? What's your tale? ...Of what you're comfortable sharing, of course. Perhaps this can grant the opportunity to build a little bit of a... a... ohh, what's the word- rapport! Yes. A rapport.
Tell me tales of adventure, of victories and defeats, of loves won and loves lost! Perhaps I'll create a song out of a few, and it will be a little gift. Free, of course. Unless of course you're willing to tip.
[She pulled her feathered cap from atop her head and gave it a tip.]
That's all from me. Enjoy your day. For those of you still panicking about your situation? Breathe, dear. In and out. It'll be alright. Find friends and hold them dear.
Bye-bye~
[video]
What an adventure! I've only heard of constructs that could traverse through space- they call them spelljammers- but you have me building a desire to see one, to touch one, perhaps safely look at space itself with no fear of its cold and lack of oxygen. How fascinating!
I do wonder what that 'thing' is that birthed the monster you fought. An egg, perhaps...?
[video]
Spelljammers? [ Hunk gives her a quizzical look, because that's a super bizarre name, but he does take note of that magical implication. Why does everyone but him know about magic? ] You can just call it a spaceship, you know. The airship we woke up on in the Dream Width is pretty close...
[ He scoffs, but he's still definitely smiling. ] ...Even if it seems a little primitive. But if you think that's cool, imagine having a suit of armor that lets you go floating out into space!
[video]
[Have some jazz hands, Hunk. It helps to say 'spelljammers' while wiggling the ol' fingers.]
Armor that lets you float in space...? Does it cover your face somehow? I wonder how one breathes out there.
[video]
[ Hunk, a man prone to humor and mirth, mirrors her jazz hands with his own, and an invested grin. ]
It really does roll off the tongue. And my armor has a helmet that's connected to an air supply, so I can use it underwater, too! Plus it has this jetpack that lets me kinda control where I go.
[ His story-gathering new friend may notice that a piece of otherworldly-looking suit of white-and-yellow armor is visible in the video's frame. ]
[video]
It's a hell of a conversation starter.
[video]
I'd, uh... have to get asked first. [ But he shrugs all that off, and after a breath reverts back to his typical demeanor. ]
The closest I've gotten is cooking Earth food for a meeting of alien diplomats. [ And then he looks off-screen. ] Defending the universe was a pretty busy job.