I've finally come to learn where tomorrow will be,

[timidheart]

Who: Are you musically inclined? Then you!
What: There has been talk of a Grove-wide Jam session for some time. Time to make it happen!
When: After the event
Where: Watchtower bar!
Warnings: Small Alcohol warning, since bar.


[Seems like they all could use something to unwind with. Mayoi was not trapped in the dream, but he did spend a lot of time being absolutely distraught over those who were. He almost felt like it was a little too soon, but honestly, what better way to try and get rid of the nerves and forget about the horrors than music, right?]

[So, he bravely made the arrangements with the bar so they could have their little Jam session. Snacks and Drinks are available per either Luca's arrangements or Mayoi's (or both). He probably did some stress baking this month, not gonna lie.]

[Feel free to mingle and chat! And play! And sing! Music!!!]

Comments

[sailingfor]

—ah, this one was written by someone else. I couldn't tell you who, sea shanties like this get passed around from Iberian sailor to Iberian sailor. I do know another that I wrote, if you'd like. Less of a shanty and more of a...

[His face scrunches up.]

"Fuck the past and fuck the government" type song. My generation got shafted a bit by our elders going on and on about a tragedy from ninety years ago.

[outofsynth]

Only if you want. A lot of great songs come from emotions like that, but if it's going to make you feel bad I'm happy to listen to whatever.

[Because obviously the best thing you can do with thoughts that make you feel bad is just not to think them.]

[sailingfor]

No, no, I won't feel bad. I wrote it with my partner Elysium — he's not here right now. He'd be dancing on tables and stripping.

[Says man who will also be dancing on tables (with his clothes on) later tonight? Yeah okay.]

Him and our... frrrriend, Jordi. [There's a dynamic going on here. Thorns clears his throat and adjusts his hold on the neck of the guitar.] Ah, actually, to be clear, Jordi wouldn't be dancing on tables or stripping, but he was our other writer. We unwittingly sucked him into it.

[...]

It's a slower song. Anyway—

[Enough talk, time to sing!]

[outofsynth]

[If he had realized this was the direction this conversation was going to go in he might have steered it some other way.

As it is, Min-Gi is forced to listen wide-eyed and red-faced as Thorns talks about men stripping off in public like it's no big deal. This is not what he'd signed up for.

Thankfully the song is an easy excuse not to have to respond to him, and is actually a lot more relaxing than he'd expected a "fuck the past and fuck the government" song to be.]

That's nice. It's a lot more optimistic than I thought it was going to be.

[sailingfor]

Jordi and Elysium are optimists. I don't believe Iberia will change, but they do. Maybe my grading on it was a little harsh, though. I believe that we don't need to return to the Golden Age and that me and my peers are fine as we are.

[He shakes his head and sighs. The context of the "Golden Age" is probably a bit lost on an outworlder, so he launches into a brief explanation:]

Which is, ah... essentially, Iberia lost all her ships and lighthouses in a war ninety years ago with the Seaborn, an event called the Profound Silence. It used to be a powerhouse of a nation, and now it's been usurped by other global powers like Victoria. It's all complicated political shit.

[He shrugs, then strums a few idle chords on the guitar.]

But that was well before any of us were born. It's one of those things you wish your elders would move on from, you know?

[outofsynth]

The Seaborn, like... our Seaborn?

[It's hard to picture the Seaborn being vicious, but that one guy had mentioned this, hadn't he?]

I guess it's hard to say for sure when we're from totally different worlds, but hanging onto something from ninety years ago doesn't seem like a good idea for anyone.

[sailingfor]

Similar. I've since learnt that they only caused the Profound Silence because Iberians attacked them first. That isn't what our history texts say — censorship is alive and well.

[The notes get strummed, and Thorns shrugs, though he thinks to himself that now is the time to ask questions of his own. He doesn't know much about Min-Gi, after all.]

What is your world like? Are your elders better?

[outofsynth]

[What a fun question! Min-Gi resumes fiddling with the knobs on his synth, as though it might somehow keep him from having to answer.]

Your elders are your leaders, right?

[That's the impression he's getting from Thorns anyway.]

[sailingfor]

[He shrugs a second time, watching the synth. He's never so much as touched one, so he wonders idly what Min-Gi is doing. Tuning it, maybe.]

Or parents. Whoever's in charge, really.

[outofsynth]

I think they're better.

[Things have been tough since he started being more honest with them, but it's not like his parents are stopping him ditching school to go play music in a foreign country with his best friend. They worry, but he can't really blame them for that. Especially not after disappearing off the face of the Earth for months on end without so much as a word of warning.]

My parents worked hard to set me up for the best life they could. I'm grateful to them.