Who will tell your story?

[solomonjihad]

[Sometimes after the trial, Astarte decides to burn her anger off in the kitchen. That's a good idea, right? Right?? This trial really opened her eyes. Monsters - real monsters - they could be in any form.

The voice would be enjoying the anger, if it had not been so suppressed beforehand. If the anger hadn't been real, righteous anger like Astarte feels.

At some point, the small of cooked pumpkin wafts through the air, and soon enough in the first floor lobby, there's a little paper at the merchandising booth.

CAKE AND COFFEE IN THE TEA ROOM.

Its not a crazy recipe - its just pumpkin bread. Where did Astarte get the pumpkin to make it? Who knows? In any case, at least one loaf is a little burnt on the bottom. There's also a large thermos of coffee on the table. Feel free to help yourselves.

Astarte, for her part, is sitting in the tea room, staring at the fire as she drinks her cup of coffee. Staring, and thinking. Ruminating.

There are more question than answers that have come up, after all.]

Comments

[dieformymusic]

[It's nice to be recognized for music! Recognized not exploited. Winslow gives a winsome grin as he puts aside the guitar.

"Trumpet. More trained in the piano and vocals. Rock kind of music."]

[inforapenny]

[We could all use some music right now. The grin is apparently surprising, but Billy shifts forward to read the response.]

Rock music, huh? Like, top 40 rock or indie rock?

[Given the lack of banjo and "The Sellout" he's going to guess not indie, but you never know.]

[dieformymusic]

[Billy...this dude is from the seventies. Those genres haven't even been around yet. Winslow looks pretty confused before giving a thoughtful response.

"I don't write garbage like the Juicy Fruits if that's what you mean.

I write very eclectic rock n roll you can say."]

[inforapenny]

...The who?

Not- not, "The Who," like... Who are the Juicy Fruits?

[Uh he was born in 1978.]

[dieformymusic]

["Talentless greasballs who think rehashing Buddy Holly and Elvis is music."

He doesn't like them can you tell.]

[inforapenny]

Oh. No wonder I haven't heard of them.

Did you have an artist you looked up to as a kid?

[He knows he would be insulted if anyone asked him who his scientific inspiration was, it must be the same with music, right?]

[dieformymusic]

["They're a bad fad.


Bach. And Chopin. "

Yeah he's that kind of guy.]

[inforapenny]

Cool. I'm- I'm a fan of, you know. Newton. And Galileo. They're, uh. They're sort of the Bach and Chopin of science, probably.

[dieformymusic]

[Oh yeah, he's heard of those guys.

"So you're an astronomer?"]

[inforapenny]

Physics, actually. And, well, and Chemistry, and... About everything but Biology.

[dieformymusic]

[Wow that's...actually really impressive.

"You don't even look as old as a professor.

You must be really successful back home."]

[inforapenny]

Haahh. Well, uh... I'm. I'm definitely something, back, uh. Back where I come from.

[Dr. Horrible, villain in good standing with the Evil League of Evil...]

[dieformymusic]

[Aww no way are you evil. After all, Winslow is the BEST judge of character here.

"You're lucky. I don't think I found my break yet. I'm on my way.

I was."]

[inforapenny]

You...were? Did something happen, or do you mean you just got interrupted because you...were brought here?

[dieformymusic]

["I don't know.

I last remember signing a contract with Swan. I was like this. I think he was going to help me get my music out with someone as my voice."

No not just someone.

"Phoenix."]

[inforapenny]

[Awwww poor Cyrano de Birdgerac]

...Well, I hope Phoenix, uh. Rises to the occasion. Talent like yours would be a shame to waste.

[dieformymusic]

[...ohhh that was a joke. He got it.

"Phoenix is the best voice for my music. She'll be a star."]

[pennyless]

Good. I'm- I'm glad.

Back home, I'm kind of... still waiting for my big break, I guess.