41st Song: Requiem of Bordom

[ttlyisabard]

[The comm post opens up with her playing an electric guitar; the amp was a bit away, so it wasn't too loud. When last she overheard Pickles and Nathan talking, they had assumed she wasn't a good guitarist. With her shortened nails, she was picking at the strings with all her fingers, dancing a complex song along the neck of the guitar. The sound

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[shipshapeshipco]

I happen to have a penchant for poetry as well as a liking for lyrics. I used to tout a talent of the tongue, but it's clearly a vulgar thing to say to young ladies. I save that one for young men!

[ttlyisabard]

[She giggled and blushed ferociously.]

Oh my ... I do like poetry though. I wish I was better at writing it myself.

[shipshapeshipco]

I respectfully request the privilege of writing a song to be performed by your minstrels. What sort of sentiment would you prefer? "Desperate longing" or "pitiful desire"?

[ttlyisabard]

Uh ... "desperate longing" would be more my style. "pitiful" is ... well ... pitiful.

[She snickers.]

[shipshapeshipco]

A stark but important redundancy to keep in mind. I shall start the penning immediately. Would you happen to have any ideas where I can find some ink-nibs and a bushel of governor's grade cotton-stock?

[ttlyisabard]

[Blink; that oddly made sense.]

I think they use paper and pencils here ... but you could check deck 12, maybe some luggage from your era made it there?

[ttlyisabard]

((OOC: Wrong screen name Padre))

[shipshapeshipco]

There's no need to make a fluster. I suppose a bit of coal and a locking journal would do.

If you'd like to engage in a bit of collaboration or merely marvel at the creative machine, do come by!

[ttlyisabard]

I'll do that Samuel ...

We practice in Sergei's Bar and Grill. I'm there most nights.

[shipshapeshipco]

Sergei's it is, then! You may want to take a moment to process, for what has been set in motion shall not be stopped! Away!

[The clear sound of Samuel walking away.]