Role Play Room

Started by paladin313, August 11, 2012, 11:41:38 AM

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"It's a very long story," said Z
"The secret to creativity is combining logic and science with Fantasy and fiction"

Chrono said, "You two should go somewhere and talk.  you'll spoil the party."
     Meanwhile, Skuld said, "Bah...I can do better.  BANPEI!"
     He walked up and said, "High Tech Irish!"
     Speakers came out, and he played this:

https://www.youtube.com/v/J-S68QDmRMA
Fear is ignorance expressed through panic.


Z chuckled at skuld's antics.
"The secret to creativity is combining logic and science with Fantasy and fiction"

(Is Z going to take her away?)

"Okay," said Ian, "Now...  Hmm...  This one is a bit sad, but it is one they sing on ANZAC day in Australia...their Memorial day."

(I hoped you saw the whole Sham Rock video!)

https://www.youtube.com/v/cZqN1glz4JY
Fear is ignorance expressed through panic.


(If she wants.)
"The secret to creativity is combining logic and science with Fantasy and fiction"

(Then this is how she will learn the truth.  Oh, and that next song?  The Pogues reduced an audience of punks and skinheads to tears with this one.)
Fear is ignorance expressed through panic.


(i dislike songs that make me sad)
Z looked at megumi, "want an explanation?"
"The secret to creativity is combining logic and science with Fantasy and fiction"

(Sorry, but one of the muses would have glommed onto it.)

She just nodded, a bit in shock.
Fear is ignorance expressed through panic.


(oh.  Melpomene, right?)
"Follow me," said Z as he got up.
"The secret to creativity is combining logic and science with Fantasy and fiction"

(Yes.)
She followed robotically.
Fear is ignorance expressed through panic.


Melpomnene was enraptured by the song, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.
Z took her to his room in the temple, which doubled as his workshop where he worked on combining runes with technology.
"The secret to creativity is combining logic and science with Fantasy and fiction"

He went into the last lyrics...

"And now, every April, I sit on my porch;
and I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades--how proudly they march;
reliving their days of past glory.
I see my old comrades as they march before:
The tired old heroes of a forgotten war.
And the young people ask me, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda;
And the old men still answer the call.
But year after year, they get fewer and fewer;
One day, no one will march there at all.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda;
Who'll go a'Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard, as they march by the billabong;
Singing, "Who'll go a'Waltzing Matilda with me..."


"I don't get it!" she said, "What is my brother into!"
Fear is ignorance expressed through panic.


"I liked that song," said Melpomnene.


It's complicated," said Z, "let me start at the begining.  I'm not human...well not completely human."
"The secret to creativity is combining logic and science with Fantasy and fiction"

"Well, every once and a while I like things that make you think."


"Yeah!  No S$%^ Sherlock!"
Fear is ignorance expressed through panic.


"Indeed, " said Clio.


"do you believe in heaven and hell?"
"The secret to creativity is combining logic and science with Fantasy and fiction"