fandomtownies | Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [11/09].

Things were pretty quiet in the store that day....things were usually pretty quiet in the store, and, really, around here, Tisarwat was going to count that as a very, very good thing. She only had a few managerial tasks to take care of and she got them out of the way swiftly, because she was kind of feeling compelled to spend the rest of her shift getting back to picking at a guitar to spill the space in between customers.

She hadn't been practicing as much as she probably should have, but it didn't take her long to get warmed up and to start experimenting around with some riffs. As far as instruments being played so intimately with one's hands, the guitar almost seemed a little more obscene than the piana, but there was still something about it that she enjoyed, so she kept at it.

Not that she ever expected guitar would be a skill that would ever actually be useful if she ever managed to get back to the Radch to stay, but who knew? A bizarre and quirky talent like that could make for an interesting stir back home, and, if anything, she was certain that Breq could only appreciate more musical knowledge among her crew.

And a guitar could definitely be loud enough to cover up some of her singing...

...what?

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It was getting cooler each morning now it seemed. So Dwight figured it was time to get things in order in case winter in Fandom included some time snowed in like back in Haven. So there he was with his two guitar cases in hand.

"Well, looks like I chose the right day to come by" he said, giving Tisarwat a smile. "I'm not sure if we have ever been properly introduced. I'm Dwight."

Tisarwat had stopped playing when she saw someone come in, and she immediately noticed the cases in his hand, and she regarded the introduction with a smile.

"Don't let the guitar fool you into thinking I'm any kind of expert, Dwight," she warned him, but in a warm sort of self-depricating teasing way. "I'm still kind of a novice, but I'm working my way there. Not sure how much help I can be, but I can try."

With that, she lifted the guitar off herself to set it aside so she could be fully attentive to the potential customer.

"And my name's Tisarwat," she added, with a nod. "It's nice to meet you. Would you like some tea?"

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"Oh don't sell yourself too short" Dwight said with an encouraging grin. "I am no pro myself. Still a hobbyist more than anything."

He paused a moment at the offer of tea. "Ya know what, tea sounds really good. Thank you, Tisarwat."

Tisarwat nodded in response, since, even though she knew it wasn't customary here, she felt strongly that tea should really just be a given, and turned her attention to the flask she kept at the counter for exactly this occasion, poured a cup for Dwight, and handed it over with a newly thoughtful tilt of her head.

"Actually," she realized, "I think I have seen you around. You're in the community center cooking class with me, aren't you?"

~~The one she rarely ever actually pinged into, cough cough~~

He was the one who didn't seem to be trying to burn them all to a crisp every week.

Dwight took the tea with a grateful nod. While coffee was and always would be his preferred drink, he definitely could still appreciate a good cup of tea.

"Ah yes, the class. I thought you looked familiar but.. small island and all. But yes I am in the cooking class... ding my best to add at least something other than frozen dinners, mac n cheese, and cake to my 'things I can make without burning the apartment down' list."

And yeah, he wasn't good.... he made no claims to be, but at least he had yet to start a fire in class. So that was a perk. Right?

Dwight took another drink of the tea and nodded thoughtfully. "That is a unique flavor profile. What kind of tea is that, if I may ask?"

Tisarwat's smile at the comments about the tea were, admittedly, a little indulgent, because she didn't exactly brew anything particular special at the store, hardly anything close to her best tea, but she certainly wouldn't begrudge anyone actually making civilized conversation arpund here.

"It's a nice earthy Assam," she offered, "with some hints of cinnamon and plum. I figured it suited the season nicely, but the plum makes it a little different from all the chai that seem popular this time of year.

"I'm afraid a good cup of tea is the extend of my ability to make anything palatable," she added, her smile going modest. "That, I think, is the biggest lesson I've picked up in that class so far. I might finally be ready to accept my fate."

"I'm a big fan of chai myself, but this is actually very nice. Different, but in a good way."

Dwight considered the cooking class for a moment and what Tisarwat said. "Well not all of us can be Ignis... There's a reason they make frozen dinners. So people like us don't starve," he added with a grin.

"Or take-out," Tisarwat pointed out, because there had been more than a few instances that had suggested even frozen dinners were best avoided.

Apparently, a microwave managed to exist in a space that could stymie those who found its technology quite advanced and those who found it archaic and quaint!

"But enough about our failures in the culinary arts," she said, pouring herself a fresh cup of tea now, too, "especially with me overdue for a lunch break probably. What brings you in today, Dwight?"

"Ah, just figured I'd make sure to stop by and get some supplies and things ready. This is my first winter in Fandom so wasn't sure if snowed-in days were common. Figured better have the guitars all ready to go in case I have to entertain myself if I end up stuck inside for a while." Dwight reached opened the guitar cases, revealing a classic acoustic guitar and a rather nice electric guitar.

"Not just snowed-in days," Tisarwat said with a hint of wry warning in her voice, as she looked into the cases with a curiosity that wished she knew more about the instruments in question to actually appreciate them more, "but snowed-in weeks, more likely. And snow that attacks, as well..."

But she considered the guitars a moment longer before cocking her head in a direction and then following it to lead the way. "We've got plenty of stock, though. I'll show you."

"Ah weeks... nice. Will feel like being back home in Maine" Dwight said with a sarcastic laugh. He stopped though as he processed what else she had just said. "Wait... snow that attacks? That is a thing here?"

He had faced a number of bizarre and crazy Troubles back home in Haven... but snow attacking people? That was something new, even for him. He stood and followed her towards the guitar section of the store, waiting for her to elaborate.

To that, Tisarwat could only look back at him with a quirk of her brow.

"Everything is a thing here," she pointed out.

"Ah yes. How silly of me, should have known" Dwight chuckled as he shook his head. "Sounds like back home. Anything and everything could happen at any time. 'Everything is a thing' was very much the vibe back home. I mean look at me, walking proof of that" he said patting his chest and then realizing Tisarwat probably didn't know a lot about the Troubles of Haven and his connection to them.

Yeah, Tisarwat had no idea what he could possibly be babbling on about, but she was willing to let him go on, until she was sure he was finished and then prompted for more with a simple, "Oh?"

So now look whose turn it was to wait for elaboration.

"Ah sorry. Forgot this isn't common knowledge for some people around here" Dwight said rubbing the back of his head. "See, where I come from, there are people who have what we call Troubles. Special powers to some, but more like curses to most. Random things. Crazy things. I know a guy back home who cant feel anything- no physical sensation at all. Another person I know can control the weather with their emotions. And then me... my Trouble is I am essentially a bullet magnet and attract any bullet fired within like a couple hundred yards of me." He glanced at Tisarwat for a moment before adding... "So the insane and crazy, ad even the dangerous is something I am well accustomed to."

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