All the news that's fit to glare at - locked

[gregorydeegan]

Who: Greg and Alric
Where: Outside Alric's room
When: April 19th, morning
What: delivering some news
Warnings: bad jokes.


Still yawning, Greg decided to let Alric know what he had just done. Checking the directory, he found the other guy's room, and knocked on the door.

He leaned against the door frame as he waited for an answer. It was morning, so while not super early for most people on a Sunday, it was early for Greg. He was in comfortable jeans and an over sized Kelsheen Mark band tee from a concert years ago. He rubbed at his face, fighting another yawn.

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[gregorydeegan]

"Music has power. It can move people, it can heal... and we can write political lyrics, if you want..."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"...political lyrics..."

Alric raised his eyebrows at that and chuckled.

"Perhaps it says too much about my feelings around politics, but I must confess that sounds dreadful. But you're certainly right that there's a power in music. But I like to think there are far better uses for it than politics."

[gregorydeegan]

"Just because you use it for politics, does not mean you can't use it elsewhere as well. Music isn't like paper, you use it up and it's locked into that thing or gone, music is like blowing into the wind. You create more air. Music makes more of itself when it is shared, not less by being used."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"True, of course, but I've found that there's an unfortunate tendency for politics to leech the integrity from all forms of expression; Platonic truth is sacrificed for vested interests. It is, perhaps, necessary, on some level, but there's something tragic about it, in the context of art. Not a fate to which I would wish to make anyone's music vulnerable."

[gregorydeegan]

"Then let's not let that happen. Just because other people fall down, does not mean we're stuck with that same fate..."

He thought about what he said, who he was, what he did....


"No comment," he muttered a bit darkly. Well, darkly for Greg.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric raised an eyebrow at that rather abrupt transition. He paused, just a tick, and reached out to rest a hand lightly against Greg's shoulder, with a maller, concerned, somewhat contrite smile.

"...my apologies. I didn't realize it was a sensitive subject for you. If you'd rather I not pry..."

Wow, I don't have a face palm icon....

[gregorydeegan]

He blinked, startled, then smacked his head, remembering he was not with his family.

"I... ah meant no razzing me about not being the one to talk about falling down, and managing not to do it. Luna and Domnic, Dad, Spark, Quilt... Fine... so everyone back home would have called me out on that, I;d be hearing about it for weeks..."

He shrugged. "We're family." It's what they did.

Travesty!

[knighterrantofthedragon]

".....ah."

Alric eyed him a bit gaugingly, to make sure he wasn't just being deflected... but smiled a bit, contemplatively.

"...well. I can sympathize. My family is typically a little more subtle, perhaps, but it's something of a tradition not to pass up the opportunity to make light of one another's slip-ups."

Q.E.D.

Re: Travesty!

[gregorydeegan]

".......Really. We went from me falling down....to slip ups...."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"My apologies, I thought I might try to raise your spirits. You seemed like you might be feeling a bit low."

Just because he's a bit more subtle about it doesn't mean he's ashamed at all or planning to stop.

[gregorydeegan]

Oho! It wasn't often someone met Greg... toe to toe as it were. Not when that someone wasn't a blood relation. He grinned at the implied challenge.

"I try not to let things get me down," He said, as if causally. "I mean, if I did, I'd be pretty lame."

Like he told Feliks, he joked about it when he had to, when he needed to, even if that one was a bit of a sore subject for him. Sore... given what little anyone knew about his leg, he could work with that...

"I try not to be a sore looser," he added. "I'll just keep doing the leg work in preparation for next year."

Tag. You're it.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric raised his eyebrows at all that, just smiling to himself a little, as usual.

"...at any rate. It would certainly be an honor to accompany you--musically, that is--whenever you wish. I merely prefer to keep my music as... expressive and uninhibited as possible--quite unlike politics, I'm afraid."

He pauses a tick.

"Although I wouldn't, of course, wish to step on your toes, either, so to speak."

[gregorydeegan]

He nodded. "Not like I need the help to fall flat on my face. Alright then...how about sometime after the election, no matter the outcome, we have a jam session. See what sweet sounds we can make together?"

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric brightened a little at that (although just a little, we wouldn't want to be indecorous!), and nodded.

"Oh, certainly. It would be an honor."

[gregorydeegan]

"Rocking!"