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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[ixgideonxi]

I'm fine, Kate. I... I'm sorry about practice. I've just been preoccupied with... being annoyingly introspective. And retrospective. Been doing lots of, ah, thinking, in other words.

[He took some time to calm his voice before responding, so he's managed to keep it from sounding shaky or sad. The tradeoff is that his tone comes off as utterly dull and lifeless, which is equally atypical for someone like him. Whoops.]

[ttlyisabard]

Eww ... Gideon are you alright? You sound terrible ... you haven't been drinking have you?

[ixgideonxi]

[Aaand here come the questions. The steampunk sucks on his teeth briefly before clearing his throat and responding.]

No. I haven't been drinking. Like I said awhile back, I got tolerance for that kind of thing close to zilch. If I had been, let's just say I'd be doing less talking and more... puking.

[ttlyisabard]

Then what's wrong? You should talk about it ... you can come to my room instead of doing it over the com if that makes you feel better ...

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[ttlynotawizard]

I've got my rat to keep me company.

I've only used two frogs. So far I've gotten a riddle and and interesting tidbit about the ship's past.

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[ttlyisabard]

A rat? I thought you had a raccoon?

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[ttlynotawizard]

Yeah, he is. You know I like to pester him.

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[ttlyisabard]

[She giggles.]

Does he understand language? Either way, he isn't human companionship ... right?

[rocknrollfries]

What kinda really good drinks?

[ttlyisabard]

[Shit! The only names she knew were "girly" drinks according to Remy.]

Ones that get you really drunk?

[rocknrollfries]

I gatta battle of absinthe here that says that I'm- already- have drinks that get me really drunk.

[ttlyisabard]

Well I'm not a bartender, you'd have to ask him. I get pina coladas and rum and cokes ... oh, and long island iced teas are good.

[dethsentence]

I write lyrics.

Amazing lyrics.

[ttlyisabard]

Oh, you write Dethklok's lyrics?

[Maybe he could explain some of them to her. Still, he had command of the darker emotions. Good thing he didn't have her magic ...]

[dethsentence]

Yes. And I sing them. You should really know that.

[rocknrollfries]

Yeah, everyone knows that. Even babies and gypsies and Australians know that.

[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.]