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wilderlogs2018-04-15 12:04 pm
awfulcer) wrote in wilderlogs2018-04-15 12:04 pm
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Woke a dog from a running dream, and that's bad luck.
Who: Jason Dixon and Kal-El
What: Chance encounter over music.
Where: Singing statues at the temple.
When: Pre-talking birds.
Warnings/Notes: typical Dixon warnings, nothing out of the ordinary
[Given his paltry contributions to the team so far - probably the best thing he's done has been mostly keeping his distance after getting in fights with a solid three-quarters of the people he's met here - Dixon probably should be working on getting back in everyone's good graces with stocking up the food store, doing laundry, taking watch, doing literally anything that would help out others and cement his status as part of the team. He's not doing those things. He's almost emphatically, spitefully not doing those things. Being a slacker is an art form perfected over years, and a habit that takes a similar length of time to shed.
Instead, he's wandering around the singing statues, occasionally poking at them and mostly trying to make sense of the strange music. He's harmonizing with them where possible, vaguely annoyed that whatever timing they doesn't line up with most of the songs he knows. He doesn't know if it's a beat thing or a time signature thing or what - his qualifications to talk about music can be summed up as "really big fan of The Bangles" - but what he does know is that everything sounds a little off from everything he's ever heard before.
Which doesn't mean he isn't trying to shove Western melodies on top of the bed of eerie hymns. In a way, he's been intermittently kind of relieved to have something to occupy him away from everyone else. He's been a combination of edgy from the nicotine withdrawal and embarrassed at how messy he looks, with his face scarred all over one side, a botched shavejob with a pocketknife, and plenty of new bangs and bruises from tangling with people.
But any kind of peace of mind is transient, as soon enough, the pendulum swings back to loneliness. Back and forth. Dixon doesn't seem able to settle on what he wants. So he's a bit relieved when he turns around one group of statues in the grove and runs into someone else.
He makes the immediate assumption that this guy's Kon's dad. It's second-nature to draw these inferences from likenesses. Ebbing's small enough that if you run into two strangers who look significantly alike, there's a better chance they're family than not.]
Hey, you figured out that you can sing 'Wayfaring Stranger' over these? [He raises a finger as if he's literally trying to balance a note on it.] I'm going there to see my mother, she said she'd meet me when I come.
[He's managed to alter the cadence of the phrasing just enough that it works.]
What: Chance encounter over music.
Where: Singing statues at the temple.
When: Pre-talking birds.
Warnings/Notes: typical Dixon warnings, nothing out of the ordinary
[Given his paltry contributions to the team so far - probably the best thing he's done has been mostly keeping his distance after getting in fights with a solid three-quarters of the people he's met here - Dixon probably should be working on getting back in everyone's good graces with stocking up the food store, doing laundry, taking watch, doing literally anything that would help out others and cement his status as part of the team. He's not doing those things. He's almost emphatically, spitefully not doing those things. Being a slacker is an art form perfected over years, and a habit that takes a similar length of time to shed.
Instead, he's wandering around the singing statues, occasionally poking at them and mostly trying to make sense of the strange music. He's harmonizing with them where possible, vaguely annoyed that whatever timing they doesn't line up with most of the songs he knows. He doesn't know if it's a beat thing or a time signature thing or what - his qualifications to talk about music can be summed up as "really big fan of The Bangles" - but what he does know is that everything sounds a little off from everything he's ever heard before.
Which doesn't mean he isn't trying to shove Western melodies on top of the bed of eerie hymns. In a way, he's been intermittently kind of relieved to have something to occupy him away from everyone else. He's been a combination of edgy from the nicotine withdrawal and embarrassed at how messy he looks, with his face scarred all over one side, a botched shavejob with a pocketknife, and plenty of new bangs and bruises from tangling with people.
But any kind of peace of mind is transient, as soon enough, the pendulum swings back to loneliness. Back and forth. Dixon doesn't seem able to settle on what he wants. So he's a bit relieved when he turns around one group of statues in the grove and runs into someone else.
He makes the immediate assumption that this guy's Kon's dad. It's second-nature to draw these inferences from likenesses. Ebbing's small enough that if you run into two strangers who look significantly alike, there's a better chance they're family than not.]
Hey, you figured out that you can sing 'Wayfaring Stranger' over these? [He raises a finger as if he's literally trying to balance a note on it.] I'm going there to see my mother, she said she'd meet me when I come.
[He's managed to alter the cadence of the phrasing just enough that it works.]