The Show Must Go On - Arrival

[lovebites_sodoi]

Open/locked?: Open
Who: Morgana McCawber & You?
What: The self-called Queen of Rock has arrived, and she's got a few things to say... or sing.
Warnings: N/A, will update if needed.

Sweet dreams are made of these, who was she to disagree? Here Morgana had been hoping to wake up in her coffin after that odd sequence of shared memories, embarrassing falls, annoying heroes, and an epic jam session. Yet here she was, among trash and gloom, and she didn't take to a genius to figure out where she was. Thanks to Mal's descriptions, Morgana was already ahead of most people who arrived here... but that didn't make her any happier.

But, hey, at least she wasn't chained up anymore - nor was she alone. She stuck a hand in her hair, jostling out her familiars - two bats and a spider. "Eek, Squeak, recon mode. See what you can find, but don't go too far." The bats chittered in agreement before fluttering off. "Archie, you stay with me, and keep all eight eyes open." After a loving pat to his head, Archie crawled onto her shoulder, and the two walked on to discover what new adventure they'd been forced into.

Another blessing was that she'd still kept her guitar. She swung it over to her front, and began to strum a few bars... music was her outlet for anything and everything, so she might as well use it to start venting.

No spotlight? No grand entrance? Not even a working phone? This was NOT how you treated a rock star! (And the fact that she wasn't famous enough to be considered one was irrelevant, dang it.)

"Empty spaces, what are we living for?
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score, on and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore?"

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[mist_the_point]

The smirk broadened into more of a true smile, though it didn't lose its edge. "That much, we have in common," he said. "Though if I am any judge, I doubt that either you or I would lose to any of them."

At her introduction, he gave a polite nod. "Foulques of the Mist," he said. "Tis good to meet another sane adult in this place, if naught else."

(OOC: Little note about Foulques' name; it's never spoken in a voiced cutscene, but Elezen tend to have French-sounding names. So his name is pronounced more like 'Full-QWAH- than 'FOWL-qwess', as ironic as the latter would be for both a baddie and to someone from Disney Ducks world. X3)

[lovebites_sodoi]

So did that mean sane adults were in short supply here? Yikes, the bad news just kept on piling...

"So, we can fight, and we refuse to learn. Where do we crash for the night? It doesn't look like this place has anything good in terms of entertainment or spots to hang out, so I might as well stake my territory so I can practice properly."

[ ooc: noted! and lulz. ]

[mist_the_point]

When it came to truly sane adults he counted only himself and Professor Yen Sid. River was far preferable company to the mad fools who were the Isle's reluctant natives, but he found himself calling her sanity into question from time to time. So Morgana's presence was a welcome addition to the local adult population.

"The school is the only somewhat viable shelter hereabouts, but it isn't made for those of Elezen height," he said. "Thus I spend much of my time outdoors, circumstances permitting. You may wish to take out one of the unused classrooms for your own as a place to sleep at the very least, however."

"As for a place to play, I might ordinarily suggest the rooftop, but given the state of the building I fear that would be a poor choice. You may have better luck finding a place with suitable acoustics somewhere outdoors, like the beach. And your playing would doubtless ease the monotony of a day's fishing as well."

[lovebites_sodoi]

More tongue-clicking. The bad news kept on coming and didn't seem to stop. Sleeping in a classroom? No proper acoustics? Fishing? What had she done to deserve this kind of punishment?

... That was a rhetorical question, mind you.

"My type of music isn't really for the 'relaxing, easing' crowd. My lifestyle is out loud and in your face. But I'll admit I do enjoy the taste of danger... so I'll give the rooftop a try, if only to keep myself awake in this dull place."

[mist_the_point]

He smirked in amusement. "I didn't say it was meant to be relaxing," he said. "Merely that it would ease the monotony. Frankly, 'relaxing' music would likely be more of a hindrance than a help; fishing can be rather dull for long stretches, and a gentle tune might risk sending people to sleep. And as the beach is occasionally visited by some rather vicious varieties of scalekin, it's not an ideal place for a nap."

"Though judging by the admittedly little I've seen of you thusfar, I suspect that your music will be a welcome addition to the days here, wherever you choose to play it. And the nights as well, so long as you take care not to wake those who are attempting to sleep." After all, no matter how good the musician was, few people appreciated being woken up at 3 AM by their playing.