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!

Action

[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!

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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.

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, man- Zeppelin, right? Classic, can't go wrong. Or, uh, Pink Floyd, Ramones, Sex Pistols-

Man, why'd I have to be wearing all the winter shit? I coulda brought some records to the place.