Event Eight.

[awashmods]

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care; The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there. No more from the cottage again will I roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's hot as hell right now, but that aside, it's pretty pleasant. You probably don't want to wander around the Town right now, but... Naturally, now's when the Town is going to start thoroughly encouraging you to do just that. You do want to find your doorway back home, don't you? Better get searching! And don't mind the other worlds you might end up stumbling into first. Welcome to Awash's eighth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[troubadamsel]

[maribelle hasn't gotten far enough to go into the train yet... as the train itself is fascinating to her.]

What in the world is this?

[tropism]

A train to Florence. Although I'm not sure if it'll take us there at all, given the ... state of things.

[ giorno is ... methodically pulling whatever luggage he can find and going through each one he manages to open with a pocket knife and a pin. he does this expertly, and takes tally of each interesting or useful thing he finds, which he then deposits into another luggage, whose items were emptied previously.

he does find something interesting, however. someone's fancy with an ipod, and giorno whistles. he's only ever seen these things in commercials. he powers it up, and then calls over to maribelle - ] Come here, I wanna show you something.

[troubadamsel]

[She's about to ask what exactly a train is, but if he wants to show her something, she's not going to say no. She makes her way over, eyebrows raised.]

Hm? What is it?

[tropism]

I'll put this over your ears, and you'll listen to something interesting.

[ giorno adjusts the headphones and the volume. he takes his time to look through the library for a song, and once he finds one, he extends his hands towards her - ] You'll have to come a little bit closer, if you want to hear the word of god.

[ maybe not literally, and he's not serious about it, but he does want her to experience this one. ]

[troubadamsel]

[okay but gods literally exist in her world, so...]

What?! You can actually hear the gods through this and not prayer? That's amazing!

[tropism]

[ realizing his mistake, giorno frowns, and then replies with, ] I'm sure at some point in their lives people have regarded Britney as such. She did go to Mars and back.

Anyway, here she is. For your listening pleasure. [ please enjoy britney. ]

and just like that this becomes one of my favorite threads

[troubadamsel]

The words of the great goddess Brittney...

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Th-this is very unusual gospel!

[tropism]

She's a very strong, and caring woman. [ rather somberly: ] One gets easily captivated by her words and the songs get stuck in the mind fairly easily. It's amazing, really. She's very popular in my world.

[troubadamsel]

Hm... well... it's not what I'm used to, but she certainly does have a beautiful voice. It's no wonder her gospel is so popular. Tell me, is she the goddess of the arts in your realm?

[tropism]

She's got competition. Someone this talented, well, it's only natural.

[ he quietly looks through the track list. ]

I can let you listen to her other songs if you'd like.

[troubadamsel]

Hm... I feel a bit selfish. This is your world, after all, you should be the one hearing the words of your gods.

[tropism]

Believe me, her songs are never too far away from me. They're the kind to stick with you for days.

[ he loads up another song for her. ] I used to have more time to listen to such things, and ... now I'm here.

[troubadamsel]

... You never know what you'll miss until it's gone.

[tropism]

True. But sharing makes it a lot easier to bear. Two people knowing that something existed at one point in time is better than one person having to remember everything.

Try this one. [ another song, overprotected. ]

[troubadamsel]

Very well. If you insist, I am honored to listen to whatever you please.

[tropism]

Sit here.

[ gestures over one of the tables. ] And try this one, too.

[ he'd found some candy in someone's luggage; giorno opens the package and shares it with her as they both listen to the song. ] Do you like sweets?

[troubadamsel]

Why, yes! Careful, darling, you're starting to spoil me.

[tropism]

[ giorno, amused: ] I'm pretty terrible with the ladies. You should see me back home.

[ and he does share, giorno only taking so much of it and leaving the rest to her. ]