video; un: connorsp

[goodweather]

[There's a sharp shuffling noise as the camera turns on and the mic is buffeted, sharp black paws adjusting the frame and making sure it's stable. The poster's face isn't visible yet, turned down as it is, at the keys of a piano.

When he sits down at the bench, he finally comes into view. Those who know him might not recognize the face, transformed by the exalted Cordis as it is, but they'd recognize the voice. Phil is a soot-black fox with (strangely enough) his usual shock-white hairstyle on top, elegant golden markings all over. All of them seem to resemble weather symbols, from snowflakes to air front maps. He waves. Like any good news presenter, his air in front of the camera is poised, fluid, and confident.]

Hey, folks. Phil Connors here. Two things real quick: I finally got a job at one of the local stations! It's Channel 2, I'll be live for the morning weather forecast on the weekdays. Don't be surprised when you see my handsome mug. [Wink.]

Two, I've been working on a lot of music--sorry to anybody who lives in the same building as me. It's for a good cause. From the 16th through to the 18th, I'll be playing at a number of restaurants and clubs throughout Level 1 and Level 2 of Lunatia. Not too many, but some. There's a text file attached to this post with a list.

[He turns to the keyboard, stretches his shoulders, and rolls his neck.] That's all. If you want a taste of what I'll be playing, feel free to stick around.

[He lays his hands on the keyboard, and starts to play. It's a peaceful sort of jazz sound, one of smoky, rainy nights outside a bar in the city; the sound swells and flows, no excitement but plenty of intrigue, and, well... Phil is skilled, to be sure. Who knew?

When the song stops and his hands drift off of the keys, he grins towards the camera with all the easy confidence in the world.] Thanks for watching.


((ooc: embarrassingly, belateldy, i realize i should have linked the log post here oops))

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un: han_dy

[showended]

ur pretty good
i'll check u out one of those days
u ever wanna jam with a bass player, let me know

[goodweather]

Thank you very much. I might take you up on that some time. Which kind do you play, bass guitar or double bass?

[showended]

bass guitar
i technically haven't been able to afford one yet so i'm stuck with just an acoustic guitar right now
but soon

[goodweather]

Soon! I technically can’t afford a piano either, ha. This one is mine from home. Got it for free at some shop where they sold all sorts of weird stuff.

[Ware Wolf Shop, you mean, Phil.]

[showended]

oh u can get things from home?
i'll look into that
what's the shop?

[ he is gonna buy so many outfits from home ]

[goodweather]

Hm... I'm not sure I remember, actually. It sounded like "werewolf shop," only it wasn't /actually/ "werewolf shop." The first word was broken up and it was... something else.

Where Wolf doesn't sound right. You might want to look up some rhymes.

[showended]

werewolf shop but not werewolf shop huh

[ solving weird problems is kind of his thing, actually. ]

where... wear... ware?
wear wolf or ware wolf maybe?
i'll check it out either way

video; un: laurea

[wearingguess]

Hello, Phil Connors! I am Titus Alexius. You look so majestic and magical! A bit like one of the fully assimilated members of the household of Vassar. Though I am guessing you are not hundreds of feet tall...

I'll be sure to watch your weather forecast, and to come hear you play!

[goodweather]

[He chuckles warmly.] Hello, miss Alexius. Thankfully not; I'd have a real hard time finding a piano big enough for me if that was true. I'm only about six feet if you don't count the ears.

I look forward to seeing you there! Don't be afraid to say hello when the band takes a break.

[wearingguess]

Just Titus is fine! But if you prefer to keep things formal, Mister Alexius will do. [ 😏 ]

Will you be part of an ensemble, then? For that matter, will I recognize you once the new moons come?

[goodweather]

[Oh, dear. He flushes hard with embarrassment.]

Ah. Forgive me, Mister Alexius.

Mm. It depends on the place; in most of these I'll be part of a band, but in others--mostly the high end restaurants in the list--I'm playing solo. You might not recognize me when the moons pass, but I should look the same then as I do now with Cordis in the sky, so don't worry.

video; un: jfrye

[brawlcreed]

[Because he still hasn't bothered changing it from the default username. Jacob's cat ears twitch as he listens to the music. The fox face intrigues him but so does the music]

What sort of music is that?

[goodweather]

[Phil tilts his head inquisitively, an ear flicking.]

Jazz. It’s one of my favorite kinds. Have you got it where you come from?

[brawlcreed]

Not yet, I don't think. I'm from the nineteenth century.

[goodweather]

Oh, wow. That's interesting.

[He pauses for a moment in thought.] Well, if it's the late nineteenth century, jazz should come soon enough; it was very popular in the early twentieth. Most of what I know is from the middle of the century, though. Fifties and sixties.

[brawlcreed]

Actually, we're closer to the middle. 1868, to be exact. So I'll likely miss this music. But it sounds all right, and you play very well.

[goodweather]

Damned shame. [He shrugs.] Well, if you care to hear more, you can always come to my shows. I'll be there in the evenings. Or if not, there's probably some music shops around Lunatia that sell records of something similar.

text | un: lycoris

[recludere]

You're quite talented.

[goodweather]

Thank you very much. It's many years' hard work, is all.

video | un: druidic

[arrowroot]

Oh, that was lovely!

[She even gives a little cheerful applause for the small performance.]

I've never heard music like that before but I think I'm already in love with it!

[goodweather]

Thank you. You're too kind. [He gives a short, mock bow from where he's sitting.]

I'll be playing more of this sort during the Triple Moon, if you're so inclined to come, but even after that I'm sure there are record shops in Lunatia that carry this sort of thing. Have you really never heard jazz before?

[arrowroot]

No, not at all. Jazz, is it? It's entirely new to me. Music in my world is... tavern songs, street music, hymns to the gods, live performances by entertainment guilds... and whatever the Charr were playing for their concert I went to during the summit a few years back. I want to say it was called... metal? At least the band was called "Metal Legion". It was interesting.

[goodweather]

Oh, we are from very different time periods. I see. Jazz will be a couple of centuries ahead of your time, assuming we're from similar worlds. Sorry.

I'm sure you could search on the internet here and find some similar songs, but nothing beats a live performance. [Wink.]

[arrowroot]

Different worlds, actually. My brother and I are the only ones from Tyria that we've found. From what I've gathered though our culture is somewhat similar to a certain time period for... Earth, I think? At least the human side of it. I can't really speak for how Norn, Charr, Sylvari or Asura cultures match up as they're all vastly different.

[Tyria is something else.]

I really did enjoy your performance. Are you planning on doing anything themed for the holiday? Some spooky jazz, maybe?

[goodweather]

Oh... wow. [His ears are perked up in interest. He's intrigued about that whole deal, but it's not exactly the main subject of this conversation, so he feels a little weird at the idea of getting too in-depth about it.] Sounds about right, since I mistook you for someone from my kinda world. But none of those names sound familiar, so I can't really match it to anything either.

[He snorts.] I'm not sure spooky jazz is a thing. Even if it was... probably not. Music's not really my main gig.