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Characters: Stoneface (stonyfaced) and Cara (feathered_earth)
Date/Time: August 5th, noon
Location: Hatchery
Rating: G
Summary: They meet up on their watch together. Stoneface wants to talk to her about her ridiculous work hours. And as a note, these are the lyrics of what's playing for Stoneface, and this is what's playing for Cara.
When Stoneface had arranged for himself and Cara to watch the Hatchery together, with speaking her about her hours in mind, he didn't anticipate everything that this place could throw at him. The strange costumes would have been fine, or raining gumdrops, or hell, even if steaks started growing on trees. This music was something else, though, this constant barrage that had appeared to him first in his dream. He wasn't much for music, but this hardly applied. Hell, he'd even take Music With Rocks In over this stuff.
It was an old soldier's song. That much was obvious from the chant and timbre of it, growing ever-louder, ever-faster. Whatever people were singing it didn't have the best voices, but they more than made up for it in unity and enthusiasm. It sounded cheerful, but he couldn't deny the ball of unease it planted in the bottom of his gut.
But he had to talk to Cara, regardless of the song--
How do they rise up, rise up high?
--and hope to the Gods that her music was louder than his own. He tapped the Guard that was still on vigil and took up the familiar post by the Hatchery, glaring daggers at nothing at all. It was not often that he was in a good mood, being in a bad mood was customary, if not unpleasant, but his mood was a downright foul one. Still, he attempted to contort his face into something that wasn't entirely dangerous. This was a talk bred of concern, not anger.
Date/Time: August 5th, noon
Location: Hatchery
Rating: G
Summary: They meet up on their watch together. Stoneface wants to talk to her about her ridiculous work hours. And as a note, these are the lyrics of what's playing for Stoneface, and this is what's playing for Cara.
When Stoneface had arranged for himself and Cara to watch the Hatchery together, with speaking her about her hours in mind, he didn't anticipate everything that this place could throw at him. The strange costumes would have been fine, or raining gumdrops, or hell, even if steaks started growing on trees. This music was something else, though, this constant barrage that had appeared to him first in his dream. He wasn't much for music, but this hardly applied. Hell, he'd even take Music With Rocks In over this stuff.
It was an old soldier's song. That much was obvious from the chant and timbre of it, growing ever-louder, ever-faster. Whatever people were singing it didn't have the best voices, but they more than made up for it in unity and enthusiasm. It sounded cheerful, but he couldn't deny the ball of unease it planted in the bottom of his gut.
But he had to talk to Cara, regardless of the song--
How do they rise up, rise up high?
--and hope to the Gods that her music was louder than his own. He tapped the Guard that was still on vigil and took up the familiar post by the Hatchery, glaring daggers at nothing at all. It was not often that he was in a good mood, being in a bad mood was customary, if not unpleasant, but his mood was a downright foul one. Still, he attempted to contort his face into something that wasn't entirely dangerous. This was a talk bred of concern, not anger.