verse four is audio

[allsongs]

[a little night music, Exsilium?

this feed comes within the midst of some, with Simmaeri idly grazing her fingers across the face of the tablet. she's taken to song while she waits for some sound – more fresh voices from the machine. but it's rather late (say, 2am? shush i can forward date if i want), so there's few stirring.

those who do have the network open can hear, though. some foreign song with foreign words, somehow conveying something about silver ladies and faraway cages...sleeping kings and a girl on fire (who isn't alicia keys). slow and soft, rather sad.

it tapers now and then to a humming refrain, the last of which ebbing to quiet with the end of the song.]

Comments

video;

[motioned]

[The first thing to come over the feed is a broad smile, and enthusiastic applause.]

That was really lovely!

[allsongs]

[goodness – such energy! but it's quite welcome. sweet child.

warmly:] You are kind. Thank you.

[whatsupcroc]

Mmm, d'ya ever do lullabies by request?

( sleepiest question asked right here, right now. )

[allsongs]

[gently, a little slow, keen to this drowsy customer:] What is lullabies?

action; let me know if this is okay!

[falsehoods]

[There are times when even gods grow bored and descend from their heavens to secretly mingle with the mortals. This god has descended from the mountains and now flutters through the night sky.]

[Loki is about to turn back for home when he feels a current of something mystical ruffle his feathers. A moment later, the static feeling of magic is followed by sound-no...by song. Curious, he follows the song to its source and lands close by Simmaeri in the branches of something that had long ago ceased to be a tree.]

it is perfect :]

[allsongs]

[but Loki, mortals are wonderful; why estrange from them? Simmaeri's whole, long life as it is now stems from that notion.

as she sits, the song is broken up, tending to the reactions here and there from the device. it pleases her, this strange contraption. voices without a body more often than not...strange, but not unwelcome.

but with those things tended to, her voice trails off again – distant cities and winding roads. with a bit of wind rattling at naked branches, her wandering gaze turns upward, eyes crinkling a little at what she sees. it could just be coincidence she has begun to sing of birds aloft.]

video;

[ex_symbioses706]

That was beautiful, Simmaeri!

[allsongs]

[barely a delay:] Ranka Lee. [my, you're up late. but Simmaeri doesn't scold. she's happy to see – to hear.]

It is days since I hear your song.

[solitaire]

_{( Apparently no one sleeps in this place. )}

...that sure was something, madame.

[allsongs]

What something was it, surely? [there's a smile hidden in her voice. it's an interesting, new voice, this one; she'd like to hear more of it.]

video;

[caligulas_aquarium]

[What is even sleep tbh

Because Eridan rarely does, honestly, instead opting to just sit up all night browsing the network in the dark.

But he's pretty surprised once he hears the singing, then realizes who it is from the display name. Huh.]

Been a while since I heard you around.

[allsongs]

[it's the vvoice she recognizes quicker than the fishy face, really. that's just how she's wired.

but there is a delay, searching for the name tied to it; with so many faces and names in her memory and him so faintly known, it does get lost in the shuffle.

ah, there it is:]

Eridan. Hello.

[kingdom_of_song]

[a response over the wire, no words.]

[allsongs]

[there is silence throughout much to start, but Simmaeri's voice finds itself mingling in with the melody – underscoring, not overpowering. just hums and soft, prolonged notes that grow quiet where the traveling melody desires.

her voice is more boldly peppered in the longer it goes on, sensing no words to come. very well; not all songs need them to say their piece.]

[video]

[nuclear_raven]

I didn't understand any of that, but it sounded nice.

[allsongs]

[a thoughtful pause, considering the face on the screen.]

Do you wish to understand?

video;

[onemoredeath]

Ah, there you are.

[ He is nocturnal and when he wasn't sleeping, he could be found in his old building, sitting at the piano, drinking and smoking. After she was done with her song, he shall play her a song in return. ]

[allsongs]

There I am. Takegami Teijirou. [his name is treated as fondly as before, but she falls silent, knowing the instrument and expecting song to come. she is pleased to have it.

and she stays quiet for most, but...well, they both know how she is. gentle, breathy notes punctuate places where they can – never more than necessary. rare sounds, given the pace of his song; she spends more time absorbing it than accentuating it.]

[video]

[galactically]

I don't understand the lyrics, but they're beautiful all the same.

[She can definitely appreciate music, even if it's in a different language.]

[allsongs]

Yes. [gentle, fond.] Beautiful words, beautiful song. A gift from peoples from time long away.

voice;

[skennen]

[Sleep? When there's so much work to do?

It's during an absent check of his communication machine that Connor comes across the recording. The words are strange, the language unrecognizable, but the sound- the sound is beautiful and almost haunting given the way the song drifts out of his tablet.

He's hesitant to reply when the recording comes to end. He knows the sacred quality some songs possess and can't be sure whether he was meant to hear this one or not. But then, others have already offered their comments and compliments so he supposes it's fine to speak up.]

Why do you sing?

[That's more important than what the words might mean.]

[allsongs]

I am happy to sing. [her voice is warm, welcoming. she loves all chance to talk, listen, and learn.] It is my free choosing to do this, always.

Video

[inafadingcrown]

[A song with words understood despite language barriers? Silver ladies? How very elvish of you, Simmaeri. The response comes a few moments after she falls silent- another foreign song in foreign words. Another silver lady, another far off place, and an unfulfillable longing.]

[allsongs]

[in this instance, Simmaeri is reverently silent. it's exciting – Galadriel, for one. song for another...and in a language she was just starting to grasp.

she is pensively quiet for a length after save for a bit of a hum in her slow breaths.]

Galadriel, who do you sing for?

[audio]

[heirwithouthope]

[Thorin has overlooked quite a few network posts since his arrival, still recovering from the generation shock, modern references flying over his head like small annoying birds, and wanting to avoid the talking slab in general. But the late-night singing catches his interest, all the way through to the end.]

Is this a song from your homeland?

[allsongs]

It is sometimes a homeland. [rather matter-of-factly, but not unkind.]

[text]

[concealingeyes]

[Kido isn't sleeping well so she's had the network open to idly browse it.

And music makes her pay attention. She was tempted to escape to her own music like usual before this. Now...]

That's...really pretty. I love music.

[allsongs]

[the music carries on, ignorant of the text; reading simply isn't something Simmaeri gives her time to.

it's a different song now, something less melancholy, more ponderous. questions of the phases of the moons and the walk of the stars...navigators at sea searching for the next horizon.]

actionnnn maybe? if not then audio too

[rota]

[Naoto's no stranger to late nights, so she's awake (somewhat) for the impromptu singing. But as she knows that voice, she's not letting herself get worked up with the sounds. If anything, Naoto actually likes her roommate's singing.

A little like the lullabies she never got as a child.]

What is that song about?

action is fab!

[allsongs]

[with the song at a close, Simmaeri breathes out a second breath empty of sound before looking to Naoto.

ah, that's right. she has a room – shared, doesn't she? she is not as regular to that place as one ought to be, but then...those are places of rest, and she has no need.

she nods, acknowledging.]

Song of Sarra. Woman of the moon. Seriko. Man of land. Of Shurris, their daughter. She is fire.

[not here 0u0 he'll probably remember it for the future, though]

[itsmagicallydelicious]

[It's rare enough that nightmares don't wake him -- he tries, then, to find something to do until the sun comes up or exhaustion drags him back down, whichever comes first.

The song that comes is faintly tinged with magic; he doesn't think to be wary, tired as he is -- just surrenders himself to it until it lulls him back to sleep, finally.]

:]

[allsongs]

[she'll be waiting for you, troubled man.]