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strangetrip2018-09-01 12:00 am
st_oneswidow) wrote in strangetrip2018-09-01 12:00 am
[GP/EP] Check-in Day
The woodwinds in her collection were for noodling mostly, and the violin was for memory of her family, but when Curnen really wanted to play she turned again and again to her guitar. This would probably always be her best instrument. It was the first of the month, she’d been here over a year, and it was probably a check-in day. So she sat on the lawn with her instrument in her lap, sending out a subtle magic to call anyone stranded in their little world this way.
At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.
It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.
Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.
At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.
It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.
Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.
Re: Mary/John
However, still manages to say warmly; "I would like to meet them. If that's alright?"
There seems to be a double scrunch face at magic; because both John and The Doctor are a man of science.
However, don't look entirely human seals the deal on this being a dream. After all; creatures that aren't human don't really, exist - right?
Of course not. Don't be silly.
Re: Mary/John
Had Mary the ability to read minds, she would have a lot of strong words for him. As it was, she simply nodded. "Sure. They're names are Sam and Dean Winchester. You'll see them around, I'm sure. Sam, especially, is pretty active here. You could probably find him in the library." She kept the whole 'they're around my age' thing to herself. Somethings were just better off being experienced.
Re: Mary/John
More so about the books than meeting the boys right now.
Re: Mary/John
"Of course." She gestured in the right direction. "It's a bit cobbled together, but there's a fair amount of books there. Some videos and some video games, too. The person who's in charge is named Illyana, but you'll meet others who work there too. Sunny, for one. Xavin makes the coffee there."
When they arrived at the library Mary gestured to it. "Hope it's not too disappointing."
Re: Mary/John
That doesn't help; because see what?
"Sorry -," and slowly repeats, "Video? Video games? What are those?"
Even if Mary is leading he allowed it. That's important.
Re: Mary/John
She looked to him. "When exactly are you from?" Because that would definitely answer some questions.
"Videos are moving pictures and sounds on a screen. They tell a story, usually. Video games are sort of similar, but you can control the people on the screen." This was all very basic, of course. If he didn't know what a video was, then talking about computers was probably going to go over his head too.
Re: Mary/John
Re: Mary/John
"It's September here. 2018." Which for her was in the future, too. "I'm from 1983 when I arrived. There's a bit of a learning curve." More for him, she'd imagine. "But there are some other people here who are from before you. You should talk to Adrian. He's from the 1400s."