You Are Invited (Open)

[stonebird]

Who: Sansa Stark/Dali & Open
What: Party!
When: September 6th
Where: Dali's Temple.
Warnings: TBD

❅ (Come) ❅

The path leading to Dali's tower is lined with softly flickering lanterns. You might encounter a small goat with a bell collar as you walk, but do not worry; he is only curious. The sound of music will swell as you near the tower's doors and within there is a large room, lit by glowing hearths and candlelight. Around the room's edge, there are tables ladened with food and plenty of places to sit. And, if you require a more private venue, there are smaller tables on the second floor.

Flower garlands are draped along the walls and there is a nook with a real tree. Do not be surprised to find other animals wandering about, either. While Sansa is rather fastidious and tidy, her experience as Dali has helped her appreciate nature so much more. She does not wholly mind cleaning up after her furred visitors, though, strangely, they all seem to mind their manners fairly well.

❅ (Be Merry) ❅

Once a crowd has gathered and the music is in full swing, Sansa will encourage her visitors to do as they please. Do not be frightened if you are pulled into an impromptu dance! Otherwise, let the wine flow, partake of any dishes that catch your fancy and try not to do anything that will damage her tower.

Comments

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[kokuyoyo]

...Good strategy.

[Chikusa has finally abandoned his food from where he'd curled up in a corner, just listening and occasionally tapping notes on his computer. If Davesprite hadn't been here, Chikusa's recommendation ignored, he'd probably have grabbed food for him and Ken and then left. There's only so much free food can motivate him for.]

[It's been... interesting listening to more of the music that Davesprite can compose, really listening to it and focusing on nothing else. He tilts his head down to the equipment.]

...Seems like it's working out.

[redotiertwo]

[He'd kind of assumed that Chikusa was going to be a social call more than any complaints, but he still nods a little, tapping a few more keys for cycles on the soundboard.]

Yeah, trash can fucking loves his job, all the paper and ink you can eat. [As for the actual set, though, that might also be a thing he should remark on.] It's going pretty well, yeah. Wasn't sure how well the audience would take, but they're still dancing, so I'm guessing I didn't fuck up bad enough to chase anyone out.

[kokuyoyo]

It's good.

[Chikusa would know, listening attentively for the last few songs as he has been.]

What were you expecting?

[redotiertwo]

I dunno, some people aren't that into electronic music. You've still got those fuckwits and the "but it's not a real instrument" shit as if every instrument isn't just pushing buttons or pulling strings in the right order to make music.

[With some rather apt timing, he presses a few more keys on the soundboard and rotates the turntable back a little. It's basically the same thing but streamlined, as far as he's concerned, and the classicalists can eat it.]

[kokuyoyo]

Basically.... Anything can be an instrument, probably, so I don't see what the big deal is...

...But I think the Heavens are varied enough for taste.

[Considering the vast amount of worlds and lives represented, after all.]

...I liked the calm one you did.

[redotiertwo]

Exactly. I mean, fuck, if we count shit like kazoos as instruments we might as well just open up the board to whatever the fuck without any borders.

[This may or may not be somewhat of a touchy subject for Davesprite, as an electronic musician.

Being reminded that things have been going pretty well gets him off his temporary musical high-horse, though.] Yeah, I thought it might be good as kind of a cooler between the rougher stuff. Glad you liked it in its own right, though, makes the set flow better if it's not just totally out of place.

[kokuyoyo]

[Note to self: Davesprite gets worked up over matters of music. Who knew? Potentially anyone with social skills, which means Chikusa was always going to be out there.]

[He's more than happy to move onto talking about the music itself, chin bobbing slightly in acknowledgment.]

It... still feels like movement. [His shoulders twitch. A shrug, probably?] I can't really explain music.... yet... But it feels... resigned. Persistent.

[Another more noticeable shrug, although only one shoulder takes part.]

[redotiertwo]

[Davesprite nods a bit, tapping a few more keys to keep the current track going right.] That's what you want out of music. Even if it's something slow like a dirge, you want it to stick with people. Slow music still represents movement. A waltz is a dance, a funeral march is a celebration of life. If your music is static and you're not doing some weird experimental thing where that's intentional, you're probably doing it wrong.

[It's not really like visual art and writing, where static styles have their place in certain genres. Or at least, that's how he feels about it.]

[kokuyoyo]

...Weird experimental shit...

[Now he's sort of curious. But glancing out to the rest of the party, Chikusa can at least recognize a time and place.]

...Show me later?

[redotiertwo]

If you want the ur-example, go look up "four minutes thirty three seconds".

[Technically that's not static, given the idea behind it, but still, it's the kind of pretentious experimental shenaniganry that's exactly what he's talking about.]

Also, the entire industrial genre is supposed to be anti-music, just don't get it mixed up with industrial metal.

[kokuyoyo]

[....That sounds like such a vague title that Chikusa is suspicious he'll just get a lot of other unrelated bullshit. Still, he asked.]

[The next comment is a lot more eyebrow-raising worthy.]

...How can a genre be anti-music...

[redotiertwo]

I don't know, ask the prodigious hipsters who decided that music being pro-music wasn't good enough for them. Or better yet, go ask the fucking Dadaists who started that whole anti-art art movement.

[If there is one movement Davesprite will always subtly appreciate but also never really understand, it's Dadaism. Then again, he's pretty sure that's how most people feel about Dadaism, even the Dadaists.]

[kokuyoyo]

It always comes down to hipsters....

[Who, apparently, ruin all they touch. Or at least this is the second conversation they've had now about them.]

[redotiertwo]

That's because hipsters are primed to take over the world when we're all too occupied with that mainstream shit.

[It's a conspiracy, illuminati confirmed, etc. Davesprite totally sounds serious saying this and not like he's just making a really deadpan joke.]

[kokuyoyo]

...But then wouldn't they become mainstream...?

[Chikusa can't say he's an expert on this or anything. Or that he's even remotely being serious himself.]

[redotiertwo]

Don't tell them that, they'll disappear in a puff of logic.

[If they can have gods in this world that don't do that, someone has to take up the "disappearing in a puff of logic" slot from them. And hipsters probably deserve it more.]

[kokuyoyo]

....So.... Save that for a special occasion...

[He'd say something about Davesprite's birthday, but they're shinki, so who the fuck knows when that happens.]

[redotiertwo]

[He does actually remember speaking to Jade on his birthday from his last lot of memories, but hell knows if he'd actually remember the specific date.]

Hey, it's Christmas in like. Almost four months. Or Halloween in almost two.

[kokuyoyo]

....Do people usually give presents on Halloween?

[Does Japan even really celebrate it? Chikusa is vaguely aware of it, but only through media osmosis.]

[Italians are a lot more interested in things having to do with saints, and the like, as it turns out.]

[redotiertwo]

People usually give out candy, but there are those sticks in the mud who think candy is too unhealthy and try to foist off pennies or whatever the fuck else.

[Blasphemers, as far as he's concerned. He isn't entirely sure why he has strong opinions on this subject, but apparently he does.]

[kokuyoyo]

Does causing hipsters to destroy themselves with logic count as the equivalent to pennies...

[Asking for a friend]

[redotiertwo]

It probably depends on who's at your door, some people get really shitty about not getting sweets, but personally I'd be totally fine with a logic-destroyed hipster instead.

[Davesprite is a flexible soul with simple needs.]

[kokuyoyo]

Then.... I'll keep it in mind for October.

[An inclination of his head towards his equipment.]

Should I leave you to this...?

[redotiertwo]

Probably, yeah, a talk break is nice now and then but I should probably be focusing on not fucking anything up. [This is his first live, after all, even if it's not exactly a huge turnout.]

Enjoy the food tables on my behalf or some shit.

[kokuyoyo]

I'll hoard some....

[So feel free to grab it whenever, Davesprite. Even Chikusa can't eat it all that quickly.... probably.]

[Still, with that maybe possibly promise made, Chikusa turns away, shuffling from the small stage and going back to his own small corner that he's claimed.]