Intro Shenanigans

[pleiade]

WHO: Asterope and y'all
WHERE: Whale Comb Sent Her, the Bishop, Wildcard her
WHAT: Introductory nonsuch
WHEN: Late August
WARNINGS: None explicit yet, but Asti is a genetically modified human who had a Bad Upbringing


1. Whale Comb Sent Her
Whether one's here to make a Soup Lies request or use the replicator, it's likely you'll run into Asterope, who's found a place to sit (or possibly perch, up on a counter or table with legs dangling) as she works out the specifics of the shape of what she's requesting from the replicator. She's working with a chunky piece of charcoal on a large sketchbook, trying to map and math the curves of a violin, before she tries to spend one of her replicator uses on it. Lots of curves, a couple spirals...for someone who's working from memory, she seems to have a good start on it.

As she works, she's humming, not really paying attention to anyone else in the room, yet.

2. White Pawn Takes Bishop
Asterope seems a little awed by the ship. She's been told most people don't live on their ships, and in truth she doesn't understand why. Sure, it might be cramped quarters, but she's used to kind of being in small, institutional spaces.

The other members of the crew can find her settling in, either in the kitchen acquainting herself with the protein dispenser, or picking out a bunk to take a nap in.

3. Wildcard
Find Asti anywhere else learning the lay of the land. She's more active at night, and spends a lot of time stargazing (sketching it all out in her sketchbook), if you want an excuse to run into her.

Comments

Whale

[orangewayfinder]

Terra was walking around and with as new as he was, everything still seemed to be a new experience. There were all sorts of different types of people here and some even stopped what they were doing to tell him something or other, as he definitely appeared to have a new sort of vibe to him.

Soon he came across Asterope as she was playing with her replicator. He'd seen the sketch she set down as she tried to get the machine to give it to her. Curiously he went over to see what was going on.

"Wow, you can draw pretty well." he said, indicating the charcoal art piece with a slight incline of his head.

[pleiade]

“Well motivated, perhaps. The replicator needs pretty exact directions to make a thing.” Asterope’s also pretty new, though. New enough to assume he probably needs the replicator for something more important. So she steps aside, moves over to allow him access. “Sorry.”

[orangewayfinder]

"Uh.." Terra replied as she moved over. "Sorry for what?" He really felt confused right about now. He was just trying to learn what it was that she was attempting to do though he could pretty much guess.

[pleiade]

"For being in the way? You probably have other important things you need the replicator for, this doesn't really matter and you should go first." She ducks her head a bit, looking down at her charcoal drawing sheepishly. She seems to be trying to make herself smaller.

[orangewayfinder]

"No..I'm good." Terra protested, trying to just watch first so he could learn. He wasn't even given a gummi phone back hone and even upon arriving here had watched Cayde work the tablet before spending a long time working on it himself after he had received his own.

[pleiade]

"Alright." She goes back to her drawing, trying to be sure the curves are the right shape, but pauses to peer up at him again. "What's your name?"

[orangewayfinder]

"Terra." he replied, still trying to see how she was drawing. It was just amazing to him because there was no way he could try and do something like that without hours of practice.

"You..must be new too."

[stitch_witch]

She had come to have the replicator make her more bobbins for all of her thread. She had not been expecting another person to be present, much less a strange one. How interesting. She moved close enough to give a glance toward the woman and what she was drawing, but... Well, she didn't think it was polite for her to pry into the what the person was working on.

"Machine," she said to the replicator as she prepared to do her work, "I require more bobbins."

[pleiade]

Asterope watches both Lark and the replicator sheepishly. "Did you have to program in the shape of the bobbins the first time, or did it just know it already?"

[stitch_witch]

Ah, so the woman has noticed her. Lark offered a smile to her.

"It seemed the machine understood me when I first asked, and asked me to clarify based upon size. It seems to be aware of what I desire now. It seems you have a very specifc thing in mind."

[pleiade]

"A violin. The shape is important to the sound, and also to the comfort while playing. Since it sits here, between your chin and your shoulder?" She gestures to where it'd go on her, miming bowing with the charcoal.

"It's not important. Just...would be nice to play again, that's all. It's been a while, years even."

[stitch_witch]

How interesting.

"It looks like a lute, but I have not heard of one held that way. How intriguing. If you manage to acquire one, I would be very pleased to hear you play. I quite miss music."

She had traveled so long with performers of many types and she missed all they taught her. And all they had shared.

[pleiade]

"It'll take a bit of practice before playing in public, probably." While the words are mild, she shrinks a little at the thought, clearly nervous at the idea. "And it might not be good at all, really. It's been years. And it was never very good enough in the first place."

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[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra wanders into the room with the replicator with an approximately one liter sized tin tucked under his arm.

"Oh, hey, Asterope," he greets her cheerfully, then cocks his head. "Whatcha working on?"

[pleiade]

"Making sure the replicator can make a violin that's perfect. And the bow, separately. It's not practical or important, not really, so if you need the replicator first, go ahead."

She watches for a reaction, as if expecting to be told she doesn't need a violin.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra might not know what a violin even was, if he didn't have 18 years of memories from a version of Earth shoved into her head, but he does, so rather than being puzzled, his smile gets even bigger.

"You know, it didn't even occur to me to try to get it to make something that needs that much precision? That's really cool. I hope it comes out like you want it."

He squints thoughtfully. "I did play clarinet for a while." Again, in fake memories, mostly, of being in his high school's band. "Not sure that I ever paid enough attention that I could get the bore and pads exactly right. Maybe a simpler woodwind?" he muses.

He does miss having more music around.

[pleiade]

"If you try, maybe playing together sometime maybe might be kind of nice. Perhaps?" As uncertain as the words are, she blossoms at the very thought of having someone to play with. "With violin and clarinet, you could do a lot of klezmer."

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra blinks as that word clicks into place in his memories.

"Wow, yeah, blast from the past there. Sideways blast? I know a few tunes from that traditions, and wouldn't mind learning a some more," he offers.

[pleiade]

"Could be fun. Perhaps--if the replicator's a no-go, maybe the supplies? Worth asking, the good neighbors might pass along a clarinet maybe." She looks hopefully at him, before adding a couple more lines to the sketch of the violin.

1. Whale

[silenziobruno]

Being the curious kid he is, Alberto hovers near the newcomer as soon as he spots Asterope by the replicator, wondering what she will ask for. He's cradling a bowl of pasta now that he learned that he could ask the machine to make him some trenette al pesto. The pleasant smell of the dish might give him away even before he steps closer to the woman, looking at what she's making.

"Oh, is that a guitar?" He likes music but has very limited knowledge of human instrumental and anything with a long neck and strings is pretty much labeled as 'guitar'.

[pleiade]

"A violin. Similar instrument family, but it's bowed instead of plucked or strummed."

She glances up, blinking at both Alberto's age, and that wonderful bowl of pasta he just convinced the replicator to make. Meals hadn't occurred to her, with how precious the replicator tokens were. Maybe she might make a dessert happen later.

"That smells good."

[silenziobruno]

"You...bow, to the violin?" Her explanation was a good one, but still confusing to a sea monster. He gets that it is a different instrument than a guitar, but not how it is supposed to be played.

"It's trenette al pesto! The best kind of food ever made. Want some?" He's not selfish when it comes to food, and he thinks that the joy of pasta should be share with everyone. Alberto is holding up the bowl to her, but there are no visible forks of spoons in it, as if he's just expecting her to grab a handful of pasta and put it in her mouth.

[pleiade]

"You play it with a bow. You hold the violin here. It rests on the shoulder and under the chin, and you draw the bow against the strings, and it makes music."

She mimes it, before looking down at the pasta. With the hand that hasn't been holding the charcoal (she's not a complete barbarian), she reaches in and takes just a couple of noodles to taste. Not too much, she doesn't want to be greedy.

[silenziobruno]

"That makes more sense. I've never seen anybody play before." She clearly knows what she's doing, and Alberto wonders what a violin sounds like. If the replicator can make it for her, maybe she won't mind playing a bit for him.

"That's barely enough to get a good taste." The boy says, giving her a softer smile to encourage her to take more food if she wants. There's a lot of people he still has to met, so it's not a surprise that he doesn't remember seeing her before. Time for introductions. "I'm Alberto Scorfano, nice to meet you."

[pleiade]

"Asterope Glass. Still new here, still getting used to everyone."

She takes a slightly larger handful. The fact that Alberto is a kid goes a long way toward making her feel at-ease, or as at-ease as she ever gets. She seems timid, uncertain. But she's eating the pasta, and that helps.

"So...you're Italian, then?"