Shriller Than All the Music (Kiwi-Strawberry, Chocolate Chip Mint, Rhubarb)
‘Verse: Natural Forces
Challenges/Toppings/Extras: Kiwi-Strawberry #10 (ensemble), Chocolate Chip Mint #17 (familiar), Rhubarb #16 (I think I feel a song coming on) + Butterscotch + Pocky Chain
Rating: PG
Title: Shriller Than All the Music
Summary: Gwen is missing something.
Notes: Ah, Kiwi-Strawberry, you were nice for a while and then I hit the last 6 prompts in the list that I’ve been putting off and ARGH.
Gwen missed music the most.
The days of beats whenever she wanted them were gone. The Awakening stole her library of songs from her, rendered her player to a hunk of unresponsive, unfeeling plastic. So it was all over the world - but she found that even as she worked to rebuild Earth’s society in the new age, she would reach for her hip at the strangest times, and miss being able to crank up a rock tune and slip away. But her player was kept with the other dead tech in the attic.
And no one thought of the music.
~o~
Many of the albums from before the Awakening were gone, likely forever, but what Gwen could remember of her playlist, she recreated using magic in the years of stability. She didn’t consider herself a good singer, but she gathered her colleagues and her musically-inclined students alike and formed a project to record songs from the old age. Some brought in boxes of sheet music they had inherited from their parents and grandparents, others instruments to help fine-tune the spell that would mimic the sounds.
The project grew beyond just one woman’s dream, and Gwen was glad for it.
~o~
Finally, they had re-recorded over a hundred of the participant’s favorites, and made about a dozen new songs out of it too. With the power of magic, their creations traveled all over the world, and sounded exactly the same as they did when the project members played live in the great hall of the Second College of Magical Arts.
Gwen was happy that music and magic coexisted - in fact, thrived together. She discovered that by weaving illusions into the sound, the listener could see images to the music; with some tweaks, different listeners saw different things.
Time marched on.
~o~
When Gwen was old and weary, she summoned her family to her side. “I have done much,” she said, “I can go now, happy that I have accomplished more than I ever thought I would.” She said goodbye to each of her many loved ones in private. Last was Nimue, her darling grandchild, who showed such promise. “Nimue,” she said to the twelve-year-old, “my love. I wish you all happiness. Wield knowledge well.”
A day later, Gwen’s spirit left her body. She was surrounded by love, and she did indeed die happy. So who could wish for more?
Challenges/Toppings/Extras: Kiwi-Strawberry #10 (ensemble), Chocolate Chip Mint #17 (familiar), Rhubarb #16 (I think I feel a song coming on) + Butterscotch + Pocky Chain
Rating: PG
Title: Shriller Than All the Music
Summary: Gwen is missing something.
Notes: Ah, Kiwi-Strawberry, you were nice for a while and then I hit the last 6 prompts in the list that I’ve been putting off and ARGH.
Gwen missed music the most.
The days of beats whenever she wanted them were gone. The Awakening stole her library of songs from her, rendered her player to a hunk of unresponsive, unfeeling plastic. So it was all over the world - but she found that even as she worked to rebuild Earth’s society in the new age, she would reach for her hip at the strangest times, and miss being able to crank up a rock tune and slip away. But her player was kept with the other dead tech in the attic.
And no one thought of the music.
~o~
Many of the albums from before the Awakening were gone, likely forever, but what Gwen could remember of her playlist, she recreated using magic in the years of stability. She didn’t consider herself a good singer, but she gathered her colleagues and her musically-inclined students alike and formed a project to record songs from the old age. Some brought in boxes of sheet music they had inherited from their parents and grandparents, others instruments to help fine-tune the spell that would mimic the sounds.
The project grew beyond just one woman’s dream, and Gwen was glad for it.
~o~
Finally, they had re-recorded over a hundred of the participant’s favorites, and made about a dozen new songs out of it too. With the power of magic, their creations traveled all over the world, and sounded exactly the same as they did when the project members played live in the great hall of the Second College of Magical Arts.
Gwen was happy that music and magic coexisted - in fact, thrived together. She discovered that by weaving illusions into the sound, the listener could see images to the music; with some tweaks, different listeners saw different things.
Time marched on.
~o~
When Gwen was old and weary, she summoned her family to her side. “I have done much,” she said, “I can go now, happy that I have accomplished more than I ever thought I would.” She said goodbye to each of her many loved ones in private. Last was Nimue, her darling grandchild, who showed such promise. “Nimue,” she said to the twelve-year-old, “my love. I wish you all happiness. Wield knowledge well.”
A day later, Gwen’s spirit left her body. She was surrounded by love, and she did indeed die happy. So who could wish for more?