driftfleet

Who: Seymour and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Red Fish
When: Late April (sorry for the late...)

[The feed opens on Seymour, obviously struggling to get the communicator to work. It takes him a few good seconds to realize he's live, and he looks a little sheepish as he speaks.]

Um, hey everyone, I have a question. So I was on one of those asteroids the other day, and I think I was talking to myself about something, I dunno. But people kept giving me money and I heard them saying that I was singing? But I wasn't singing at all.

Does singing mean something else down there? I would have just shrugged it off as someone being drunk if it was just one person, but at least five people came up to me just today.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy I have more money now, but I'm kinda freaking out about this.

...I really hope this thing is working right…

((OOC: Anyone who's been around him enough, especially though who are crew members of the Red Fish, should notice that Seymour does in fact break into song when he's talking to himself.))

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[Billy clicks his feed on for a moment, then realizes that it's rather silly when they're both on the same ship, and maybe not something Seymour necessarily wants to talk about in front of everyone. So he approaches with his usual awkward smile.]

Hi, I got your message! We haven't really toured the asteroids together, but maybe we can resolve this?

I have heard a male voice singing near the laboratory now and then. It's definitely not Ardyn, it can't be me, and I don't think it's Carl...

You have?

[That's... weird, to say the least.]

Well... I guess I do hum to myself sometimes when tending to the plants, maybe that's what you're hearing?

Well...yes, sort of. But there are words as well. And words with a musical lilt are singing.

There I thought you actually liked singing to yourself to distract yourself from the vast coldness of space outside.

[He is now smiling rather amused at Seymour's predicament. Did the guy not even know that he sang occasionally? Perhaps, it helped him when he worked?]

One could argue that all language is a song. (The melody and harmony being the chosen cadence of someone's words.) Does it embarrass you?

[Seymour starts feeling a little uneasy as he realizes the implications Billy is making there.]

But I feel like I would have remembered something like that. People don't just sing and not realize it

I don't think I do? I mean, I guess I don't mind singing, but I never thought I actually did it very often.

[And frankly it's concerning that multiple people are saying that he is singing.]

But you don't normally get paid to talk... most of the time.

[Wait there are things like public speakers, aren't there?

He rubs his shoulder awkwardly.]

I guess it does a little. I like the attention, but I don't really think it's deserved.

Oh, you do. I've heard your melodies echoing through the cold interior of our ship many a time.

[He just didn't bother to bring it up because he thought it helped you?]

Many find a way to keep themselves distracted from things they do not wish to think about.

That depends entirely on who might be listening and what information you are imparting.

(Well yes. Even on Arda, teaching is a valued profession.)

You are not forcing anyone to enjoy your words or pay you for what you say. I would enjoy the attention.

(Not him literally. Just...the more universal "I" in the case of that last sentence.)

...well, I've never heard of it happening before, but we're dealing with unprecedented territory. Maybe it's a quirk of your implant?

[Oh great, one more thing to be embarrassed about.]

I guess there's a lot of things I don't wanna think about... you don't think it's weird at all?

[Does he mean the fact he doesn't recall singing or the singing in general, even he's not sure.]

Perhaps you are singing and do not even know it? A song can come in your heart very suddenly, I have found.

That's a good point. I just... I dunno, I've just been wondering lately if I deserve the attention.

[What with the murder and all.

... Wait he didn't really want to even imply it.]

You know, because I'm not really interesting as a person.

That's probably it, I've would have heard some complaints if I did it at home.

[Mostly from Mr. Mushnik.]

But does that kind of thing happen? I guess of all things to happen because of this [gestures to his implant.] it could be worse, but it's creepy.

You mustn't think so little of yourself. Everyone has a gift - a talent - he can share with others. (Even if the talent is something more sinister.) Why do you see yourself in such a poor light?

From what I've heard, there's a range of effects. People have gained and lost abilities, years of their lives, spoken language, memories...

[He shudders. That's his least favorite possibility.]

The sponsors should increase your pay for that, at the least.

No, I don't. If you find singing a release for your inner most demons then feel free to express them. These ships can feel quite empty without the usual sounds of humans aboard.

[As in feel free to sing?]

[ Carl happens to catch Seymour's message as he's on his way to the kitchen, though some of it is caught as he makes his broadcast. He hasn't really stopped to get to know the newer members of the ship, but he should. The guy looks pretty harmless, anyway. ]

You didn't mean to sing to yourself?

[ Beth used to sing to herself, or sing for them in the prison. It was nice, so hearing it sometimes, even softly in the halls, felt a little more like home. Even if Seymour didn't exactly want to.. ]

I think that might be the case, actually... Wait are you saying you do that too?

[He's not sure he's happy or not that the one person who understands him is a talking candle.]

Because I'm not really good at much. All I can really do is take care of plants. I guess that's my talent?

[He's too good at it, if anything.]

There is no shame in that! Plants need a special touch to thrive. Have you visited the gardens on the Iskaulit?

Why didn't anyone tell me this earlier?

[Wait, what about his pay?]

... Wait, I can just ask for a raise, just like that?

[He says as if money for compensation is an unusual thing to do.]

"Inner most demons"...?

[You really do talk strange, Ardyn.]

I'm glad you like it, I just wish I could be aware of when I'm singing, I guess.

[Always a 50/50 on if he's the best person to have your corner or not, really. ]

But of course! There's nothing unusual about that.

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