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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 28, 2017 18:04:37 GMT -5
Video Killed the Radio Star @talwyn (or open), NOTES Memories... memories everywhere..., Colette thought, as she played with her little tablet device, sorting out the videos she downloaded to the small gadget before departing Earth. She tapped the one titled 'Red Balloons.mp4', and in a second, a badly made, but definately top-notch music video started playing right before her eyes. It was her, with green hair and dressed in a classic red Star Trek miniskirt uniform at her synthesizer, accompanied on bass by Greg, dressed in a lizard costume to look like the Gorn, playing their rendition of the classic '80s song '99 Luftballons', aka ' 99 Red Balloons'. As she watched herself singing with an over-empathized Quebecois accent, the young Canadian couldn't help but smile. She felt nostalgic, seeing this quirky video of her and someone she once loved, with all the 'flashy' camera moves, closing in on her face, then venturing on Greg's lizard suited persona, all looking like if the cameraman were stoned while recording this (which wasn't far from the truth, actually). 'Ninety-nine red balloons Floating in the summer sky Panic bells, it's red alert There's something here from somewhere else The war machine springs to life Opens up one eager eye Focusing it on the sky Where ninety-nine red balloons go by'When the lyrics went 'Everyone's a super hero, Everyone's a captain Kirk', the scene changed to an incredible fight scene between a Jim Kirk action figure and a Lamb Chop sock puppet, brawling each other in a duel to death (with the puppeeters' hands not much well-hidden), then came the psychedelic part with an extreme close-up of Colette's blue eyes, combined with a negative shot of a cat (highly resembling Col's tabby, Edgar) jumping down from a tree, played backwards and looped infinitely. The girl felt strange. Watching this recording was a weird mixture of joy and sorrow for her. She felt nostalgic, longing for those days she thought will last forever. She and Greg were so perfect together! Best friends, bandmates, musicians... and nothing more, never ever! Because I was so much idiotic, like some damn chicken, never being able to tell him how I really felt. Why? Why why why why? Then, suddenly a large knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and made her suddenly rise her head in curiosity, who might be it at this hour. Apparently, someone heard the loud music emanating from her small shack and now wants to tell her to shut it off. Or maybe it was someone in need of some first aid help, trying to find out where the mighty 'Doctor Blanchet' might live. "Who is it?", she shouted, pausing the music video, "Hello...."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 22:49:16 GMT -5
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] I hear voices, voices in my mind Voices from the past that always seem to find "You need to go forward. You heard. You need to hide. Cover. Go. You need to—"
”I know. I know. You do not have to keep repeating that. I’m walking, can’t you see? Just leave me alone for a moment Collie. I will find cover, but first I need to find Tal. He will be around here – BROTHER! BROTHER!”Bare feet padded along the uneven terrain as a female wandered through the forest talking out loud to her imaginary friend, Collie. Normally Collie tended to be a bit more quiet, but for some reason, she was being exceptionally annoying today. Oh So worried that she would end up being roasted a live, as if! Although, it could also be because her brother was not here. He tended to scare Collie off pretty quick, probably because the two didn’t get a long. Of course, he was her anchor to reality. Always had been. It was just too easy to slip into the fantasy – Especially since Collie just seemed way too real. Sometimes Talwyn could even touch her. Besides, it was nice to not be a lone…At least until she found her brother. They hadn’t been apart this long before, and so the overall feeling of isolation on this weird planet, was a bit much. That mixed with her other two best friends being gone…Well…Talwyn was relying on the only person in her peripheral that she could speak with. Huffing and puffing, Wyn maneuvered through the uneven ground with ease, and before long she was wandering along a mountain ridge. That was when she heard it. The noise that spattered through her hazed mind and bright eyes looked upwards. It was, unique, to say the least. Do. Not. Go. There. You do not know who will be there, it could even be Tal. We do not need to see him right now. Let’s find somewhere-
Brother?! Wyn blocked out Collie, as she could sometimes do, and began to scramble up the mountain until she came across where the sound located and she paused briefly. Dirt smudged her cheek, and her bare feet were rather dirty, and her hair.. well that was a bit of a mess, to be honest. She may or may not have tried to coax some big worm thing into letting her ride it. It did not work out well and she may or may not have been thrown a few feet. Her elbows and knees were all scratched and a bit coated with blood, and she was just a sore sight in general. Knock! Brow crinkled slightly she walked up to the entrance, the suggestion to knock was ridiculous but she abided – Banging loudly on the side of the frame as hard as she can. Definitely not polite. Definitely not quiet. And then she appeared. Well. What a disappointment. She was definitely not brother. She had definitely never met someone so young and pretty before. Her eyes widened as big as they would go, and she must have looked quite the sight. All scraggled, scratched and beaten up with her eyes beaming in shock before she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind, "Want to dance?"
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 3, 2017 17:22:10 GMT -5
Video Killed the Radio Star @talwyn (or open), NOTES
"Dance? Well, I love to da...", Colette shouted joyfully, while she turned around, but then she suddenly stopped as the words froze to her throat. She couldn't even grasp for a moment, as she saw a young woman, full of scratches and injuries, beaten up and with muzzled hair, standing in her door, apparently in a state of shock, not even sure where she was. Kinda shocked herself, Colette wondered what could've happened to this poor woman, and then, she wondered how was she able to walk all the way up here. Her bruises were severe, among the most serious injuries the young medic encountered since her exile to this awful planet. Has she been attacked by a wild animal? Or did she fall off a cliff during the night? Or someone from the colony beat her up? Col felt disgust even thinking about that last possibility. But, lucky for this poor soul, at least she stumbled upon the right person now.
"What the hell happened to you??", Colette asked wide-eyed, as she observed her unlikely visitor more closely, but then, as quickly as she could, she jumped to find her medkit. Opening it up, she began frantically searching for the equipment she required to treat those injuries. "I'm a healer. Let me see your wounds.", she said, now in a calm manner, trying to signal the woman she's in good hands. She walked closer, and gently took her arm by arm, leading her to the nearby bed. "Let's sit down here, okay? Thaaat's good."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 14:06:31 GMT -5
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Talwyns eyes were wide as the girl seemed to take in her appearance with such concern. Why was she concerned? The girl was walking and talking. It was just a few scratches. (although not really). Collie was chirping along with the music in her head, and the girl didn’t say anything for an awkward amount of time as she tried to focus. Normally music and others made Collie quiet, but for some reason she was going absolutely crazy. Wyn’s eyes moved to watch her dancing around the room before she realized she was being sit down. Then suddenly, as if catching up, the question the young healer had asked her caught up. ”OH you should have seen it! Collie was all like Don’t you dare go ride that giant worm thing and I was like but it would be so fun! So I climbed this tree, and the tree was just tall enough I could jump right on it’s big giant worm head! It was so so much fun! But the worm didn’t like it much and threw me a few meters before it scurried away. Collie says that we were lucky since the giant worm could have swallowed me whole, but I think he is just misunderstood. I think he had kind eyes.”Her long winded explanation was emphasised with lots of movements of her arms to show her falling onto the worm and then SMACK tossed aside like a rag doll into some bushes. ”It was amazing! Collie - - Collie tell her!” Talwyn looked past the medic, her eyes glancing at the imaginary feature that was doing a disco dance in the middle of the floor that was obviously not even there. 'She can’t see me. Remember? Geez sometimes you are a bit dense I’d think.' ”Oh! Right. Sorry.”She mumbled half under her breath, before her eyes maneuvered back to Colette a bit wary then, as she had made the one mistake her brother and Collie had always told her. Collie was okay for Talwyn, but others would not understand. Others would think she was a tad insane. It wasn’t her fault her imaginary friend didn’t disappear as she grew up. Living alone in a forest probably had something to do with it. She was just so excited, and she hadn’t actually talked to someone other than Collie in ..well..months.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 5, 2017 16:59:56 GMT -5
Video Killed the Radio Star @talwyn (or open), NOTES
Colette watched curiously as the injured woman began to act very strangely. First, she began to talk total nonsense (and not that kind of nonsense she was usually talking), about jumping on top of one of those giant worm thingies (who the hell would be so stupid to do such, really?), then she apparently seemed to be talking to someone not present. It seemed like if she were holding a conversation with some invisible individual, only present in her mind. Collie... Who the hell might be Collie? Some dog or what? Colette raised an eyebrow, as she watched her visitor shaking her arms and playing out her (real or imaginary?) confrontation with the giant worm.
The young healer wondered, if this strange woman might have some sort of mental disease, schizophrenia or some sort of paranoid behaviour, and tried to remember all those textbooks she's read for her exams about such illnesses. She remembered visiting mental wards both in Montreal and in Brazil, and those schizoid patients being treated there, trying to compare their behaviour with those shown by this poor soul. She also came up with a theory that this strange behaviour could've been caused by either the accident or attack in which she was injured or the effects this alien planet had on the human brain and its physiology. Anyways, she certainly needed help. Both physically and mentally.
Of course, physical help should come first and foremost, Colette thought, as she looked at the woman's wounds, and, again trying to get her to sit down to the bed, prepared the first aid kit and the surgical equipment to heal them. "Who's Collie?", she asked, looking at her reluctant patient, "I'm your friend. And also Collie's friend. You can tell me everything. Trust me.", she then said, on a low and helpful voice.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 22:20:27 GMT -5
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] I hear voices, voices in my mind Voices from the past that always seem to find "You need to go forward. You heard. You need to hide. Cover. Go. You need to—"
”Collie? Oh! She’s no one. Do not worry about her, she’s gone now anyways.” Talwyn flipped her hand, as if making a shooing motion to emphasize that her imaginary friend was no longer in the cave of a home. The last thing she needed was having some girl look at her like she was crazy. Even if she was. Although, technically not in the same sense others would think. The last thing she needed was those crazy doctors who thought they knew everything when really they just didn’t understand. Collie wasn’t because she was ill. Collie was so that she didn’t do crazy things. Not that it worked. Collie was her friend. Her conscience. Her right from wrong. Even when wrong seemed to normally win. As Colette began to try to treat Wyn’s wounds, her legs started to bounce as if in excess energy. ”You know. You really look like you aren’t here. Like you are always analysing everything but at the same time, you are pretending you aren’t. Is there a reason for that?” Clarity in her eyes as she looked into Colette’s face, before instantly a smile spread out on her lips and she bounded off and away from the girl that was trying to treat her. A few trickles of blood were zigzagging down her leg, as well as on her knee, elbow and shoulderblade, but she seemed to just ignore it. The one thing was, she had a nice little gash on her forehead that probably needed stitches. ”And you are not my friend. I do not even know you. Crazy woman! Why would I trust someone who I have been calling ‘crazy woman’ in my head? Seeing how you didn’t even offer your name before you started to poke and prod me” She added, referencing the whole trying to make it so she didn’t die thing. Looking over her shoulder, she flashed a big smile towards Colette as complete friendliness and openness echoed in her voice. The entire time she spoke, she was looking and studying everything and even so much as looking at the tablet. Looking at the tablet as if it was some odd and unusual thing. Well. To be honest. It was not something she had ever seen before. And yes, the irony that she was calling the healer a crazy woman.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 10, 2017 17:31:21 GMT -5
Video Killed the Radio Star @talwyn (or open), NOTES
Colette watched the woman, trying to take some mental notes regarding her irrational behaviour, while she prepared the medical kit to take care of her wounds. Apparently, Collie was an 'invisible person', only appearing to her alone, giving her advices, or rather say, instructions, which she, as seemed, were frequently debating with the imaginary 'friend'. Collie was the manifestation of the woman's split personality, representing the 'voices in her head', telling her what to do or what to think concerning someone or something. Multiple personality disorder, Colette thought, and tried to remember everything she learned at school regarding that condition.
'Like you are always analysing everything but at the same time, you are pretending you aren’t. Is there a reason for that?' Colette smirked a little when she heard this remark, and thought about just how perfectly this mentally ill woman just summed up the work of a psychiatrist.
The young Canadian was formulating a theory. Most probably, her reluctant patient was getting the proper treatment for her condition back on Earth, but here, without the necessary medical and psychiatrical help, her symptoms began to show again, and even worsen. She was definately sure she couldn't get her hands on schizophrenia drugs out here, so she needed to find some other way to help her, which seemed almost impossible under these circumstances. But first, she had to help her in a vastly different way, e.g. treat her wounds, and fast, but the woman seemed like someone who'd just jump up at every moment, not allowing her to take care of those injuries.
"I'm sorry. My name is Colette.", she said apologetically, while bangading some of the bruises, realizing that indeed she didn't tell her name to her night-time guest, "And yes, I want to be your friend.", she added in a calm tone, looking into the woman's eyes, while she picked up a small bottle of polyhexanine, to sanitize the wounds. "It might hurt a bit, but not much.", she said calmly with a smile, trying to gain the woman's trust. "And I'm glad Collie is gone. You know, you don't have to listen to her. We'll manage perfectly without her, right?", she then said, deciding to play-along a little.
It seemed that in one moment the woman was outraged, then in the other, she seemed to behave like if Colette were her best friend in the whole wide world (well, given the population of this hellhole planet, it might not be surprising, actually). She gave her healer a big smile, and then, while she was treating her injuries, she seemed to observe most of the things in her surroundings, especially being curious about her little tablet device. "Hey.", Colette looked at her, indicating the small gadget, "Wanna hear some music?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 20:00:22 GMT -5
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] I hear voices, voices in my mind Voices from the past that always seem to find "You need to go forward. You heard. You need to hide. Cover. Go. You need to—"
”You may call me, Elizabeth.” Was her instant and automatic response to Colette giving her name just as she managed to sit down again to let the healer bandage her wounds. Why was she talking to her as if she was a little child? Did she not realize that it made her sound like she was a little crazy in the head? But, it was something Talwyn was used too. After all, most people who thought they were smarter than Talwyn had the exact same tone of voice. Doctors. Psychiatrists. That guy down the forest from her back on Earth. All strangers. People were peculiar. Just because Talwyn saw her imaginary friend once in a while, this girl was acting as if she didn’t know anything. ”The first rule of being my friend, is to not talk to me like I am five years old. It makes you come across as weird and crazy. Second..” Talwyn paused, watching the healer for a moment as she put some liquid on her cuts that burned, but was barely noticeable to the girl who had once broken her foot and walked five miles back home with the help of her wolf, Luna. This girl may be talking to her like she was slow minded, but at least she was being friendly. ”Collie tells me things like, I shouldn’t jump onto the head of a 20 foot worm. So, telling me not to listen to her, is something my brother would get very mad at you for.” There was no animosity in her tone, simple explanatory nonchalance as her eyes roamed around until – music! Yes! The girl’s serious looking face suddenly lit up brilliantly. ”Yes! Please!” The one thing that always calmed her, other than woodworking and her animals, was music. Her brother had always played her records (yes records) or would play his violin for her. It was the best way to calm her mind. Calm her thoughts.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 20, 2017 13:13:11 GMT -5
Video Killed the Radio Star @talwyn, NOTES
Colette listened to the woman, and realized that indeed, she fell into the usual 'professional behaviour' trap most doctors and psychiatrists tried to avoid, but usually with little success. She was talking to her like if she were five years old. Of course, she might be suffering from serious split personality disorder, but still, she was a grown-up woman, who easily discovered the real intentions behind her wannabe counselor's kind demeanour. The young Canadian now felt she needed to change her style if she wanted to get into the mind of whoever this strange and apparently severely ill person might be.
"Glad to meet you.", Col said with a grin when the woman told her name, and trying to sound like if she were talking to a friend of her age rather than a kindergarten child or a patient, "Elizabeth... that sounds like Liz Taylor or the Queen of England.", she shrugged and again, made a slight, but all-teeth grin, while treating the woman's injuries.
Another thing she learned was that 'Collie', Elizabeth's imaginary friend, or rather let's say a facet of her split personality, was actually representing the safe-guard in her mind, the 'guardian angel' role who told the woman what to do to keep out of danger and prevent her from hurting herself. It might be the representation of the 'Super-ego', ruling over Elizabeth's mind, protecting it from falling apart. Holy Freud.
"Tell me about your brother.", Colette changed the topic, and hoped to gain some additional information about her patient, and also to gain her sympathy by sharing some of her own background. "What's he like? You know, I also have a brother. He's a complete nerd. He can beat you in whichever computer game, but he almost peed in his pants when a girl from his class asked him out for lunch."
"Alright!", Colette jumped to reach for her little tablet device, and search for some music. Music was the universal language which could bring people together anywhere, anywhen, she firmly believed that. "What kind of music you'd like to hear? Something hip and dancy? Or rather maybe something slow?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 19:16:42 GMT -5
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] I hear voices, voices in my mind Voices from the past that always seem to find
Talwyn had already forgotten she had given a false name, which is something she did often to people just out of pure enjoyment. When Colette mentioned that it was like Liz Taylor, the girl tried not to scrunch her nose. She did, after all, have absolutely no idea what Colette was talking about. Was she calling Wyn a Queen? That made Talwyn’s shoulders raise and fall backwards to straighten her spine but she made no other comment until Colette mentioned her brother. The girl did not know how to be subtle did she? Although, to a degree, the one way to get to know Talwyn was to talk about her brother. ”My brother is named Tal. He should be here, but I cannot find him. I’ve been looking literally everywhere. What a bugger he is being, hiding for so long! I am so worried about him, how will he get on without me?” Although, to be honest it was mostly the other way around. Talius was always the one to take care of Wyn, If he was on this planet, he was probably having severe anxiety not being able to find her. He could be a tad over protective of his ‘little’ sister. Talwyn just had this complex where she thought she had to protect every living thing around her. ”My brother, I have never seen him playing games or with girls so I wonder if he would do the same thing? We were pretty a lone on Earth. Now, I guess we are just as alone except..not together.” The last words caused her lips to curl down ever so slightly Emotion seemed to flood her mind, causing her to blank for just a moment until suddenly Colette jumped up and grabbed the tablet. Music. Yes music! Talwyn’s depressed expression vanished and a big smile came over her face, eyes sparkling in that over emotional state they seemed to do when she was very pleased. Her hands clapped together before she answered what music she would like. " Johann Sebastian Bach please!” She jumped up and stood, leaning to look over at the tablet device with wide eyes as she clapped her hands enthusiastically. “Air on the G string! Air on the G string!” Energy seemed to scream through her as she did a little hop, much like a belieber would for Justin Bieber. If she knew who that was.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 23, 2017 17:08:01 GMT -5
Video Killed the Radio Star @talwyn, NOTES
Good, good, Colette smiled, as she was listening to the girl talking about her brother. She opened up to her, at least a bit, talking about personal things. Her tactic was good: she filled her in with a bit about her own personal background, which motivated her 'patient' to do the same. She listened to what Elizabeth told her about 'Tal', her brother, and wondered if he was a real person or just a fragment of her imagination - or maybe another part of her split personality? However, by the way she described him, the warm feelings she apparently had towards his lost brother, Col deducted he might really exist - or at least existed back on Earth. Who knows what happened to him since the planet went boom. Elizabeth was feeling a great loss thinking about him, possibly the person who were the closest to her in her whole life. It made Col think of her own family back home, and wondering what might've happened to them. She too was feeling a sort of loneliness without them, even though she lived years of her life apart from her folks and her brother.
"It is thirst. A flower dying in the desert.", she said with a quiet smile, quite sure Elizabeth didn't realize she was actually quoting from Star Trek, "I mean... loneliness.", she explained herself, then shook her head, realizing her silliness. "I'm sure your brother was just as cool as mine.", she then smiled, "When he was about 5, Maurice, my little brother thought if you break the glass of the TV screen, the characters will come out and eat you. So, once I pretended I was attacked by Gummy Bears and Donald Duck just to scare him to death.", she laughed, thinking about this memory. It took her parents a week to convince their son it's safe to sit in a room with the television on afterwards. They also forbid their kids to watch any more episodes of The Twilight Zone. Good old days!
Colette tapped her tablet device to select the music her 'patient' wanted to hear. It wasn't exactly what she was expecting from her to select. She was surprised on the woman knowing such classics. It was admirable, she thought, yet she wished Elizabeth would've selected something from Bach's piano concertos. The single thought of having a piano and being able to play it made Colette jump in ache. If only she had an instrument with herself here, she'd literally play it until her hands die of tiredness. She wanted to play Bach, all of his concertos, all of his piano works, now, now, now! She felt the keys below her fingers as she tapped them to play an arpeggio on these black and white beauties. If only...
"Johann Sebastian, here you go!", Col then shouted happily when the device started playing the piece Elizabeth wished to hear. It wasn't exactly something one would frantically dance to, but it was a calm and relaxing beautiful piece of classical music. "You seem to be well-versed in classics, Liz.", she then remarked, while still stitching up the woman's wounds.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2017 18:52:29 GMT -5
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] I hear voices, voices in my mind Voices from the past that always seem to find
"It is thirst. A flower dying in the desert.", What an odd statement for Colette to make, so random and so beautiful. Of course, Wyn would never have any idea what ‘star trek’ was, as she had no television growing up. So to her it was just a statement of how the heart aches when a lone. ”I hope my brother arrives soon. I hope yours does too, unless he is dead.” Yeah. She was blunt, and a little bit crass, but she didn’t quite understand the whole concept of being careful with words. People were so odd. ”Tal wouldn’t be dead. He is too strong and perfect. But if he is, than it will be my fault as I am supposed to protect him. He always called me his protector.” Nevermind that she was a tad on the small side of the female population. To Wyn, size never mattered. Then she turned on the music. The music seemed to soar to Talwyn, and her eyes instantly closed as the softness released into the silent of the night. Ignoring whatever pinch was apparently on her foreleg as the healer finished the final stitch, the girl promptly moved off her seat. It was as if the music sang into her very soul, echoing to the beauty that was lost on Earth. Everything thrummed and vibrated from the tip of her toes to the very top of her head until her legs were moving in the slightest of ways. With her one foot pointing outwards behind her, the leg extending completely straight until the tip of her toes brushed against the ground, she maneuvered from the Arabesque pose to a small dip and then raising upwards until she felt she was reaching for the sky and balanced on the tip of her toes. The softest of smiles played over her lips, her head swaying ever so slightly as everything seemed to be blocked out. Her dance, in perfect ballet form, was slow moving, with all emotion cast outwards from her positioning. How long had it been since she had listened to music? How long had it been since the stretch of her limbs until they ached had happened? The complete release of all worldly stresses as she entered her own world for a few minutes. And then her eyes fluttered open and her brilliant blues landed on Colette. Yes. Talwyn did not grow up with the normal music a child. She grew up with the classics, and never heard anything different than that. Didn’t realize there was different than that. So. To sum up. The crazy girl knew Bach, and how to dance classical ballet but had no idea what a tablet was and didn’t seem to see the recently stitched wound had blood trickling out slightly from the exertion of the stretched movements. “I love your device. It is as if he is here. It is so…” Her voice paused as she listened to the heightened tempo of the music, brows furrowing for a moment as she tried to focus on what she was going to say. ”It is so beautiful. If you wish to ask me more of your badly disguised psychological questions, I would recommend doing so while this music plays. It is clarity. Collie knows music is clarity, so she never seems to want to dance with me” ### NOTES:I totally listened to G string while writing this
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 24, 2017 12:14:54 GMT -5
Video Killed the Radio Star @talwyn, NOTES Listening to Elizabeth, Colette got reassured in her assumption that her brother played in a very important part in the woman's life back on Earth. According to the woman, he needed her protection. Yet, she described him as strong and perfect. Similarly to her imaginary friend, Collie, he was probably another one who gave Liz the right kind of input, along with some love and guidance. Now she was lacking all that, and it probably participated in her getting into this condition, wrestling a giant worm (at least if one can take her account seriously, but still, injuring herself quite harshly). Liz was an interesting case. The psych student had some minor experience with schizoid patients back on Earth, but it was rather just a few visits to such institutions as part of a students' field exercise, rather than real sessions or anything. Apart from that, she could only rely on textbooks. Neverthless, she was determined to get to know more about the woman's apparent condition, and try to help her as much as possible. She sighed, feeling like Sherlock Holmes or Hercule Poirot: wherever they went, murder followed. Wherever she goes, cases in need of psychatric help follow her. She slightly laughed on that thought. "I'm sure he'll alive. And I'm sure my brother is alive as well.", she said, assuringly with a friendly glance, "We're never alone, Liz."She tried to think of Elizabeth as more than just a 'case' and a 'patient', and it wasn't hard. She could see the woman's vulnerability, but also her intelligence and strong personality. She loved Bach, that was for sure, Col smiled in herself, as she watched Liz getting up and doing some rather funny movements and getting into even funnier poses, letting herself be enveloped into the music, its perfect harmonies, which now filled the room. The awesomeness of music, its power to touch the human soul was something Colette always thought to be among the greatest miracles of life. And it seemed her new-found patient agreed with her. "Well, I can present you with some less thinly-veiled psychological questions as well, if you allow me.", Col addressed her with a grin, as the music slowly faded away. She enjoyed just how much Liz was fascinated with her little device, which was basically the thing which kept her alive since arriving to this hellhole of a planet. "I truly love music.", she said, "I could listen to music whole day long." Then, she suddenly got an idea. "Hey, let me show you something."With that, she tapped her little gadget again, and began to search for a video stored in the hard drive. She soon found it, and pressed 'play', indicating the woman to watch and listen. The video soon started: it was a recording of a small concert room filled with an audience mostly consisting of parents, kids and relatives. In the middle of the room stood a classic concert piano. A 12-year-old girl, dressed for the occassion in a fancy dress, but apparently wishing she'd wear something more comfortable, sat at the large instrument on a small chair. One could easily identify the girl, as she looked almost exactly like her grown-up version: the same sassy blonde hair, whimsical blue eyes and large mouth, full of teeth she later came to describe as 'Jaws 4-D'. The capture on the video read: 'Concert d'examen - 30.04.2004'. Soon, the small audience got silent and the girl began playing Beethoven's Piano Sonata Nr. 3 aka 'Appassionata', again, filling the room with wonderful music. Colette closed her eyes, and began to play along, moving her fingers on an imaginary piano keyboard in front of her, making the exact movements her 12-year-old self made more than a decade before. She felt the piece of music in her hand, like if she'd just played it a minute ago for the last time. She knew exactly which imaginary key to hit and when on an instinctive level. It was the miracle of music. And of course, the result of countless years of practicing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2017 16:01:59 GMT -5
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] I hear voices, voices in my mind Voices from the past that always seem to find
Talwyn looked at the little mirrior device, her eyes studying it for a moment before Colette seemed to tap with her fingers against it and a video was playing. The girl's eyes widened ever so slightly, watching the magic play across teh screen until the music could be heard. Talwyn's hand reached out, hovering over the glass screen but not touching it. Her finger lining over the placement of the little igrl before pulling back ever so slightly and raising her eyes to look at Colette with a small smile. "How are you there?" Was the simple question, before she glanced down again as if unknowingly pulled toward the music itself. It seemed to play throughout the little cave, echoing amongs tthe silence and caused her smile to slowly turn from a small smile to a little frown. The curve of her lips tilting down ever so lightly before hs ebit on her lower lip. "I miss it. To play. I bet you do as well. The freedom. The beauty. The emotions. It calms me, to play. I have not played in a long while, and I miss it. It feels very lonely without my fingers being able to explain my emotions" Her voice was soft, barely a whisper as she seemed lost in thought for the briefest of moments. Clarity visual in her eyes before it disappeared and she smiled again brilliantly and clapped her hands. "I will play soon. I hope you will too. Do you only play the piano? Or is there any other music you play?" Piano was not something Talwyn played, her choice was always string instruments. Vioolin was her favorite, as she loved the feeling of the music thrumming through her fingers. The vibrations running through her touch to echo in her very soul. Gods, how she missed the feeling of playing, and it had been way too long. Wyn remembered that she had given the wrong name to Colette, and part of her was regretting it but the other part didn't really care. It mingled together until she decided to just go with it, as it was a little bit exciting to be someone new for once. Collie had been shaking her head at her behind Colette, and the girls eyes flickered over to her friend for just a moment. Clear vision watching as Collie seemed to have a temper tantrum over something. Maybe she did not like Wyn conversing with this healer? Collie tended to not like healers even more so than Talwyn. It was the one thing the both of them fully agreed on, which was very rare in deed. One would t hink, if her friend realyl did tell her what was good and what was bad, and tried to keep her away from the bad - Then why wouldn't she like Talwyn talking to someone who could help her? ### NOTES:I totally listened to G string while writing this
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 27, 2017 17:38:01 GMT -5
Video Killed the Radio Star @wynand, NOTES
Colette noticed just how much Elizabeth was fascinated by her little device. She found it something totally wonderous and marvelous, a little bit of wizardry in the midsts of all this not-so-fairy tale-like existence. For her, it was a small box of wonders, filling the room (and the world) with music and letting her imagination loose. Honestly, she was quite fond of this little gadget herself, as it allowed her to listen, watch and read all those stuff left from her old home. It was the last remnant of life back on Earth, all the sounds and images she deemed to be worthy of saving as humanity's legacy. She made an unintentional smile when Liz asked her, wondering on this witchcraft, how did she manage to be on that small screen and here in the room at the same time. "Hey, it's magic!", she smiled, while still following her own movements on her imaginary piano.
So, Liz was not only fascinated by music, she was also a musician herself. Or, at least, she used to play music. And was missing it. Well, Colette knew exactly that feeling. She was literally aching for a piano or a synthesizer, in every waking hour, she felt her hands want to touch those small keys again to play a sonata or a jazz tune or even some weird pop sh.t or anything. That made her to be even more curious about her new-found 'patient'. What else might be lying behind the surface of this mentally ill woman?
"Oh, well, I mostly play piano, yes. But not really classical music, to be honest.", she spoke up when she finished 'playing', "I played keyboards and did backing vocals in a modern jazz band back in Montreal.", she explained, "You know, fusion kind of stuff. We were called The Zanti Misfits. Then, when we changed lineup we renamed ourselves Peggy & The Liptons.", she shook her head, realizing she began bubbling, which might confuse Liz, and that was exactly the opposite of her intention. On the other hand, she noticed just how casually she behaved, totally forgetting the 'psych talk' stuff and behaving like a friend instead of a therapist. She almost didn't even notice when the woman glanced back into thin air, probably imagining one of her 'friends' there. "But I can also play the guitar. I'm not Satriani, but my playing it okay, I guess."
Now, it was her time to ask, intrigued to find out more about Elizabeth's musical background. Who knows, maybe they could even form some sort of a duo. Simon & Garfunkel the Crazy Girls Edition. But I'm gonna be Garfunkel. Now Col truly wished her synthesizer to arrive with the next drop, but knew there's a very little if any chance for that. "What instrument do you play, Liz?", she asked curiously, while still listening to the classical piece played by her own 12-year-old self on the small tablet screen.
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