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ineptshieldmaid:
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I was doing okay I think at not getting overly-invested in this no-longer-secret side project with the star wars story, I thought, – like, sure, I was a little too much into torturing Poe Dameron because seriously what is that character– but then I made a tactical mistake.
My friends, do not go over to YouTube and let it autoplay you videos of Oscar Isaac performing music. There are some from that one folk singer movie, there are a bunch of him in various staircases with guitars, there’s one on a rooftop for some reasion–
my friends. Don’t do this. Spare yourselves. It’s a terrible idea.
[OH GOD I used to LOVE this song me and my best bud Liesl had a Clancy Brothers recording of it and used to sing it in the tunnels under the chapel. We went to a weird school. SHUT UP I am dying. Night and day the seas we’re daring/ come wind or calm or winter gale/ sweating or cold, growing up, growing old, or dyin’… DON’T CLICK THAT LINK IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.]
The storylet I wrote about the informational holovid did not include any descriptions of the music sessions in the mess hall after hours and I see now that was a grave omission.
At night after the mess hall was done serving food sometimes they pulled the tables aside and anyone off-shift sat around on the benches and talked or sang. Finn was used to spending downtime with his comrades, but usually their music had been recorded, or they’d all watched holos together. There was a holo projector here, and sometimes they all watched something, but it was usually news footage or informational holos. Nobody watched holovid-stories, the way he was used to.
And a lot of them sang. Poe wasn’t the only one who played an instrument. But he was possibly the most frequently-requested. And he knew all the songs, knew every verse, never forgot the words, and knew all the harmonies. He knew a lot of really funny songs too, ones that had performace bits in them where he’d tell stories with snatches of songs in them, ones where there were calls and responses that got everyone in the room involved– even the General, who never sang, would do the responses to most of those– and a lot of them were really involved, but Poe never forgot them in the middle or got confused the way Finn had always done if he tried to sing a whole song by himself without a recording.
(Zeroes had a great voice but a worse memory than him. Nines always knew the words but couldn’t carry a tune. Slip and Finn were both all right singers but couldn’t remember lyrics for shit anyway. It didn’t matter, there were usually recordings to play instead.)
Finn had never really heard anything like it, and sat and listened raptly. Some of the songs had political messages, talked about the inalienable rights of sentients to self-determination, but an awful lot of them were just about sex. Finn learned a lot about sexual mores from those songs. Including that apparently people sometimes had relationships where they claimed to only have sex with one person, but really slept with a lot of people. That seemed to be really common. Finn decided that was probably a mistake to do.
Not that he was in any danger of getting into that situation. He had no idea how one would even go about entering a relationship where you were expected to only have sex with one person ever, and never anyone else. It seemed very foreign and mysterious, the way nothing else really did around here.
Love, though– that he got the idea of pretty easily, even though it wasn’t something the First Order’s songs had ever covered. It was easy to understand love, with Poe singing so fervently about it, his hair falling a little across his forehead with the motion of his hand strumming the instrument, and sometimes he’d tip his head back and the light would catch the line of his throat and its vibration as he sang, his eyes closed with the intensity of it all.
I just found this in my drafts folder and I don’t know if I ever posted it? It’s from like, early February sometime maybe? I don’t even know if this made it into the final draft? It is a mystery and we are going to find out.
*wibbles and whimpers* MY HEART
I seriously forgot about this draft in my folder (my drafts folder is a sodden hellscape and has over a thousand abandoned things in it), and now I can’t find where in the story it’s from! It’s SUPER EERIE, and also a testament to how fucking crazy I was in January while I was writing this thing.
I think I’ve found the part it morphed into, maybe? I’m just not sure. This is like archaeology. Of my own psyche. It’s weird.
ineptshieldmaid:
bomberqueen17:
I was doing okay I think at not getting overly-invested in this no-longer-secret side project with the star wars story, I thought, – like, sure, I was a little too much into torturing Poe Dameron because seriously what is that character– but then I made a tactical mistake.
My friends, do not go over to YouTube and let it autoplay you videos of Oscar Isaac performing music. There are some from that one folk singer movie, there are a bunch of him in various staircases with guitars, there’s one on a rooftop for some reasion–
my friends. Don’t do this. Spare yourselves. It’s a terrible idea.
[OH GOD I used to LOVE this song me and my best bud Liesl had a Clancy Brothers recording of it and used to sing it in the tunnels under the chapel. We went to a weird school. SHUT UP I am dying. Night and day the seas we’re daring/ come wind or calm or winter gale/ sweating or cold, growing up, growing old, or dyin’… DON’T CLICK THAT LINK IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.]
The storylet I wrote about the informational holovid did not include any descriptions of the music sessions in the mess hall after hours and I see now that was a grave omission.
At night after the mess hall was done serving food sometimes they pulled the tables aside and anyone off-shift sat around on the benches and talked or sang. Finn was used to spending downtime with his comrades, but usually their music had been recorded, or they’d all watched holos together. There was a holo projector here, and sometimes they all watched something, but it was usually news footage or informational holos. Nobody watched holovid-stories, the way he was used to.
And a lot of them sang. Poe wasn’t the only one who played an instrument. But he was possibly the most frequently-requested. And he knew all the songs, knew every verse, never forgot the words, and knew all the harmonies. He knew a lot of really funny songs too, ones that had performace bits in them where he’d tell stories with snatches of songs in them, ones where there were calls and responses that got everyone in the room involved– even the General, who never sang, would do the responses to most of those– and a lot of them were really involved, but Poe never forgot them in the middle or got confused the way Finn had always done if he tried to sing a whole song by himself without a recording.
(Zeroes had a great voice but a worse memory than him. Nines always knew the words but couldn’t carry a tune. Slip and Finn were both all right singers but couldn’t remember lyrics for shit anyway. It didn’t matter, there were usually recordings to play instead.)
Finn had never really heard anything like it, and sat and listened raptly. Some of the songs had political messages, talked about the inalienable rights of sentients to self-determination, but an awful lot of them were just about sex. Finn learned a lot about sexual mores from those songs. Including that apparently people sometimes had relationships where they claimed to only have sex with one person, but really slept with a lot of people. That seemed to be really common. Finn decided that was probably a mistake to do.
Not that he was in any danger of getting into that situation. He had no idea how one would even go about entering a relationship where you were expected to only have sex with one person ever, and never anyone else. It seemed very foreign and mysterious, the way nothing else really did around here.
Love, though– that he got the idea of pretty easily, even though it wasn’t something the First Order’s songs had ever covered. It was easy to understand love, with Poe singing so fervently about it, his hair falling a little across his forehead with the motion of his hand strumming the instrument, and sometimes he’d tip his head back and the light would catch the line of his throat and its vibration as he sang, his eyes closed with the intensity of it all.
I just found this in my drafts folder and I don’t know if I ever posted it? It’s from like, early February sometime maybe? I don’t even know if this made it into the final draft? It is a mystery and we are going to find out.
*wibbles and whimpers* MY HEART
I seriously forgot about this draft in my folder (my drafts folder is a sodden hellscape and has over a thousand abandoned things in it), and now I can’t find where in the story it’s from! It’s SUPER EERIE, and also a testament to how fucking crazy I was in January while I was writing this thing.
I think I’ve found the part it morphed into, maybe? I’m just not sure. This is like archaeology. Of my own psyche. It’s weird.
