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Post by Bee on Apr 16, 2008 2:20:49 GMT -5
She liked the sound a lot, actually. She was able to see very few singers, generally. Most of her exposure to music came from Mom trying to placate rage and/or drive someone to suicide, or her older half-brother wailing about the deep and endless darkness of his soul or something. This was comparatively upbeat. "Keep going," she said brightly. "I like it."
She took them up the stairs. The main flight of stairs was fairly wide and sturdy, but eventually they needed to slip off into a smaller, more narrow passageway. Mama had taken out some of the normal stairs in order to secure her privacy. Unwary guests who tried to access the upper levels the main way would probably be met with unfortunate ends. But Thalia was good at finding her away around things.
This entryway into the lab took them into the bander room. Thalia could hear them snarling and shrieking and clawing at metal. The little creatures were the ones most subjected to Mama's experiments. Once upon a time, before s/he had been kicked out the clan for being a human pet, Monty had been their leader. Most of them looked like crazy, crazy little mutated freaks.
"Here we are," she said, and pushed inside.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 16, 2008 22:08:08 GMT -5
Sage continued to sing through the twists and turns. She came to an abrupt halt at the last two verses as she stopped outside the bander room. The verses were whispered as she looked at the various creatures in their cages. "Whistling a new tune...Hoping it would come soon so that they could die." It seemed like an appropriate place to end.
Rosemary peered at all of the angry snarling banders before scurrying back to grab her sister's hand. Sometimes the girl was terribly timid. Rosemary tugged her sister along by her kimono as the biped watched the banders with wide eyes. Those critters never made sense to either of them, so the bard could understand her sister's curiosity. However they were falling behind.
And anyone who genetically altered banders had to have something cool in their lab. It was a rule.
Parsley had followed Thalia as closely as he would allow himself. genetics and mutations seemed to be Thalia's Mom's specialty. Maybe that's why she had the tentacles? It made sense. He filed that thought away as he perked up when they finally made it inside the proper lab. A real lab!
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Post by Kiki on Apr 17, 2008 9:22:42 GMT -5
Bee and Kari receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Bee on Apr 17, 2008 22:24:11 GMT -5
The abrupt descent into silence was faintly unnerving, but Thalia was too excited about lab equipment and experiments for her brain to concoct horror-novel scenarios. Mama's lab looked a complete wreck to the untrained eye--and, admittedly, even to the trained one most of the time--but there was a scant trace of a system of organization. Subtle and complex, like nerves, or neurons in the brain.
She felt like she was running a science exhibit. Excitedly, she said, "Okay, so from here we've got some options. I like sneaking banders out and setting them on people in the park." Her grin widened. "Or we can experiment." She pointed to the cages of banders. "See the little peach-colored one, with the green speckles? I fixed him all up so his claws expel venom like fangs. It made Mama all rashy for weeks before she figured out what had happened."
She looked at Sage curiously, head titled slightly to the left. She felt the stirrings of a Big Corvistownian Project. "Can I work with your voice?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 18, 2008 17:42:43 GMT -5
Sage blinked and raised an eyebrow at the question. How on earth could someone work with her voice other than coaching her to sing in proper pitch? Shifting her kimono sleeves she asked with a curious head tilt, "What do you mean work with my voice?"
Rosemary, meanwhile, was glancing at the bander Thalia had spoke of. Cute little critter, rather nasty looking around the mouth. Most banders looked like that though. She had half a mind to run over and tap the cage. However her attention snapped back to reality when Thalia mentioned something about Sage's voice. Oh that was a terribly touchy subject. She glanced over at the squirrel fairy and awaited his reaction.
"If you're planning to do any experiments on Sage's voice that aren't 80% safe, I wouldn't recommend it. If she went mute our parents would have our heads. Actually..." He glanced over at Rosemary. She would be the one to get the blame. "Make that 30%."
"That's even mean for you Fairy-Boy," Rosemary interjected. "Anyway, Sage is the one who says what goes. You can shut up and be quiet like the good and curious Corvie you are." She returned to look at Thalia with a pleasant smile. "Sorry about him."
Sage just rolled her eyes and filled Parsley's statement in the back of her head without all of the other other wrong doings. She awaited a response from Thalia patiently and quietly.
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Post by Bee on Apr 19, 2008 15:46:07 GMT -5
"Your larynx," she said, excitedly. Her brain was skipping forward to examinations and experiments. They had only limited data on the structure of it and related apparati, but Mama had gone through a period of being quite fascinated by what made Mom's voice able to do what it did, and Thalia thought it would make for an interesting study.
Especially since Sage had a lovely voice as it was. She wondered what could be done to make it...better. "Vocal folds. Expanding the octave range, " she continued. "...Special properties. Nothing, uh, nothing that dangerous."
She wondered if she could open the pitch enough that the girl could shatter crystal and render a person deaf with a well-placed note. Probably would not serve Sage well, if she wanted to a singer, but damn, it would be cool. And you never knew when you would need to completely incapacitate someone.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 21, 2008 14:25:06 GMT -5
Parsley perked up at the mention of altering someone larynx. He could always appreciate the people who could make sense of the human body. He would stick to the technical machinery. Stuff that could get people places faster. How often has Sage complained about walking while he glided places faster than she could walk. He glanced over at the biped with a raised eyebrow. What was Sage going to decide?
Rosemary shifted uncomfortably. She didn't want anything bad to happen to her sister, but it was ultimately her choice wasn't it? She half coughed at a sudden thought of her sister going mute. Oh hell, she would never forgive herself if something like that happened. But... Corvies were normally better than that.
Sage glanced at her siblings, noting their expressions. "Well, I guess I'd be willing to let you. As long as you didn't plan on using any knives or altering my voice in a negative way. I don't think you'd do something like that but... can't be too careful I guess?"
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Post by Bee on Apr 22, 2008 20:00:11 GMT -5
Thalia nearly squealed in glee. The prohibition on knives would be a little problematic, but she was confident she could work around it. There would be quite a bit of examination before she actually got down to work on anything, anyway. She wanted to mesaure range, for one, so she knew what she would be working off of. She wondered if Parsley wanted to work with her, or if experimenting on his sister might be a bit weird for him. Anyway, if the answer was no, she could certainly keep him and Rosemary entertained around the lab.
"You are in very capable hands," she assured the girl. "Okay, so I need to find a piano somewhere--unless you already know your octave range? I'll probably need to measure it anyway. Um." She paused. Slight hitch in plan. They had no piano. Pianos helped. "We might need to raid an instrument shop."
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 23, 2008 20:28:02 GMT -5
"No... I don't really," Sage blushed a little as she glanced over to her sister. Rosemary knew the city better than she ever would, and better than Parsley did for now. This was her time to shine.
"A piano? Is a bar okay? There's one a block or so from here with a piano. It's kind of sketchy but the guy lets me in because I'm cute or something. Anyway, they have a really nice piano." Rosemary grinned as her tail wagged. She would have hopped up and down if she didn't find the whole idea of experimenting on her sister a exciting new adventure. It was a chance for a new story, wasn't it?
Parsley waited eagerly. He wasn't one for experimenting on people. It was more interesting trying to put mechanical things together. However, seeing this couldn't hurt. He never saw how any other scientists worked.
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Post by Bee on Aug 11, 2008 20:52:00 GMT -5
Thalia was not particular about the venue. Stealing a piano was likely going to be a lot more problematic than just walking into a bar and playing on one. To hear other members of her family and various and sundry adult friends tell it, bars were where everything interesting happened, anyway. It seemed to be the easiest and best option when it came to having rollicking fun and beating the tar out of people and turning up pregnant some months later. Not that Thalia planned on doing that last one anytime soon. She would leave that to Queen Rai and Mom and Mama and the other adults who seemed to grow babies in the vegetable patch or something.
But she was letting her brain run away from the task at hand. She grinned merrily at her companions. "That sounds fantastic! I'll let you lead the way, then, and then we can get down to business."
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