Welcome to where time stands still

[the_freak]

Who:Eddie Munson, OTA
What: Playing music and games
Where: Temba, Outdoors and in the Diner
When: Early to Mid June
Warnings: TBD



Go Play Outside

The weather was nicer and drier and Eddie didn't have a creepy tail anymore, so rather than being hunched over a table in the diner he's outside in the fresh air. Sort of. It's smoke-y air. And he's in the shade. And not really doing anything super physical. But it still counts, all right?

Sitting cross legged with his acoustic on his lap, Eddie's cigarette was burned down dangerously close to his lip, forgotten as he jotted down his revisions in his note book. He cursed, taking a final draw and stubbing the thing out, dropping the notebook so he could try the new lyrics out.

Go Play Inside

D&D meanwhile wasn't easy to play outside. Papers would blow away, the ground was too uneven for dice rolls. He'd tried it. It never worked.

Players were also at an all time low, and without them it was just Eddie telling a long and complicated story to no one. So he opted to try and up interest in a way he was intimately familiar with- making an ass of himself.

He climbed up on top of his table (a little more wobblily than the ones in the cafeteria, shit), and gestured wildly at the few heroes just trying to eat in peace.

"Who among you has what it takes to be an adventurer!? The guts? The passion??...Seriously, anyone? I'm actually asking here?"

Comments

[doubled_speed]

"No, it's classic metal. We're talking stuff from thirty years ago, man. Metal changes, evolves. Yours is just the original form."

Dude, he could meet a musician from Metallica or something. You never know.

"Really? Magazines are going to teach me to appreciate music?"

[the_freak]

Dude.

"Oh, I'm sorry, when you're into something do you only engage with it from one possible view point?? Yes, magazines are going to teach you to appreciate music! It's not just about the music. And if you want to impress your boy you need to understand that."

[doubled_speed]

"I tend to engage from quick angles," Tommy points out. "I memorize things quickly in short bursts. If I like it enough, I go over it slower to remember it longer. Also, what?"

He looks half offended now. "Who the hell would I need to impress? I'm amazing."

[the_freak]

These magazines actually wouldn't teach him much if he's being honest, not much about music anyways (because the person who writes him is a dummy). They're actually mostly science fiction and fantasy comics, but the spirit of metal is still there, and that's an important part to realize. It's not just about the music.

"You just want lesson for no reason at all?"

[doubled_speed]

Metal has a spirit? Man, what would that even mean? Hard to understand for him.

"I'm trying to support the emotional and mental growth of my best friend, and he's a metal head. So I need to be able to speak some of his language. It's, like, middle ground."

just gonna borrow a bunch from FoI

[the_freak]

Hell yeah it does. For Eddie it very much echoes the blues music his mother loved. It was about sadness and how shitty life is. It was real. But also, it told stories. It took you on an adventure, to another world where you're, like, facing down demons. Traveling into the depths of hell. His mom's music was plane tickets. Which made his music a portal to another dimension.

"Like I said," Eddie says with a grin.

one day i will read it i promise

[doubled_speed]

"It's not at all what you said," Tommy points out. "You're like Steve, aren't you? Steve's gotten to you, hasn't he? Made you think that it would be me and Billy together in some way. In spite of all the reasons we can't. That we shouldn't."

Which were good points, but whatever. He's moved on from that.

[the_freak]

"I literally could not care less, in the least offensive way possible. Or least a mildly unoffensive way," Eddie assures.

"You're the one who came to me wanting to learn metal for someone, and it's not me, so he's the only one left. And you're not as slick as you think you are."

[doubled_speed]

"Thank fuck," Tommy laughs. "It's a relief after all the people coming up with their own opinions. You're literally cooler for giving no fucks. And I wanted to learn metal to help connect to a friend who I'm trying to help be a better person."

You know, a person you punched in the face. So let him have this.