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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 8, 2017 17:00:45 GMT -5
Give Me a Lift
As the people have mostly settled down in the northern area among the mountains, to escape the unbearable misery nicknamed the scorch, Colette had more free time on her hands. Still, injuries needed to be treated, broken arms and legs plastered and stomachaches caused by the alien meat cured, but she could spend a bit more time to pursue her out-of-work activities now. She spent most of this time either reading or trying to make some music - trying, because her small synthesizer still haven't arrived among the packages. She started to think it was lost somewhere in space or vaporized by a passing Klingon spacecraft, so she'll need to create her own keyboard instrument, using stone knives and bearkins. Nevermind, such small annoyances couldn't stop The Girl From The Green Dimension from composing and playing her music - even if it meant borrowing other colonists' guitars and re-stringing them upside down, so they'd fit her lefty way of playing.
Also, Col spent a lot time with kids, who were for some reason, drawn to her and her music. She often helped children by treating their injuries, and soon, she found herself to be surrounded by the various kids around, and eventually began playing music, doing sing-alongs or reading stories to them. It was cool, and reminded the young Canadian of the time she'd spent volunterring at hospitals back home. Hospitals which doesn't even exist anymore. They're nothing but cosmic dust now. Kinda philosophic, truly.
It was finally the night. The time when one could finally lurk outside without the prospect of turning into a puddle of mud on the sun. She always tried to make as much use of the night time as possible, venturing outside to do some much needed chores. Back on Earth, she was usually playing music in clubs or hanging out with friends during these hours, or staying home, watching Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood with her cat while smoking pot. But not here... Tonight Colette had to take care of a 'house call': one of the farmers had a horse with a broken leg, and despite Col insisting that she's not a vet, she relented when the farmer promised her some food which could last for weeks, in exchange for her medical services.
It took her about three hours to fix the horse' leg, afterwards she felt like if she'd just received her honorary vetenarian diploma, and definately needed some rest. Walking home, Colette was thinking about playing a game of identifying Bewitched episodes to make the trip seem shorter, when she heard some noise coming from nearby. Hopefully, it's a Martian prince riding around in his cosmic Lamborghini, so I could ask him for a lift, she wishfully thought. Or a giant three-headed kiwi, hungry for human flesh, looking for its prey, in which case her career on this planet might come to a short and abrupt end. Let's hope for the first option.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Jan 15, 2017 16:28:47 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Figuring out where to park his car so it could charge without melting had proved challenging. The machine's body sported his failures - the slightly sagging bumped in the rear, a side mirror that dipped on the left, and a hood that vaguely outlined the engine underneath. At least the first two weren't horrendously noticeable, and the latter looked kind of cool (in his opinion), as if it had been part of the original design. With the vehicle now soaking up just enough indirect rays during the day to charge without melting, Jaron had a lot more freedom at night. He'd started driving around just for fun... Though he had to admit, he wasn't all that adventurous. Thus far he'd only made several loops back to his shoddy cabin in the night, searching it for damage. It was shaded enough by the forest that it had yet to go up in flames, but he hadn't missed how the trees protecting it were now barren. He would be amazed if his home made it through this dreadful season. Lost in thought on the drive back from yet another trip down to Nemus, he wondered how much longer they'd all have to endure this. He'd already pondered "what if this is it" too many times to count, so Jaron now settled on there being an end somewhere... It just wasn't yet in view. His musings had him speeding faster along the flat, dry terrain than he usually did. He wasn't terribly far from the caves of the mountains now, but when he zipped past a figure in the darkness he skidded to a halt anyway. The man didn't waste his time counting hours until daylight - with his car, he didn't have to worry about cutting it too close unless he wanted to do some serious exploring, which he was not inclined to do. At least not without Zee, who he'd seen far too little of since getting up here. He'd told himself it wasn't jealousy raging through him when he'd reached the caves that first night and she immediately burst into conversation with just about everyone around, while he had the urge to pull back. When that had become the case instead of turning himself into the life of the party, he didn't know. Maybe when he got here and no one knew who the hell he was. Anyway - figure. It had appeared to be a person, so Jaron kicked the Quant into reverse and backed up. It was a cloudy night, so the moons weren't as helpful as they usually were, but as he neared he realized it was a petite blonde. She didn't look particularly distressed, but parked the car and got out anyway, the door sailing upward like a wing. Emerging, he strode lazily around the front of the vehicle so the headlights would illuminate him, and leaned a hip against the bumper. "Want a ride?" he asked charmingly - not that he was trying. The tone came naturally to him. He crossed his arms over his chest. Despite the darkness it was still bloody hot out, so suddenly being stationary felt a little like suffocating. "I promise the trip is much more pleasant with the wind in your face," he smirked, eyeing her. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 17, 2017 18:04:51 GMT -5
Give Me a Lift
It was not a Lamborghini, but definately the former and much better outcome of the two, which made Colette happy. She joyfully walked to the car (or rather say, jumped) which parked nearby, the driver apparently being just as curious about the person he'd bumped into, than vice versa. She watched as the man stepped out of his vehicle, leaned against the bumper and invited her for a ride. Col observed him for a minute, getting to the conclusion that here was another local macho man wannabe, but she had to admit: he was doing it in a much better way than Crocodile Dundee. And in fact, there was indeed something charming in him: the way he just parked his car literally in the middle of nowhere in the darkest hour of night, and stepped out to give a lift to the damsel in distress, playing rebel without a cause, that was something rarely be found among so-called normal members of society. So, definately a good point. And he even had a sense of humour. Or at least, tried to have one.
"Wind in my face?", she asked with a friendly grin, "Oh, I'm used to that, usually I ride on my luck dragon, but unfortunately he's out of service now. He had too much Saurian brandy last night. So, thanks, I take the offer for a ride.", she smiled, pushing the last word.
She walked closer, observing the car and the man. He was so lucky: he had a car here in this backwater place of the galaxy. Others had some horses or mules, but this guy - he had a car. Wow! Not if Colette had a driver's licence or anything, but still, driving around in an automobile should be much pleasant than walking up and down until you can't move your feet. She also observed the guy, his more than casual behaviour, and decided to play along and let Mademoiselle Bubblish loose.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Colette.", she introduced herself, "I come from the same town as Captain Kirk, Captain Janeway The First Try, and Ryan Larkin, the famed animation director, later in life drunk beggar. Sad story.", she shrugged, eyeing the car and its driver.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Jan 28, 2017 20:23:23 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Jaron opened his mouth to issue a warm, "yeah", but snapped it shut a moment later as the girl rambled on like a crazy person. His brow furrowed slightly, despite his efforts to keep a stoic mask. The woman was either batshit insane, high as a fucking kite, or both. "Whatever you're smoking, I need some," he chuckled, shaking his head. He purposely avoided eye contact, because he didn't like the way she pushed at the word ride. He would give her a ride... In his car. Across the road-less terrain. To her destination, where he would leave her without a second thought. Her insanity kept him from having a single sexual thought in her direction, which was really saying something for the manwhore. Pff, manwhore? Who've you slept with since you got here?The self-reminder was humbling. Deflating, he pushed from the bumper as the girl drew closer, Jaron having every intention of taking a step back. She caught him off guard with more rambling, causing the man to raise a brow. Growing up the way he did, it was a miracle he even understood who she was referencing when she said Captain Kirk, but hell if he knew where he came from. The other names went way over the Entertainer's head, and he made no attempt to cover it up. Snorting, Jaron brush a finger over his nose and straightened. "Uh... Jaron," he responded, chuckling lightly. Leaning in, he lowered his voice. "Seriously, you need to let me know where you're getting that stuff." Zee would be beyond disappointed with him. She'd gotten the brunt of his withdrawals when they first got to PE, and it had only been recently that he could claim he was completely without craving. To revert to his old ways now would be... detrimental, to say the least. Only the thought of her disapproval had him pulling back and moving past Colette to reach for the passenger door. Pulling it open, he motioned for the blonde to get inside, face defaulting to to pretty-boy assured. "Après vous," he offered, utilizing the single French expression he knew. Once she was seated, Jaron closed the door and went around to his side. Settling behind the wheel, his fingers extended and flexed over the leather. "Any special requests?" he asked, cocking his head at Colette and praying she'd speak a language he understood. This luck dragon crap was confusing, even for his ex-druggie brain. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 3, 2017 13:39:56 GMT -5
Give Me a Lift
Alright. So Mr. Let's Invite The Girl For A Ride was apparently caught off guard by her bubblish demeanor. Just as she expected. Colette knew how to handle guys who tried to 'hit on her'. If they suddenly realize they have to deal with a 'weirdo' type of girl, they turn chicken and back off. Neverthless, she needed that ride, so she didn't hesitate to continue in a jovial manner. Who knows, he might turn out to be a nice guy, afterall.
"Well... I know a guy in Montreal who has some great stuff, especially for artsy people and musicians like me.", she answered to Mr. Rebel Without a Cause's inquiry regarding the stuff she was smoking, or rather say, what he suspected she might be smoking, "But I'm afraid he's not making excurses to distant planets.", she then shrugged, with a sad face. "You know, actually some people think I'm on acid... well... like all the time.", she confessed, with a weirdish smile, "But I have to confess, I never tried that in my life. Once we smoked hashish with Greg, my former friend and bass player, and stumbled to a fashion show...", she stopped for a moment, "Oh, but I can tell you about it later...", she shrugged with an innocent-looking Colette-ish smile, some people already knew (and feared) very much.
"Merci beaucoup.", the young Canadian thanked in her native language, after she heard Jaron addressing her in French. Another one of those tricks, right? Speak French, and let those girls melt! Or he was simply trying to be polite and show off some sympathy for her language and culture? Who knows? Hopping in to the passenger seat, she answered the next question, "Special requests? Hmm.", Colette thought for a moment, then looked out to the vastness of night, with a childish grin, "Second star to the right, and straight on 'till morning."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Feb 3, 2017 22:01:43 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]His eyebrows raised at the mention of Montreal, then lifted higher as she mentioned her profession. Had he really just picked up another Entertainer? Finally, someone who could understand how useless he felt being like "yeah, I sing and make people happy for a living" while everyone else actually did something helpful. He stayed quiet though, allowing her to continue her harmless monologue. She seemed suddenly more calm, which confused him, but he wasn't going to complain about it. At her request, Jaron rolled stuck his head out the window and tried to figure out which star she was pointing to. There were about a trillion out there, and the moons obscured more than a few, he'd bet. "Uh... How about I just aim for the mountains?" he countered, praying she'd take the offer. The Quant wouldn't remain charged for a much longer excursion, since he'd already done quite a bit of driving before picking her up. "The car'll run out of juice if we try to get too crazy," he warned, chuckling. After running a hand through his hair, he put the car in drive and started forward, the headlights bouncing over the uneven terrain. "So... You're an Entertainer?" he asked, voice probably a little too hopeful. He kept his eyes forward, not wanting to look overly eager. Where he planned to take the conversation after she confirmed his suspicion, he didn't know. It sounded like she wasn't actually on anything, so regardless of how their smalltalk progressed, it was unlikely that he'd try to form a friendship with her. Then again..... It would be really damn nice to have someone that really understood him. Zee tried, and she sympathized, but he still didn't think she truly got it. She was good at what she did, and tough as nails. Jaron was more likely to avoid a fight than pick one (though he'd like to think he'd defend himself well), and did little more than form meaningless relationships with everyone he came across, just so he could claim someone liked him. After twenty years of fame, solitude hit him pretty hard. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 4, 2017 14:29:08 GMT -5
Give Me a Lift
"Alright, Peter Pan. The mountainside is the perfect place to go.", Colette laughed slightly, as the guy tried to explain to her why they shouldn't go to Neverland, apparently not getting the reference. Instead of starting to explain to him that it was just as much a reference to Star Trek VI than to J.M. Barrie's work, she just shrugged, "Getting crazy is always fun. But I guess, we shouldn't tempt fate. I'm afraid we won't find a gas station out here."
Getting underway, Jaron seemed to be getting more curious about her now, that she mentioned she's a musician. It was a logical deduction that she might be an entertainer, and of course, she'd happily assume that role in the community, however, she believed there was a much more urgent need for a healer around than for a performer. However, she didn't think the role of an entertainer was totally futile in a place such as this. On the contrary, healing the spirit was just as important as healing the body, and that's why she also regularly assumed the role of a musician, playing sing-along with the kids or simply bursting into a song now and then. Based on his narcisstic demeanor and his curiosity towards both drugs and musicians, Col could imagine his makeshift chauffeur to be connected to arts in some way, which was kinda cool, actually. Out here among all these Crocodile Dundees and Tom Joads, it was refreshing to actually meet someone a bit from her walk of life.
"Well, I'm quite an entertaining person.", the young Canadian replied with a wide grin, not wanting to spoil the answers right away, "But entertainer... only as a hobby, I'd say.", she continued, finally explaining herself, "Back on Earth, I played in a modern jazz band. But here... here I'm mostly forging broken bones and healing people's wounds.", she said, "I'm a healer by profession. But I enjoy a nice jam session now and then.", she suggestively grinned, then turning her head to face the guy on the driver's seat, she asked, "How about you? What do you do, besides being the local taxi service?"
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Post by Jaron Namir on Feb 4, 2017 21:10:42 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]His mouth tugged down at one side when she called him Peter Pan, but he didn't comment on it. He was going to stop questioning why she said the shit she did. When she next spoke, Jaron's spirits dropped. Leading in that way immediately told him she wasn't a member of his class, after all, which meant that he was in the car with yet another someone who led a more meaningful existence than him. Fabulous. He sighed carefully, not wanting it to come out as the huff that he really wanted to make. She didn't need to think that he was annoyed with her when the truth was that he just felt completely inadequate. Coming to a planet where no one knew his name and everyone was too busy trying to survive to give a damn about his talents (or good looks) was more than a little disheartening to someone who thrived on being the center of attention. "Oh, no big deal, you're just a doctor," he snorted, shaking his head. "I'm an Entertainer. Singer, specifically," he divulged, feeling a little like melting into the seat. Never before had he felt embarrassed of himself, but PE was making damn sure he didn't have a good time here. Except, it gave him Zee.. "My stage name was Leo, back home. I was-," kind of a big deal, "-touring when the news came to evacuate." He shifted in his seat, pointedly keeping his eyes on the path ahead rather than aimed at Colette. "I really need to start pulling my weight around here." Shrugging, he continued, "But no one seems to care about kicking back and relaxing when this planet seems determined to kill us at every turn." Finally, his gaze found her face. She was a weird kind of pretty in what moonlight came in through the windshield, but she went from level-headed to crazy so quickly it gave him whiplash, and that kept him from finding her truly attractive. Besides, her nose was a little too sharp, her eyes too big, and her hair the wrong shade... Because you're comparing her to one particular person. Ass.[attr="class","sintag2"] Nicolette Blanchet x i'm just vomiting words onto the page at this point [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 5, 2017 17:43:04 GMT -5
Give Me a Lift
Colette's instinct was right. The guy was indeed a musician, and that was kinda cool. Although he might've felt differently about it, as she noticed when he told her his story. He was here as an entertainer, which, of course, seemed to be not much of use in the eyes of most colonist. Most people were either farmers or hunters, or healers like herself. People who tried to survive, putting that goal above anything else, including arts and music. She understood how one could feel useless in such an environment, but she, of all people, knew just how important entertainment and music can be for the soul. And hence, it is important for survival. That's why she herself regularly tried to perform music for people, who of course, understood very little about it and her intentions. Also, if Jaron wants to put himself to use, he can. Who said he can't help in collecting raw materials, food or hunting for alien beasties? Above all, he had a car. A real car, yeah, people, which did worth a lot. She was sure, he could be of great use for the colony.
"Well, not exactly a doctor.", she replied to the guy's inquiry, tilting her head, looking at the stars outside, above the windshield, "Actually, I'm only a med student. Psych student, to be exact.", she explained, "You know, watching Terminator II as a kid, I always thought Doctor Silberman to be the real hero of the film. Brave and valiant, even when Linda Hamilton stabs a pen into his hand. So... I decided I wanna be a psych doc.", she shrugged innocently.
"That's cool.", she smiled, when Jaron mentioned his music background and his touring, "I mean, being a singer and all that stuff.", she explained, "What genre? Hip hop? Country? Nordic death metal?", she asked. She had never about 'Leo' before (at least not this Leo), so she wasn't sure what kind of music he might've played back on Earth. Back in Montreal, Colette was mostly present in jazz and alternative music circles, with some detours into punk and modern rock. She wasn't exactly at home with the current-day popular music which was playing in most of the mainstream radios. But she was totally curious. "I'm mainly a pianist myself. Just like my dad."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Feb 6, 2017 11:43:09 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Not exactly a doctor? What was that supposed to mean? Jaron's brow drew together as he listened to the bubbly blonde, kind of wishing he never got injured around her. He could very well be wrong, but it was his understanding that training to become a psychologist versus medical doctor was.... quite different. "Interesting choice," he observed mildly, eyes only briefly shifting to her. She was much calmer now, but the descriptions she gave of things went way over his head. Call it self-centered, but he had enough going on in his own life back on Earth to be too concerned with other celebrities. Except Selena Gomez - he knew her. Their tours had coincidentally crossed paths (not that he had aimed for that or anything), and they spent a night out together. She was closely watched, though, so they did very little aside from dance. She hadn't even given him her number, which was pretty sad on his part. He always got the number.. Pulled from his reverie by Colette's random guessing, Jaron snorted. "Definitely Nordic death metal," he teased, and smirked. "I just forgot to pack my eyeliner when the planet was falling apart." Chuckling lightly, he shook his head. "No, I'm more... I dunno, somewhere between pop and alternative, I guess. It was hard getting a fan base at first, since my sound was different." With a shrug, he continued, "Or maybe because I'm from Israel, so at first I was slow-growing, and then once I got internationally noticed, I became pretty popular with the American tweens." It was kind of disturbing how young some of the girls were that had yanked on his sleeve after a concert and asked him to marry them, their parents looking amused in the background. Realizing he was rambling, Jaron shut his mouth to let Colette speak. He got a little bit excited at the pianist thing, though, and had to comment. "I play piano and guitar.. But neither of them have arrived yet." Yet he had the car, which was helpful beyond belief, especially during this season. And, come to think of it, it would be a hell of a lot easier to move the baby grand now. Although with all that sand, the Quant may just sink into it. Someone should build a platform around the Point with all those empty crates lying around, though the exact point of touchdown never seemed to be precisely the same. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 10, 2017 17:58:20 GMT -5
Give Me a Lift
Colette actually started to enjoy their conversation, realizing this musician person actually had a sense of humour. Not as awesome as hers, of course, and in need of some improvement, but still, he was far above such people like Crocodile Dundee or those other nomads. And that made her to like him a bit. Or rather say, not to dislike him, as she came to dislike some people around. Although the way he talked about those young 'tweens', whatever that meant (and she suspected what it did) was somewhat disturbing. It reminded her of her father, who sometimes ended up with barely legal girls after a long night's jam session at some smoky jazz club, while his wife was home, caring for the kids and the house. And it wasn't exactly the best way growing up.
"Oh, I actually have a spare eyeliner, you can borrow it from me.", she said suggestively, when Jaron reacted to her line about him and Nordic death metal. She tried to imagine this guy fronting such a band, drinking blood from a goat's severed head while growling on stage like a wild bear. "Israel? Oh, shalom aleichem.", she then smiled, as the man told her about his home country and background, which also evoked some personal memories in her. "When I studied in Brazil, I had a classmate from there.", she told him, "Another foreign exchange student like me. She was an awesome person. When we finished that school, I wanted to buy her something big and Jewish as a parting gift. So, I bought her a life-size paper cut out of Jeff Goldblum."
"By the way, I'm actually French-Canadian. But maybe I already told you that.", she shrugged, and looked at the road ahead.
"I can feel that pain.", she then reacted when Jaron told her about his guitar and piano not arriving yet. "Exactly the same with me. I wonder if I get my hands on a decent piano again. And guitar... I always have to borrow one from those farmers. And you know, since I'm a lefty, I have to re-string it so I can play properly, and they don't exactly like that.", she explained with a sad face.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Feb 11, 2017 20:41:10 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]At her offer, Jaron just looked at Colette sidelong. He only ever wore makeup for photo shoots, and even then he had to wipe it off the second they were done. It weirded him out to have that crap completely covering his face. He had no idea how girls did it. The greeting had his eyebrows inching toward his hairline, surprised she knew it. "Aleichem shalom," he replied, finishing the formal exchange. Her gift had him chuckling and dropping his head, albeit only for a second so he didn't hit anything (in the great expanse of nothing). "That's...." weird, he finished silently. "How'd she like it?" he asked instead. He'd already come to the conclusion that this woman was a little off her rocker, so he just let it lie. "I... don't know any French. Sorry."Just thinking about someone taking his guitar and restringing it made him want to slap someone. "How about you just learn to play righty, so the only one inconvenienced is you?" he suggested, perhaps a little more sharply than he should've. He hadn't meant it to come out harsh though, so hopefully she didn't take it that way. Rubbing a hand against the back of his neck, Jaron found for the first time that he actually wanted to be done driving. He'd pushed the Quant a lot today, to the point that he was actually a little concerned they wouldn't make it the whole way back. Eyeing the girl to his right for a second, he pushed away the thought that the added weight would be a strain on the car. It was a stupid thought - Colette couldn't weigh more than fifty kigs. "So.. Which colony did you live in before the Scorch hit?" he asked, searching for a semi-normal conversation he could start before she came up with something crazy. Studying the night, he could just make out where the stars were blotted out by the mountain, but he couldn't tell how far away it was. He guessed they had at least another half hour in the car. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 21, 2017 17:48:31 GMT -5
Give Me a Lift
"Oh, she loved it.", Colette replied with a smile, recalling how amused Shoshana always were about her weird sense of humour, which never seemed to lack the notion of such friendly surprises. "Besides, she made me watch Fiddler on the Roof, and I made her watch Invasion of the Body Snatchers and Earth Girls Are Easy. Fair deal, isn't it?"
The young Canadian was looking out to the starry night as the guy was driving. It's been ages since she last had the luxury of riding in a car. Seemed like if these motorized vehicles only existed in long faded myths and legends. Back on Earth, Colette never cared about getting a driver's licence, and prefered taking a ride on the bus or walking instead of sitting in such a tin can. But now... everything seemed different. Who knows, maybe I learn to drive just to borrow Mr. Jimmy Dean's automobile now and then.
"French is the most beautiful language in the world.", she boasted, then added, "Well... if you want to talk about cheese, that is."
Then, hearing the guy's remark about left-handed guitar playing, especially the part about her being inconveinenced, Colette turned from having fun to feeling upset over the course of a second. Whaaaaat?! That's like the most bigoted thing I've ever heard, seriously! Hellooo, we're living in the 21st century (or whichever century it is on this hellhole planet)! The next thing he's gonna say is that they should tie up her left hand, so she'd be forced to write with her right like in the dark ages. He's gonna call her awkward and clumsy and southpaw, or even tie her to a stick and burn her on a pile.
"Well, why don't you or for that matter, everyone else learn how to play the lefty way?", she finally remarked, "How would that be different?", she asked then, and finally, shouting "Lefty pride!", she stuck out her tongue in Jaron's direction, and then firmly turned her head away from him, looking out the window, showing her back to the musician-turned-driver.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Feb 22, 2017 22:11:34 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"] "I'm sure..," he replied, sliding his eyes away from her so she wouldn't see the doubt in them. "Uhm, no, not a fair deal at all!" he chuckled, looking back to her. "Fiddler on the Roof is a classic. The other two...... aren't," he finished, mouth quirking at the corner. She was totally insane, he deduced. At her love for the French language, Jaron couldn't keep his gaze from shifting to her again, though his head remained facing forward. He felt like opening his mouth would open a whole can of worms that he didn't care to, so he kept it shut instead. She'd either talk to herself about cheese for the next fifteen minutes or slide into a nice, cozy silence, and neither scenario required him to talk. If he'd thought her sane before, he definitely didn't after she gave him a look like he'd just suggested she set a puppy on fire. What?! Learning to play righty was not that big of a sacrifice, and if she was such a great musician - like she clearly thought she was - then it would be no problem for her. But he'd clearly offended her, and regardless of how much of an oddball she was, he felt a little bad for having done so... Even if he thought she was being ridiculous. She stuck her tongue out, and Jaron was struck by how childish that was. His face scrunched in a mixture of confusion and annoyance, and when she turned away he sighed - because if he didn't pursue her feelings, she'd probably remain in her tantrum for the rest of their drive, and that would be so blissful he could barely even think it. "מְשׁוּנֶה," he grumbled, comfortable in the notion that she wouldn't be able to understand his language (he hoped). Otherwise the rest of this trip would be... hell for him. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 24, 2017 5:28:02 GMT -5
Give Me a Lift
Colette kept her ignoring position for a few minutes, before she gave up her defenses, and turned back to the guy, who, despite holding the views of the 16th century Spanish inquisition regarding left-handedness, didn't seem to be of such a bad disposition. At least compared to such dorks as Crocodile Dundee. She heard him uttering a word in his native Hebrew, which she didn't understand. He probably told her she was a lunatic or making a short curse or something, which actually made Colette smile. He was a funny guy afterall.
Reacting to the strange foreign remark, she spoke up in her native French, "Le Corbusier a mangé mon chien." She actually said that Le Corbusier, the famous architect ate her dog, and was pretty much sure Jaron didn't catch any of the words, which made her proudly smile on the small mystery she presented to him.
"Whaaaaat??! Invasion of the Body Snatchers NOT a classic???", she said, outraged by the man's remark, "You're living in an alternate universe or something?? It's one of the classic classics, an über-classic!", she shook her head in disbelief, like a medieval priest encountering a heretic, "Next time you'll say neither The Day the Earth Stood Still or Forbidden Planet are classics!"
Then, a bit more relaxed, Colette remembered the question Jaron asked her before he went into this lefty discriminating nonsense, and responded, "By the way, you asked which colony I've been living at before the scorch. I'm from Nemus.", she explained. "Where did you live?"
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