Let Me Sing You the Song of My People

[peacockherald]

Who: Vanyel Ashkevron & Anyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: S.S. Starstruck
When: Now

[ The feed pops open to show Vanyel, his hair pulled back in a loose queue that falls over one shoulder. It's like he tried his best to look good for this broadcast, but that surely was not it at all. He didn't even bother to dye out that gray streak running from his temple back into the rest of his hair. In his arms he is cradling a guitar in his arms, fingers idly plucking, soft little twangs underscoring his words when he speaks. ]

Good day - evening, perhaps? It is so hard to tell on the ships. 

I was wondering, as we travel to our new destination, if any one would wish to share the music of their home worlds with me? Music has always been a passion of mine, and I feel that the music of a world tells a much deeper story than simply words. I would appreciate, and be honored, to hear yours. 

[ For those who are aboard the Starstruck, he is sitting in what counts as his room, strumming the guitar though the tune itself is something that is more at home in a medieval king's court than it is aboard a sleek spaceship - or even on a guitar. He will gladly receive any visitors who wish to stop by. ]

Comments

[Video]

[averagestar]

Is that okay? I'm not good with an instrument or anything, but... My job is actually being a singer back home, so I'd actually be pretty happy to sing if you don't mind.

Aside from that, I'm actually trying to put together some music from everyone's worlds myself, so we might be able to gather up some people to help out!

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda was walking her way back through the ship after fetching a drink from the mess area when she overhears Vanyel's guitar strumming. She stops at the door, listening briefly to the melody of his playing before making her presence known.]

I did not know we had any musicians on board.

[iamawaited]

Glory be, I wish! Where'd you get that? Ship's not the same as home without the war drums and guitars around.

[Video]

[jamminshield]

Ooh ooh ooh! I love music! My dad's a rock star! I really really wanna share some music with you!

Re: [Video]

[peacockherald]

_{[ He blinks, seeing such a young boy, but he smiles quickly. He had always liked children, even if he technically had none of his own. ]}

I would be honored to hear it. If you teach me, I could play some of your father's songs for you, though I know I shall not sound precisely like him.

[peacockherald]

It was a gift from a friend I made on another ship. Perhaps on another of the planets or way stations we come to they might have one you could trade for.

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[peacockherald]

_{[ He looked up, smiling at the young woman, pressing his fingers over the string to still them. ]}

I have not found time of late to play. I hope I was not disturbing you.

[Video]

[jamminshield]

Really?! Great! I'm sure if you do your best, that'll be enough!

I really wish I had one of his CDs with him. But I think I got parts of his songs memorized at least!

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[mucked]

[ oh, she can't be denied her curious soul -- her investigative nature. and although she's barely been aboard the starstruck for more than a few days, there's little that stops her from poking her nose into places that raise her interest. and the music -- floating sweetly on the air -- draws her to his door.

she is the new recruit on the ship. the strange face. she's been closed off -- impersonal -- but that's changing day by day. her knuckles rap against the doorway. ]

All work and no play, hm? [ a terse smile. the music reminds her a little of greensleeves. ]

[thatwhichyields]

[She had no great talent like Thelesis de Mornay, to make a room hold its breath at her voice. But Phedre is d'Angeline, and beauty is in their very marrow. She can sing, without embarrassing herself. But here, with no familiar company around her, the Exile's Lament seems much more appropriate.

Phedre smiles at him, through the camera, slightly sad.]

I have a poem that we say, when we have been far from home.

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda returns the smile with a small one of her own.]

No, you were not. I was passing by when I heard your playing. Where did you find a guitar?

[iamawaited]

Oh. Probably can't trade for a whole new rig, though -- not to mention the war band.

[peacockherald]

No, I would say not. The Way Stations have been rather basic for the most part. But I am sure over time you could acquire all you need.

[iamawaited]

You think?

[Do not make him dream of getting his very own Doof Wagon, Vanyel. That is a mistake.]

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[peacockherald]

It was gifted to me by a friend on another ship. It is a new instrument for me, so I have been slowly teaching myself.

_{[ He motioned to a bit of free space. ]}

Please, have a seat if you like.

[peacockherald]

_{[ Well he doesn't really think that'll fit on their ship anyways, so they're probably safe. ]}

One should never rule out a possibility. Given time, hard work, and some ingenuity, I am sure you could start putting together something reminiscent of your home world.

[iamawaited]

Oh, yeah. I've already started working on it a little.

[He pans the camera over to the pilot's console to show his handiwork. Bits of scrap have wound up there on the dashboard, twisted or pieced together into decorative shapes: a skull, some kind of reptilian creature -- even a blocky, sharp-edged miniature tanker.]

[peacockherald]

_{[ It is not hard for him to pick out the sadness in her look. He did not even have to use his empathetic powers. ]}

Yes? I would love to hear it, if it is something you are allowed to share.

[peacockherald]

_{[ The decorations make him start lightly - mostly the reptilian creature. It reminds him far to much of the wyrsa, canine-reptilian creatures he had fought numerous times in his world, and nearly lost his life to. They had helped to take much more from him in his youth... ]}

That is quite the interesting aesthetic. Do the pieces mean something?

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[peacockherald]

_{[ Vanyel feels there is little to hide on the ship. So long as they respected each other's private quarters when the doors were closed, the ship reminded him much of the Collegium grounds - open to all. It was far to small to try and fight over every square inch, though they all needed some little nook to call their own. ]}

If one can call this work, I believe I am in the wrong profession - both here and in my own world.

You are our new crew mate, correct?

Re: [Video]

[peacockherald]

I can work with that, though you might have to repeat it a few times for me to get the notes.

Re: [Video]

[peacockherald]

Ah - so you are a bard in your own world?

_{[ Sorry, Uzuki, that's what a professional signer or musician is to him - a bard, or minstrel. ]}

I think it would be nice - a way for us all to connect as a larger group even though we so often sail separately.

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[averagestar]

I wouldn't say I'm a "bard" exactly, but I'm something like it, at least. Still, you wanted to hear a song from my world, right? Then... Do you mind if I sing on here? I can think of a song that would be good.

[iamawaited]

Just trying to make it look more like home, like you said. Here--

[He brightens a little and goes over to the console, turning the camera away from himself and ducking down a little so Vanyel can see what he's scratched onto the yoke: N U X.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda accepts his offer, and walks over to the empty seat.]

For a new instrument, you seem pretty comfortable with it.