closed | jam session.

[cozen]

WHO: Ellie, Tony, Byerly, Bastien
WHAT: A recording session
WHEN: Vaguely now
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: As planned and promised.

Comments

cello supremacy.

[cozen]

Grinding your bow on the cello, Ellie had said in her attempt to explain an electric guitar. Loud and gritty.

So into a lull of quiet between other songs, Bastien tries just that: a melodic stretch of some familiar country dance, played with bow-fraying force and some extra speed, notes too low to qualify as screechy but certainly creaky and loud and, "Aaahhh," he says, like a very calm scream of horror, just like it's spelled, with one eye squinting shut in exaggerated pain, a full measure before he actually stops playing.

It's a bad sound (though it has potential). Worse to his ear's than to a rifter's, most likely, but not a good one regardless.

He says, "Surely not," looking between the two rifters in question for confirmation that it did not sound like something they would consider pleasant.

[notathreat]

"I told you I didn't describe it right," Ellie says with a groan, laying down flat on her back on the stage, her dulcimer across her middle.

She abruptly sits up.

"Hey Tony, can you make and electric guitar and an amp?"

That surely wouldn't be a enormous misuse of Riftwatch time and funds or anything.

[propulsion]

"I mean,"

said in the tone of someone who would love the infinite time and funds to do such a thing, because nothing is impossible,

"make the argument to Flint that we can defeat Corypheus through the power of rock and we'll talk."

Because obviously Byerly would be in, and Flint seems easier to flip than Yseult. He is, meanwhile, standing nearby, arms half folding and a hand having risen almost on its own volition to half protect one ear as Bastien does his best. However,

he twists at the waist to look at Ellie. "It's close, right? Maybe if you make it even worse it'll transcend into amazing."

[cozen]

"Even worse?" has punctured Bastien's brow-furrowing attempts to decide how they could defeat Corypheus through the power of rock, or at least convince Flint that they could.

He looks down at his cello. Even worse. Coming to a decision, he tilts it by the neck away from him, toward someone—anyone—else.

"One of you do it. I'm not sure I can."

[notathreat]

Ellie pulls a face at Bastien offers the bow to her, not wanting to fuck it up, but the draw is so strong and his eyes are so sincere, and this isn't a night for abstaining from the things she wants to try.

She reaches out to accept the bow. She knows the basics of holding it, so she doesn't look like a total idiot, at least -- but she soon finds that it's a little too slidey, so she taps a little more rosin on the base, by the frog.

Starts by the base, and does a long, slow, strong drag on the C. Adds the G, and slides her pointer finger down toward the bridge.

It does sound remarkably like the purr of an electric guitar.

She nods to Byerly. It would probably work even better on a fiddle.