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ximilialog2022-09-30 07:55 pm
construing) wrote in ximilialog2022-09-30 07:55 pm
ONE NIGHT ONLY
CHARACTERS: everyone (including new characters!)
LOCATION: ximusic + common room
DATE: night, october 1st
CONTENT: come by for a night of good music, good food, and better drinks
WARNINGS: none for now, will warn as needed
An announcement goes up the day before: Murderface: The Band: The Show. Location and time are printed beneath along with a promise of a "special surprise." Arrive early and you can catch the current members of the band warming up or happy to talk someone's ear off. At the promised time, the lights dim but for those on the stage. Gwen's drumming gets inside one's bones; Wei Wuxian's dizi belongs on a stage with Lizzo; Lan Xichen alternately opens with the deep, tranquility of a guqin or arms himself with a xiao; and Newt…Newt is Newt, tearing the stage on his electric guitar. As a treat, he also provides the vocals to a few songs. There is even space left for the band's honorary member should he choose to join in.
The band plays a mix of covers and original music. Even after their show ends, the music doesn't. Gwen and Newt rigged a music player and the playlist—curated to include something for every taste—plays into the early morning. The music room's instruments are available for anyone who fancies a turn. And for those who do not have or should not be trusted with instruments, clap, stomp, dance, sing along—and enjoy the night.
In the common room, just outside the Ximusic room, courtesy of their ever enterprising (and not-so-artificial) AI comes the promised "surprise": food and drinks, each hailing from an Orber's home world. Even the new Orbers are represented! This might be their favorite treat, a famous dish, a representative drink… What they have in common: each one says "home" to someone.
There is enough to share with friends (or hoard for yourself if this is you.) So eat, drink, and be merry (though maybe not too merry; the alcohol proof of a few bottles can double as fuel.)
LOCATION: ximusic + common room
DATE: night, october 1st
CONTENT: come by for a night of good music, good food, and better drinks
WARNINGS: none for now, will warn as needed
I love rock 'n' roll
An announcement goes up the day before: Murderface: The Band: The Show. Location and time are printed beneath along with a promise of a "special surprise." Arrive early and you can catch the current members of the band warming up or happy to talk someone's ear off. At the promised time, the lights dim but for those on the stage. Gwen's drumming gets inside one's bones; Wei Wuxian's dizi belongs on a stage with Lizzo; Lan Xichen alternately opens with the deep, tranquility of a guqin or arms himself with a xiao; and Newt…Newt is Newt, tearing the stage on his electric guitar. As a treat, he also provides the vocals to a few songs. There is even space left for the band's honorary member should he choose to join in.
The band plays a mix of covers and original music. Even after their show ends, the music doesn't. Gwen and Newt rigged a music player and the playlist—curated to include something for every taste—plays into the early morning. The music room's instruments are available for anyone who fancies a turn. And for those who do not have or should not be trusted with instruments, clap, stomp, dance, sing along—and enjoy the night.
Pour some sugar on me
In the common room, just outside the Ximusic room, courtesy of their ever enterprising (and not-so-artificial) AI comes the promised "surprise": food and drinks, each hailing from an Orber's home world. Even the new Orbers are represented! This might be their favorite treat, a famous dish, a representative drink… What they have in common: each one says "home" to someone.
There is enough to share with friends (or hoard for yourself if this is you.) So eat, drink, and be merry (though maybe not too merry; the alcohol proof of a few bottles can double as fuel.)
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[ He responds with a tone that reads that he has had more than one person remark on that.
This seems to be a recurring thing on this station. That helpless feeling of other people knowing more about you than you about them. The best Hermann can compare it to is attending an academic conference and you’ve met one or two individuals who’ve read your background information from the program book a little too carefully. ]
It appears I’ve failed my first time around.
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The orbs seem to thrive on chaos so them randomly kicking people out might be part of that.
And let’s be honest, it might not even have been you-you. Infinite universes exist, some with minuscule differences. Your face is familiar, but this is your first go-around.
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[ It is a haunting thought to have. Never being rid of the Precursors. Newton and Hermann could be trapped within the confines of a coffee shop on the outskirts of Washington state and those bloody things would still find their way to infiltrate. ]
Even more of a reason to focus on the task at hand.
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Right. And while you’re doing that, you can dig in.
〈 priorities. 〉
There’s something here from everyone’s home. Did you find yours yet?
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[ He never told anyone back home how he developed a sweet tooth after drifting with Newt. A small plate of celery sticks soon turned into a full-blown tiramisu. ]
And I rather not. It’s far past curfew already.
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Come on. One chocolate almond. Very rock and roll.
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[ The ‘R’ is rolled in about the most British-English way possible. And yes, this is a grown-ass man saying this in all sincerity. ]
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〈 she waves. 〉
Well. Enjoy your REMs? I hear they're nice this time of year.