When the muses strike...

[worseforfears]

Becky is writing. Music, that is. In the music room. She's got a couple of different notebooks scattered around the piano, and she's currently fiddling with melodies and harmonies and chords

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[ourowndragons]

Annie is, as a matter of fact, looking for Becky. She hasn't seen her for a while, and she's more than a little annoyed by that. Annie's been wandering all through the basement trying to find her since she woke up and realized Becky wasn't there.

The music room probably should have been one of the first places she looked, but Annie logic is special, so by the time she does find Becky in the music room... she's been looking a while, and is, by now, extremely frustrated. "Where have you been?"

[worseforfears]

Becky, of course, doesn't even register the question at first, being too caught up in getting just the right progression on the transition between the chorus and the bridge.

She stops after a few seconds, once her brain feels the need to alert her that yes, she did hear a question.

"Huh?" She blinks and glances over her shoulder. "Oh. Just here." She grabs a pen and scribbles some chords down over the lyrics.

[ourowndragons]

Annie sighs and walks over to stand behind her, frowning at the scribbled lyrics and then looking at Becky with raised eyebrows. "You didn't come back to the room last night. Did you even sleep?"

Annie doesn't have much experience with muses, and she's not exactly looking for the signs. For the moment, she's willing to put this down to ordinary Becky-craziness. She'll be a lot more displeased when she realizes what the hell's going on.

[worseforfears]

"Um..." Becky frowns, trying to think. In all honesty, she only fell asleep for about an hour, her head pillowed on her arms, still sitting at the piano. "I think so, yeah." She smiles a little. "Oh!"

She shuffles through the papers, flips through a notebook, and then grins, holding it out. "Here. I wrote it for your voice, I think it would sound really good."

[ourowndragons]

"You think so? Sleep is the sort of thing you should remember, Becky. I mean, not necessarily the actual sleep, but at least the falling asleep part, and the waking up, and hopefully a few hours passed in between those two things..."

Annie takes a moment to blink at the notebook uncertainly, though she doesn't actually reach out and take it yet. It's not like she thinks it's going to bite her or anything, she's just not sure how they got from whether or not Becky had slept to... this. The fact that Becky's sitting at a piano should be a clue, but... again! Annie logic. "What?"

[worseforfears]

"I hear you sing. In the shower. And you've got a really nice voice, so... I wrote a song for you to sing." She's grinning hopefully and still holding the notebook out.

The lyrics are about a fictional barista for which the singer carries a torch. Very cute.

[ourowndragons]

There's really nothing Annie can do but take the notebook, the way Becky's grinning at her like that. It's... okay, actually, it's a little unsettling. Not that she doesn't like Becky smiling, but she doesn't seem like she's all there.

Annie takes the notebook and studies it dubiously for a second. "It's cute," she says after a moment, and she can't help but smile for a little. "Kind of weird for you, but... Oh my God!"

[worseforfears]

Becky had taken to doodling on her arm (a pattern for a possible new tattoo) while Annie was reading, and she jumps and squeaks a little when Annie finishes.

"What? What is it? Did I write something too cheesy?"

Yes, Becky, because that's the only possible thing it could be.

[ourowndragons]

"You!" Annie flails at her with perhaps unnecessary enthusiasm, the notebook still in hand, and comes close to hitting Becky in the head with it a time or two - completely unintentionally, really. "You talked to a muse, didn't you? And now you're all... doodly and music-making and... If I poured water on you, do you think it would snap you out of it?"

[worseforfears]

Becky frowns a little. For all her being an angel... she actually hasn't run into a muse before. That she knows of. She doesn't even know they exist. So this is... confusing.

"I... didn't commune with any of the Greek pantheon, no." Pause. "Though that would make a good song." And she's grabbed a notebook and started scribbling.

When a muse runs into someone who's already pretty high on the output levels, compared to most folks... yeah, she's a bit insane with it.

[ourowndragons]

"No, not... Muses! You know, crazy artist types who run around and make everyone they talk to into crazy artist types too? I'm sure you get along with them great, which is exactly why you really shouldn't..."

Annie trails off, realizing she's really not getting through. She wonders if she grabs the notebook out of Becky's hands and... beats her with it, something might get through. Something like sanity.

[worseforfears]

Becky stops and looks up. "They actually exist?"

Well, that's news to her. She'll have to pay attention more, now. Then she laughs a little. "There was a girl sitting under a table in the cafeteria. Drawing. Like... insane drawing, there was paper everywhere."

[ourowndragons]

Annie growls. "That's just great. You just... stay away from her from now on, okay? No muses for Becky." She gives her a reproving look, like she's talking to a small child. "Also, you should probably eat. Or something."

[worseforfears]

"Yeah-huh," Becky responds in a distracted sort of way. She's... sort of lost interest in the conversation and gone back to scribbling, playing a short chord progression before going back to scribbling.

Sorry, Annie. You'll have to get her away from the piano. And since she can't walk, you'll have to get her back in her wheelchair.

[ourowndragons]

Right now, Annie's really more considering throwing the notebook at her head. It's only her ribs that she needs to be careful around, right? Her head's fair game!

"Becky," Annie says slowly, grabbing her by the shoulder and pulling her back a little, leaning in to catch her eye. "You need to eat. Put down the pen and step away from the piano. Well. Not exactly step. But I can wheel you away."