[ Aw, cute... Jim wouldn't have minded the mind-beaming either, to be fair. He'll have to work on that with Blue, maybe he can learn to initiate it himself. ]
Not quite the kind I was thinking of. There's a lot of different music types on Earth, spanning over several centuries. I was thinking of something maybe slower, softer. Stuff you can just relax or slow dance to. Thought it'd be more up your alley.
['anytime' is a few minutes or so; he's not too far away. so after the obligatory knock and come-on-in exchange, Blue steps in with a gentle nod of greeting.]
[ He was sort of counting on Blue showing up fairly quickly, especially when he stopped responding, so Jim's ready when he comes by. He invites him in, lets him choose where he wants to sit, then sits beside him, PADD in hand and a small speaker set up on a table nearby. ]
[ Jim watches Blue mimic the instrument. At first it reminds him of a harp, but it's the position of the hands that makes him think better of it. ]
Oh, a lyre! I have... no idea how to play those kinds of instruments. I can play a few songs in a guitar, but that's about it. I also had a harmonica as a kid, but I could never figure it out.
[ He doesn't mind. In fact, he loves playing for others, so he gets up to fetch the guitar, sitting back down on the bed, turned a little more on his side so he's facing Blue.
He plucks at the strings for a few seconds, thinking of a song, then he smiles as he thinks of something.
It's a soft tune, and Jim's voice is melodic, gentle and sweet to the ear. He doesn't miss a beat, or a note, and he lingers with parts of the lyrics, little bits here and there that make him think of Blue. ]
[the song as it's played, the song as it's envisioned, the song as it's willed to be fold together as they're presented to Blue. a gentle shiver leaves goosebumps on his arms and a flutter in his heart. Blue's expression softens and grows a little distant despite how present he is; it's just a shifting of focus as he takes in this new facet of Jim and all that is brought before him.
what you had...and what you had lost...
he can't help but think of them. Physis, Jomy...Harley, Brau, Mira...Zel... he still doesn't know if they made it away, if they escaped Megiddo after he triggered the detonation on himself.
he can hope, can't he? hope and dream.
Blue's trancelike state lingers some seconds after music and voice have faded, and his eyes are slow to blinking back open and fixing on Jim.
barely above a whisper:] That was beautiful. Your voice, those sounds...those intentions...
[ He doesn't mind it that Blue closes his eyes and seems to almost drift away. If anything, he's glad to see him almost melt into the song, into the meaning behind each word and each chord.
He smiles a little once Blue looks at him again, dipping his head slightly. ]
Thank you. [ He says of the part about his voice and the sounds. That much, at least, was all him. ] I like music that carries intention. Meaning. Music that makes me feel.
Well, good. Then that means I've conveyed the feelings well.
[ He smiles a little. ] That's true. But there are different types of feeling. Some people like music that's good for dancing. It's more of a physical feeling, I think. Other songs can make you think, others make you feel something deeper. Notes that tug at your heart, bring tears to your eyes.
Every kind of music carries emotion of some kind, if it's done well. It depends on how what you want to feel.
then...] Then...you wanted me to feel this way. [he puts a hand over his heart.]
It's strange... How scared so many are of true feelings here...and you aren't at all. I wonder if that's...the way people are where you're from, or...if it's uniquely you.
Well, I don't know how you feel right now, but yes, I hoped I'd make you feel something.
[ Otherwise, why not just pluck at some chords to show Blue how a guitar works? No, he chose that particular song for a reason.
He smiles a little at Blue's observation, arms resting crossed over the guitar. ] I don't think it depends on where I'm from. Each person is different, in that regard. For some it feels strange not to guard your feelings. I used to be that way too, when I was younger. Makes it harder for others to hurt you.
It just means...you spend a lot of time...hurting yourself, I think. [so maybe there's no true comfort in the extremes, one way or another. happy mediums win the day again?]
This kind of music, though... I like it a lot. Thank you for sharing it with me, James.
[ Jim smiles at that, nodding slowly. ] Yes. That's right.
[ Indeed a middle ground is the best way to go about it, as is the best way to go about most anything. Balance and tolerance, like with everything else. ]
It's my pleasure. [ He sets the guitar aside, leaning closer to press a quick kiss to Blue's cheek. ] But I've got more you can listen to, similar stuff. Maybe you'll find other songs you like.
[ He enjoys that a little too much every time. The only reason why Jim doesn't dive straight in for more than just that is because he kind of worries a little that Blue might faint on him again. ]
Oh. You want me to play more for you?
[ He will, gladly so, but he was thinking of just playing music for him to listen to. He'll leave it up for Blue to choose. ]
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Hello, James. You asked...about music, yes? Like the kind...Newt plays? Or Peter?
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Not quite the kind I was thinking of. There's a lot of different music types on Earth, spanning over several centuries. I was thinking of something maybe slower, softer. Stuff you can just relax or slow dance to. Thought it'd be more up your alley.
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You never answered. Do Mu listen to music?
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Ah...yes. Some...are gifted with it. Alfred, especially. He plays a stringed instrument very skillfully.
But the kind of music...that Newt plays... [he shakes his head.] Nothing that intense.
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[ He points to his own acoustic guitar resting near the bed. ]
Yeah, no. You have a lot of types of music on Earth. I do like the kind of music Newt plays and listens to, but I like other stuff too.
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No...different. Smaller. No wooden back... [he hesitates, then sits up a little and tries to pantomime what he recalls of Alfred holding his lyre.]
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Oh, a lyre! I have... no idea how to play those kinds of instruments. I can play a few songs in a guitar, but that's about it. I also had a harmonica as a kid, but I could never figure it out.
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I've no predisposition for it, either. But I don't mind listening at all.
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[ There'll be plenty of time afterwards to listen to more music, after all. ]
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...I would like to hear it, yes. Please.
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He plucks at the strings for a few seconds, thinking of a song, then he smiles as he thinks of something.
It's a soft tune, and Jim's voice is melodic, gentle and sweet to the ear. He doesn't miss a beat, or a note, and he lingers with parts of the lyrics, little bits here and there that make him think of Blue. ]
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what you had...and what you had lost...
he can't help but think of them. Physis, Jomy...Harley, Brau, Mira...Zel... he still doesn't know if they made it away, if they escaped Megiddo after he triggered the detonation on himself.
he can hope, can't he? hope and dream.
Blue's trancelike state lingers some seconds after music and voice have faded, and his eyes are slow to blinking back open and fixing on Jim.
barely above a whisper:] That was beautiful. Your voice, those sounds...those intentions...
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He smiles a little once Blue looks at him again, dipping his head slightly. ]
Thank you. [ He says of the part about his voice and the sounds. That much, at least, was all him. ] I like music that carries intention. Meaning. Music that makes me feel.
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That's...what people use music for, right?
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[ He smiles a little. ] That's true. But there are different types of feeling. Some people like music that's good for dancing. It's more of a physical feeling, I think. Other songs can make you think, others make you feel something deeper. Notes that tug at your heart, bring tears to your eyes.
Every kind of music carries emotion of some kind, if it's done well. It depends on how what you want to feel.
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then...] Then...you wanted me to feel this way. [he puts a hand over his heart.]
It's strange... How scared so many are of true feelings here...and you aren't at all. I wonder if that's...the way people are where you're from, or...if it's uniquely you.
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[ Otherwise, why not just pluck at some chords to show Blue how a guitar works? No, he chose that particular song for a reason.
He smiles a little at Blue's observation, arms resting crossed over the guitar. ] I don't think it depends on where I'm from. Each person is different, in that regard. For some it feels strange not to guard your feelings. I used to be that way too, when I was younger. Makes it harder for others to hurt you.
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This kind of music, though... I like it a lot. Thank you for sharing it with me, James.
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[ Indeed a middle ground is the best way to go about it, as is the best way to go about most anything. Balance and tolerance, like with everything else. ]
It's my pleasure. [ He sets the guitar aside, leaning closer to press a quick kiss to Blue's cheek. ] But I've got more you can listen to, similar stuff. Maybe you'll find other songs you like.
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With...a different instrument...?
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Oh. You want me to play more for you?
[ He will, gladly so, but he was thinking of just playing music for him to listen to. He'll leave it up for Blue to choose. ]
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there's a missed bit of understanding thanks to that little bit of twitterpated energy, and it takes Blue a moment to catch up.]
...Ah, you meant...some other means. I see. Forgive me. I'll listen to what it is you meant.
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