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Room 88's not the most decorated place in the inn, but it suits Imp's purposes, at least. The desk is under the window, and usually has a few half-finished songs scattered across its surface. The finished ones tend to end up on a nearby shelf, until such time as he goes home. A few string instruments are around - with an emphatic lack of guitars. Sure, most of them probably aren't possessed by sentient music, but that's beside the point.

Other than that, there's really not much going on. Well, aside from the bit where it's sort of a blend of the place he had in Quirm and his room in his cousin's flat in Ankh-Morpork, with a Llamedos-style wool blanket on the bed (fortunately, it doesn't smell authentic).

There's an electric ceiling light, but he has yet to figure out exactly how the thing works. Meanwhile, he'll stick with the candles.

OOC: Meme time!

What about your characters makes you want to continue to play them, what brings you joy from them. Not what originally drew you to them, but what makes you keep them through all the purges, dramatic moments, nervous breakdowns, late assignments, finals week, thesis/research projects, etc.
( Jane )
( Imp )
( Angel )
( Morwen )

Current Music: (lyrics: Pure and Easy - the Who)

Out of Milliways: the magic's in the music

"This is ridiculous, Crash."
"What, just because I still have faith?"
"You've got to be the only person in the whole bloody city. Everybody else... I don't know, gave up, or forgot about it, or something. Why can't you just let it go?"
"Because... because. I think if we just give it one more chance, we might actually get the sound right."
"That's what you said the last three dozen times."
"Please?"
"Oh, all right, but if it doesn't work, give up. Everybody'll be happier, probably starting with the horses."

It's the racket coming from the carriage house that gives Imp pause, but it's the odd coherence to the noise that holds his attention.
I listened and I heard music in a word
And words when you played your guitar
He knows that. He doesn't know why, but he definitely knows that. And it scares him, more than a little.
The note that began all can also destroy
At the same time, though, he's not sure what these kids think they're doing. He could almost certainly do better than that--
But that's not what he wants, anymore. He wants to make it on his own terms, and as much as he doesn't have the first clue what this stuff is, he knows (remembers?) it's definitely not his own terms.
The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering
As a child flew past me, riding in a star
Trouble is, these terms are so very tempting...
He's not sure he can fight it off if he stays here. But then something occurs to him, and he's off to find that bar as fast as his feet can carry him.

"...What was that?"
"I think that's what you were after, Crash."
"That was amazing!"
"Let's never do that again, all right? It didn't feel right."
"Are you kidding? It was kind of... cool." The word's rusty in this usage, but Crash can't think of anything else that would work.
"...If you want to keep chasing after it, have fun."

Current Music: (lyrics: Second Wind - Todd Rundgren)

Out of Milliways: there once was a note...

It's been a few years since... well, since something rather odd happened that no one quite seems to remember properly. Not outside of the proper circles, anyway.
For a week and a half, or perhaps two weeks, everyone who was anyone in Ankh-Morpork knew all about music with rocks in. One would think that sort of thing would be hard to forget.
Where was I when we lost power?
One, however, would be wrong; once the effects are negated, that sort of thing is almost too much for the typical human mind to keep up with. Even the young man who had been at the center of that little musical maelstrom forgot all about it and got on with his life.
He still doesn't understand why people ask whether he's elvish.

But music with rocks in will not be forgotten so easily.
Give me back my lack of reason
Tucked away in a corner of Unseen University's High Energy Magic building is a small wooden box, containing two crystal balls connected by a bit of wire. No one quite remembers what it's for, and the way the thing glows, no one really wants to find out. Not at the moment, not when there's more pressing research going on.
But an ant wandering away from the university's thinking engine has no such qualms about walking around the box, walking across the wire, making it vibrate. An ant wouldn't notice that the sound it's just set off is almost... otherworldly. Wild, even.

It knows its golden boy is still out there (despite its best efforts) and off his guard; there's a decent chance of captivating him again. More than decent, probably, once it figures out how.
It's time to try for a comeback.
Blow like tempest, my second wind...