One Hundred and Seventh Riff
Another one of these days, huh?...
Every once in a while, we have these... weird-ass weekends where almost anything goes. Everyone's affected by something else. It can be really funny, horrifically depressing, or just downright terrifying. Sometimes, it doesn't really even have an impact on your life.
Kinda makes me wonder: Anyone ever get affected by a curse, yet barely even noticed? Like, a lying curse, but you never really were confronted about anything, meaning you hardly lied at all. A nudity curse, but you stayed in bed all day simply because? I've had a few of 'em, like... Like that cannibal curse a while back. I don't really eat, is the thing; I felt the hunger, but it didn't overwhelm me. Just... thoughts that crossed my mind, but by the end of the day, I didn't even try to bite anyone. Had a beer, watched a movie, and I was good to go.
Take me, for instance. Right now, I've got a bunch of cuts all over me that're bleedin'. Not too bad, except this one pretty deep wound. Took me a while to figure out why they're there, but they're old cuts and stuff I got a while back. Including this one I got when I was mugged... They're wrapped up pretty nice, so it's really not getting much in the way. Plus, you kinda feel a little badassed when you're all bloodied and bandaged and still walkin'.
On a separate subject: I've been thinkin' of what else I could do with my time here. I mean, there's not a hell of a lot of people who've been here for too long. That... Well, that makes some things difficult. Like, I've always wanted to start up my own recording studio. An actual record label here in the City. Problem, though? Not a lot of people who can organize well enough to do a few sessions simply because they're not here long enough. And I'm not exactly sure what would happen to their CDs if they disappear. Would they stick around? Or would they vanish like the rest of 'em? That would be pretty nasty for business. Who'd buy a CD that won't even stick around for more than a few days?
Maybe I could start up my own music club. Somethin' I could organize. Somethin' more specialized. A small concert hall. The City's own CBGB. There's usually enough small acts that can get together and do a show. If that rockstar curse was any indication, there's at least some people out there who truly have the talent for it. But maybe rockers are in a very unfortunate minority here. I don't really "get" the demographics of this place yet, since it's constantly changing. But maybe there's a compromise that can be made here. Something.
Then again, for all that, I'd have to rebuild my social life. I need to go out for drinks with people, make some new friends. stuff like that. I'm still pretty down, but I gotta keep myself moving, right? That's what's important.
[ooc: Affected by the Souvenirs You Never Lose curse. Video reply at risk of your own constitution; she's a bleeder.]
Every once in a while, we have these... weird-ass weekends where almost anything goes. Everyone's affected by something else. It can be really funny, horrifically depressing, or just downright terrifying. Sometimes, it doesn't really even have an impact on your life.
Kinda makes me wonder: Anyone ever get affected by a curse, yet barely even noticed? Like, a lying curse, but you never really were confronted about anything, meaning you hardly lied at all. A nudity curse, but you stayed in bed all day simply because? I've had a few of 'em, like... Like that cannibal curse a while back. I don't really eat, is the thing; I felt the hunger, but it didn't overwhelm me. Just... thoughts that crossed my mind, but by the end of the day, I didn't even try to bite anyone. Had a beer, watched a movie, and I was good to go.
Take me, for instance. Right now, I've got a bunch of cuts all over me that're bleedin'. Not too bad, except this one pretty deep wound. Took me a while to figure out why they're there, but they're old cuts and stuff I got a while back. Including this one I got when I was mugged... They're wrapped up pretty nice, so it's really not getting much in the way. Plus, you kinda feel a little badassed when you're all bloodied and bandaged and still walkin'.
On a separate subject: I've been thinkin' of what else I could do with my time here. I mean, there's not a hell of a lot of people who've been here for too long. That... Well, that makes some things difficult. Like, I've always wanted to start up my own recording studio. An actual record label here in the City. Problem, though? Not a lot of people who can organize well enough to do a few sessions simply because they're not here long enough. And I'm not exactly sure what would happen to their CDs if they disappear. Would they stick around? Or would they vanish like the rest of 'em? That would be pretty nasty for business. Who'd buy a CD that won't even stick around for more than a few days?
Maybe I could start up my own music club. Somethin' I could organize. Somethin' more specialized. A small concert hall. The City's own CBGB. There's usually enough small acts that can get together and do a show. If that rockstar curse was any indication, there's at least some people out there who truly have the talent for it. But maybe rockers are in a very unfortunate minority here. I don't really "get" the demographics of this place yet, since it's constantly changing. But maybe there's a compromise that can be made here. Something.
Then again, for all that, I'd have to rebuild my social life. I need to go out for drinks with people, make some new friends. stuff like that. I'm still pretty down, but I gotta keep myself moving, right? That's what's important.
[ooc: Affected by the Souvenirs You Never Lose curse. Video reply at risk of your own constitution; she's a bleeder.]