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fandomtownies2020-02-11 07:47 am
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Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [02/11].
It was honestly a good thing that Tisarwat really never bothered doing much work while she was at her job, because it would have been absolutely impossible today. She was restless to begin with, especially over having stuck here for what usually wound up being long stretches of only a few NPC customers and Breq, when she really just wanted to be with other people, especially her classmates, she really had gotten into a bit of a social funk since she arrived, and she felt possessed with this overpowering energy to solve that. So she was thinking of a party, something where they could all get together, have some fun, she could finally bring out one of those bottles of very nice arrack she'd been saving for a special occasion, it would be perfect...
And she thought she could use her time at the music shop to start planning, but she felt her inspiration leading her in a different direction once she was there, no doubt helped along by the very thematic playlist that the stereo seemed to have in rotation that day. Maybe it was just the class they had on it recently, maybe it was something else entirely, but Tisarwat was inspired to write all sorts of poems (well, not all sorts, they were really just the one sort) about a good deal of the people she knew here.
Most of them were about hands. She was definitely turning around on the whole hand thing these past few days. And the poems were probably getting way too weird about it, but, hey, they were the ones running around with their bare hands out all the time, what do you expect a young, impressionable Radchaai like herself to do about it?
Groovy Tunes is open!
And she thought she could use her time at the music shop to start planning, but she felt her inspiration leading her in a different direction once she was there, no doubt helped along by the very thematic playlist that the stereo seemed to have in rotation that day. Maybe it was just the class they had on it recently, maybe it was something else entirely, but Tisarwat was inspired to write all sorts of poems (well, not all sorts, they were really just the one sort) about a good deal of the people she knew here.
Most of them were about hands. She was definitely turning around on the whole hand thing these past few days. And the poems were probably getting way too weird about it, but, hey, they were the ones running around with their bare hands out all the time, what do you expect a young, impressionable Radchaai like herself to do about it?
Groovy Tunes is open!