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Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Bloodsport!
Broadcast: Maybe?
Action: Probably!
When: Right now!

[SO HEY GUYS WHAT'VE YOU BEEN UP TO.

what's cooking on the Bloodsport? what fresh drama is unfolding?

has anyone thanked Robin for how the cargo hold doesn't smell like death and slowly-reversing decay anymore because that stuff was gross.]

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[Manolo is always happy to see Cole about the ship. He brings good vibes with him, and knowing he's around makes this whole experience a little more bearable. As soon as he notices Cole on his travels, he smiles and gives a wave. ]

Hola, Cole. How're you doing?

Hello!

[He beelines over, doing that odd thing where he gains colour and realness close to Manolo.]

I've been helping people. And making friends. I think I've been making friends. You feel well.

[That is so weird, but Manolo tries to be cool about it. It's just one of those things that makes Cole, well, Cole. ]

That's good! I'm glad you're making friends.

I'm fine, I promise.

You're still a little sad, but you want to help more than you're sad.

I feel like that sometimes. Helping makes it ache less. Does it make you ache less?

[It always takes him a moment, to remember that Cole can see right through him where most others can't. His smile softens, a little. ]

Yeah, it does. It makes things feel a little better.

[Not through. Into.]

That's good. And your music makes people happy, that's good too. You like sharing music.

[That's even creepier. ]

Of course I do. Music is life. It makes everyone feel better about themselves.

Does it?

I didn't know that. I should learn more about music. I could help people with it!

[Manolo can't help but smile at that. ]

Well, if you ever want to learn, I can teach you a thing or two.

[He'd much rather pass that along than all that matador training he was expected to pass along one day.]

I've never really noticed music made by instruments.

I hear lots of songs. But no one else I know hears them.

Tell me about music?

Well, what would you like to know about it? It's a pretty wide subject. Where do you want to start?

At the beginning.

[Duh. Of course.]

[Wow, he has to learn to be more specific when talking to Cole. ]

...Okay, how about we start with the chords?

All right.

I don't know what those are.

They're what makes music. Like...bricks and wood, that come together to make a building.

I think I understand that. Like watching Nadezhda making weapons in the smithy with Harritt. They take lumps of metal and wood and cloth and make beautiful things.

YES! Exactly like that. [He grins and shows his guitar, showing off the neck. ]

These are where you create the chords, pressing at a certain place, makes the string make a different sound.

I've never made anything before.

[He leans in, nodding and looking.]

Well, now you have a chance.

[He explains each chord giving a demonstration of each sound they make, and goes through the scales. ]

See? With these, you can make any music you want.

[He pays attention, but he's also listening to the memories behind the learning, the satisfaction of doing something he loves, the enjoyment of making something beautiful.]

It's beautiful.

[And of course, everything Manolo learned, he learned himself. Painstakingly figuring out each chord, while his father looked on in disappointment. It did nothing to ease the pride young Manolo felt, when he got it right.]

I like to think so.

[He offers the guitar over.]

Want to give it a try?

I might break it.

[He wouldn't want to damage Manolo's guitar. It means too much.]

Trust me, it's been through a lot, unless you throw it at the wall, it'll be fine.

I won't throw it at anything.

[He reaches out and hesitantly takes the guitar.]

I trust you won't.

See? That's not all that bad, is it? Try plucking a string.