[closed - event] i don't understand how you're gone

[adelicateflame]

Characters: the Damsels.
Date: They awake the morning of the 3rd.
Summary: The adventures of the captive damsels aboard the ship Labrys.
Warnings: None at this moment.

[The morning is rising, the early sun spreading streaks of red and gold out across the surrounding cloudscape, thin beams penetrating the wooden Labrys, spilling across its planks. It is an unfamiliar place that you will awaken in, one filled with the creaking of wood and the musical rattle of dried out bones. Did you think those skeletons carting you off in the night were a dream? Well, now you know for certain. Now you sit in a cage, cold steel surrounding you and cold steel at ankles and wrists. You are a captive.

And soon enough, your captor's shadow falls over you. Her dark hair is wind-tousled, her skin a silken brown. And she is smiling.]

Good morning, ladies.



[[ooc; We have below some basic headers for NPC involvement, you are not restricted to them in the least! If you start up threads with 3 or more involved, try to keep to a hazy tagging order, maybe don't jump anyone more than twice!]]

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[adelicateflame]

[Their heads tilt collectively, studying her. One of the skeletons picks up its trumpet, responding in just as energetic of a fashion. In its own way, the suggestion is that Mugi will just have to share her inspiration with her friends herself. Music is the universal language, right? Maybe the encouragement comes across.]

[golden_gaytime]

[ Mugi gives that one a puzzled look, briefly, before she gets an idea. ] I was wondering — have you ever considering having lyrics to go along with your music? There is so much to talk about, all around us, so surely you must have stories to tell!

[ ooc: Assuming, of course, that they could not sing either. ]

[adelicateflame]

[The lady skeleton who plays the drums gives a quick rimshot. The joke being: they can't talk about anything at all.]

[golden_gaytime]

[ It's clear from the little amused sound and the bashful look on her face that Mugi got the hint.

But! It also gave her an idea. ] What about writing? Or.... drawing pictures? [ She gestures with her hands. ] If you had something I could write with and on, I could help!

[adelicateflame]

[The group exchanges looks and giggles. The skeleton with the triangle gives it one clear chiming tap. One for yes and two for no.]

[golden_gaytime]

[ She takes that as a positive sign. ] Then, let us work together! [ This is all too exciting. Mugi looks around eagerly, trying to spot a table or desk of some kind. Perhaps with paper or parchment? ... oh, if they have quills or fountain pens that would be neat, too. ]

[adelicateflame]

[Their conductor separates from the group, going to dig around in a large chest. The paper she comes back with is lined for putting down musical notes, but it's what they have. That and a very large quill pen. She doesn't bring any ink, however, and this doesn't seem to trouble her.]

[golden_gaytime]

[ Lined paper will suffice! Mugi takes it, and the quill, but she holds the latter awkwardly. ] Oh. Will this work? I wonder... [ Mugi finds something to write on — a stand for the sheet music, or perhaps a chair. Even the floor will work. Anywhere she can write and not tear through the paper. She draws careful shapes on the margins, to see if this will function without ink after all. ]

[adelicateflame]

[The ink comes out a deep blue, writing fairly smoothly, although the ink squiggles on the paper a bit, as if it has a some mind of its own before settling into the fibers of the paper.]

[golden_gaytime]

[ Mugi gasps, then smiles and laughs a bit. ] This is very interesting! [ La la la, scribbling a few random words to test it out s'more. She'll... probably get carried away with this if someone doesn't stop her. ]

[adelicateflame]

[They won't stop her, but the conductor is standing over her shoulder, watching with a tilted head. The shadow she casts on the deck is interesting, a few beams of light shining through her skull where its cracked.]

[golden_gaytime]

[ Satisfied, Mugi stops writing and beams up at the conductor, not at all put off by the sight. ] Do you all still need to sleep? Do you dream?

[ She holds the paper and pen out to them. ] Please, tell me about it, if you!

[ ooc: And I am not so creative, so if you want, we can handwave the rest of this impromptu music writing session because SOB why does she do this to me?; ]