SITUATION POST: JULY 21, 2013 (APHRODISIA)

[greekchorus]

[Today, a single rose has been placed at the feet of the statue of Aphrodite in accordance with the laws for celebrating Aphrodisia.

When you ate your breakfast this morning, you might have noticed it was delicious, even better than usual. Maybe the nymphs and harpies took extra care, or maybe there was a little Love Potion No. 9 in it.

Who knows?

OOC INFORMATION ABOUT THIS EVENT CAN BE FOUND HERE.]

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[lastplaceigo]

[The beach is still an area of unease for Margot due to the whole being close to the ocean thing (because it's, you know, the beach,) but she makes it a point to have her run go near it some of the time. Maybe one day she'll be brave enough to go near the water.

Today is not that day, but the music is enough to get her to linger. She knows that song. She actually likes that song (it's good to train to, hush.)

Trying not to be too conspicuous, Margot slows down and meanders closer, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. This girl isn't too bad, she figures, humming along with the words.]

[anythingwithstrings]

*The beach is still a new exciting and all around unique experience for this little Canadian. And blondes with guitars on beaches is a time honored cliche Maya has no interest in breaking.*

*But she does notice she's gained a slowly meandering audience. Not that that matters, she finishes the song first.*

You don't have to run off, you know. I don't mind an audience.

[lastplaceigo]

Wasn't gonna run off. It's not like you're scary or anything.

[She 'hmmphs,' edging closer before finally settling onto the sand with a graceful flop.]

Just didn't want to interrupt you, yeah?

[anythingwithstrings]

I'll have you know I'm truly a terror brandishing this six string.

*Maya is about as terrifying as a puppy with a kitten on its head.*

You're not interrupting.

[lastplaceigo]

Yeah, real terrifying. I'm totally shaking in my sneakers right now, can't you tell?

[Margot snorts a laugh, running a hand over her face.]

So like, what other songs do you know how to play on that thing? A lot?

[anythingwithstrings]

You hide your terror well.

*Maya brushes her hair behind an ear, then works on tweaking the strings a bit. A guitar always needs a little bit of care.*

This and that. I don't have a proper cheatbook with me, but you can try me and I might know it. I need to work on that.

[lastplaceigo]

S'what I'm good at.

[With a wink, she props elbows up on her knees, chin resting on her hands. What kind of song..?]

Uh... You know any My Chemical Romance?

[Because that's what a beautiful day on the beach needs. Some MCR.]

[anythingwithstrings]

A few songs, the bass player in my band was always big on their stuff. I loved doing covers of I'm Not...

*I'm not Okay (I Promise) was a song that suddenly had a lot more... meaning, than it used to have. She hadn't even thought about it, as Adam stopped bringing up MCR after Cam died.*

...Let's not do that song, how about name a few things and I'll pick something I can fake?

[lastplaceigo]

...Alright...

[Margot's not too socially awkward that she doesn't pick up on a mood shift like that, but it's not like she's going to question it. Not her business.]

Not one of my favourites, anyway. What about something like... [Any song of theirs that's LOUD. Kid likes noise, okay.]

[anythingwithstrings]

I can probably manage one of those, you know I can't hit quite the sound on just a six-string?

*Maya's glad for the no prying, it isn't a topic Maya plans to embrace here.*

I'm Maya, by the way.

[lastplaceigo]

Margot.

[She holds out a hand for the other girl to shake.]

Oh... Yeah, point. I kinda don't know the first thing about instruments. I'm sorta banned from touching them.

[anythingwithstrings]

*Maya pushed the guitar away from reach as she took Margot's hand. Maya's grip is pretty much gentle enough to not crack an egg.*

Well, first thing, if the girl only has an acoustic and her voice, pick based on lyrics. MCR has some great songs, but a lot of them work better with a drumkit and a bass. Anything I play will either be a dance number or a ballad to make it sound good like this.

Unless you can find me a drummer, then we can talk.

[lastplaceigo]

Dance numbers are cool. Kinda good day for it, yeah?

[She snorts a laugh.]

I think you'd have better luck finding someone than I would, especially over at your cabin. Guessing you're over at Apollo's, huh?

[anythingwithstrings]

I guess, I mean today's started pretty cool with breakfast being so good. Definitely not a bad day to dance. ...Maybe not on the beach though.

You'd be surprised, our counselor put me in charge of the nightly sing alongs because apparently nobody else stepped up for it. So maybe I'm the most musically gifted of the cabin?

*Maya you play every musical instruments without trying. There are like four you couldn't instantly play.*

[lastplaceigo]

Never on the beach. Might fall in the water.

[She narrows her eyes a moment and glares at the ocean as if its presence is some great affront before shaking it off. Bleh.]

Heh. Maybe? Pretty big responsibility with the sing alongs, though.

[anythingwithstrings]

What's so bad about that? I mean, if I had my guitar that'd earn someone an arrow. But otherwise stumbling into the ocean is okay in the summer.

*...Weird...*

Eh, it's just a gig like any other. I don't see it as that big a deal, and it's definitely in my wheelhouse.

[lastplaceigo]

Whatever, I guess.

[Not going into it, nope.]

I dunno. I'd probably die if I had to do something like that. I mean, gimme something to fight and cool, but singing and whatever? Not my thing, so kudos to you.

[anythingwithstrings]

*She's not going to press. That'd be rude.*

I can handle an audience, and playing through embarrassing things. But I have had a lot of practice at music performances. I mean my first one I was... seven. I know the stage and music way better than fighting and monsters.

[lastplaceigo]

Since seven? [Whistles.] Cool. So like, do you just play guitar, then, or do y'know other stuff?

[anythingwithstrings]

Oh, all my performance stuff was cello. Guitar is just a hobby. Same with piano, bass guitar, double bass, little violin. Also tried the trumpet, trombone, ocarina, flute, recorder, and panpipes. Oh, and one of my friends tried to teach me to play the drums.

Strings are really more my thing. Not sure if it's a me thing, or a my dad is God of Archery thing.

[lastplaceigo]

[Grinning.] What about the lyre? You try one of those yet?

[anythingwithstrings]

Not yet. I know what kind of sound they make, and it just isn't the sort of thing I want to play.

But it is a string thing, and a Dad thing, so... I probably can rock it as well as anything else.