Fourteenth PSI
Jul. 23rd, 2010 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_gentle_boy[It is time to sum up what Lucas has been doing all summer. This is the culmination of hours of hard work and dedication. This is the pinnacle of success for the boy who has been deprived of a normal childhood. It is also the first time the player has tried a post of this sort.
Four scenarios will be presented. One is welcome to respond to as many of them as one wishes. Numbering the initial comment may be helpful.]
First Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield. But what is that horrific racket? As the alarm rings insistently, smoke pours out an open window accompanied shortly after by its source, a flaming brick of some sort that unfortunately lands in a rosebush and immediately sets it on fire. Closer inspection would reveal that this was once formerly a cakepan. Closer inspection is, however, impossible due to the fact that a coughing, choking Lucas covered in soot has just run out the front door and is now blasting the burning bush with the hose. He does not look pleased.]
Second Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield. But what is that horrific racket? Again? In the park, birds, humans, and anything with ears quietly begin to edge away from the child ostensibly playing a recorder on a bench. In actuality, he is managing to hit a note that has never been recorded before in the history of mankind. This is a great achievement and is followed shortly after by the world record of 'most incorrect notes played simultaneously on one instrument'.
After about twenty minutes of this, Lucas sighs and places the instrument on the bench beside him. He does not look pleased.]
Third Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield. It is difficult to make a horrific racket while drawing, so the town is spared, for now. He is again in the park, but this time, stares intensely at anyone who happens by. Those who come up from behind may notice that his artwork is . . . Well, actually, it's not terrible. He doesn't seem too pleased with himself, though, and there is soon a large pile of crumpled paper around him.]
Fourth Scenario:
[It is not a very peaceful day in Mayfield. There is a boy in the middle of his yard yelling, screaming, and performing the most bizarre form of martial arts ever invented. It seems, somehow, to involve a lot of kicking and a lot of . . . yo-yo tricks. Walk the Dog leaves a trail of burning grass, Around the World breaks off a tree branch with concussive force, and the Forward Pass is . . . actually headed straight at your face. Whoops.]
Four scenarios will be presented. One is welcome to respond to as many of them as one wishes. Numbering the initial comment may be helpful.]
First Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield. But what is that horrific racket? As the alarm rings insistently, smoke pours out an open window accompanied shortly after by its source, a flaming brick of some sort that unfortunately lands in a rosebush and immediately sets it on fire. Closer inspection would reveal that this was once formerly a cakepan. Closer inspection is, however, impossible due to the fact that a coughing, choking Lucas covered in soot has just run out the front door and is now blasting the burning bush with the hose. He does not look pleased.]
Second Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield. But what is that horrific racket? Again? In the park, birds, humans, and anything with ears quietly begin to edge away from the child ostensibly playing a recorder on a bench. In actuality, he is managing to hit a note that has never been recorded before in the history of mankind. This is a great achievement and is followed shortly after by the world record of 'most incorrect notes played simultaneously on one instrument'.
After about twenty minutes of this, Lucas sighs and places the instrument on the bench beside him. He does not look pleased.]
Third Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield. It is difficult to make a horrific racket while drawing, so the town is spared, for now. He is again in the park, but this time, stares intensely at anyone who happens by. Those who come up from behind may notice that his artwork is . . . Well, actually, it's not terrible. He doesn't seem too pleased with himself, though, and there is soon a large pile of crumpled paper around him.]
Fourth Scenario:
[It is not a very peaceful day in Mayfield. There is a boy in the middle of his yard yelling, screaming, and performing the most bizarre form of martial arts ever invented. It seems, somehow, to involve a lot of kicking and a lot of . . . yo-yo tricks. Walk the Dog leaves a trail of burning grass, Around the World breaks off a tree branch with concussive force, and the Forward Pass is . . . actually headed straight at your face. Whoops.]
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Date: 2010-07-23 01:46 am (UTC)Well there's your problem! You can't just pick up an instrument and expect to master it overnight. It takes practice! Discipline! Training! Took me years to learn how to sing, you know. It's challenging, but very rewarding.
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Date: 2010-07-23 01:49 am (UTC)Except for that, I guess.
[He seems to notice the dodo for the first time. His facial expression is difficult to define, but appears to be a mix of surprise and resignation.]
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Date: 2010-07-23 01:57 am (UTC)[As for the dodo, it takes a lot to scare him off. He seems just as interested in you. Hooray new people!]
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Date: 2010-07-23 02:00 am (UTC)[Lucas tentatively reaches out a hand to see about petting it.]
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Date: 2010-07-23 02:05 am (UTC)Oh, Hephestus here loves people! No need to be afraid.
[Heph coos at you. He sounds like a 3-foot tall pigeon.]</i?
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Date: 2010-07-23 02:59 am (UTC)[His hand makes contact with the dodo's back and Lucas begins to stroke.]
Hello, Hephestus.
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Date: 2010-07-23 01:03 pm (UTC)Luke, Luke... oh, was he the one playing violin on the phone the other day? He was quite good! Maybe he can teach you. I only know how to sing, so if you already know that, all I can tell you is to keep practicing!
[That was actually awhile ago. Cynric's sense of time is severely skewed.
Heph squawks at you. It's loud, but he looks happy.]
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Date: 2010-07-23 03:35 pm (UTC)Maybe it was the dodo.]
. . . OK. Alright, I won't give up yet. Thanks for talking to me, mister.
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Date: 2010-07-23 03:44 pm (UTC)No need for thanks! Just remember, to get good at anything takes practice. You'll get there!
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Date: 2010-07-23 03:50 pm (UTC)I should see if I can get anyone who knows anything about this stuff to teach me, too.
I'm Lucas, by the way. It's nice to meet you.
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Date: 2010-07-23 04:10 pm (UTC)I'm sure there are other musician in town. Like the man who plays that terrible trumpet music!
Likewise! I'm Cyrnic. And this here is Hephestus.
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Date: 2010-07-24 01:02 am (UTC). . . Would you like to hear a song? I think I've got one down, at least.
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Date: 2010-07-24 02:55 am (UTC)Oh, that would be great, yes!
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Date: 2010-07-24 06:22 am (UTC)[Lucas picks the recorder back up and waits a few moments with his eyebrows furrowed. After a little bit, he begins to blow. It is 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star'. At least, it ought to be. It resembles a funeral dirge instead for some odd reason.]
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Date: 2010-07-25 02:26 pm (UTC)Well, that was better. There was a song in there somewhere. But it sounded positively morose! Confidence, my boy! Have some and it will be reflected in your music. Don't let the instrument intimidate you!
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Date: 2010-07-26 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
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