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Published: 2014-10-29 19:52:52 +0000 UTC; Views: 2084; Favourites: 21; Downloads: 9
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Rover likes to talk, it really is one of his favorite pastimes, so I figured I'd give him a chance. Β Any questions you have he'll be happy to answer them...although, I can't promise he will do so entirely honestly. Β>>>Please, no swearing<<<
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"Good times. Yes. Good times as children. Guilty is not good. Meet again now." Nana said as she knitted.
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"You are right, as always. Guilt is a horrible feeling, especially when you come across a talented street performer and you just walk on by after making eye contact."
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Rover burst out laughing. "I just stop an play with em."
Kit started combing her small clawed hands through his hair.
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The Reem's sleek, pointed ears perked up. "Really? What do you play?"
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Rover sat down in the nearest chair, pressed something in the middle of his palm and a holographic guitar appeared over his lap. "The air guitar."
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Amaril whistled in appreciation. The hologram technology he was familiar with was fifty years out of date. "Can you actually play music with it or is it recorded? You must show me! Please? Please? Please? I have had nothing new to listen to for five decades except for that golden record we found attached to some space probe a while back."
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"Oh, I play it." He gave a couple strums. "If you're lookin, for music, son, I collect it along the way. An You are mighty welcome to listen to anything you take a mind to. Heap of good stuff in there. But I got to admit I fancy Earth western." He started playing Don't Fence Me In.
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Amaril closed his eyes and bobbed his head to the music. He would have gotten up to dance if Kit had not been busy with the exhaustive process of combing through six feet of his hair. Once he caught on to the rhythm, he snapped his fingers in time, adding rippling embellishments with all four fingers once in a while. His arms swayed in figure eights as he snapped. The lyrics gave him a yearning for the meadows and lilac forests of Chryshalla, his home world, all laden with towering crystals that loomed over the trees and dared climbers to scale them.
"That was wonderful, Captain!" Amaril complimented when the song was at its end.
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"You're not bad with them fingers of yours neither. You got rhythm. Ever think a tryin the spoons?"
Finally he could hear Kit start snipping
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"It is all I am ever going to think about now that you have given me the idea. It will certainly be easier to acquire some spoons than a new shamisen or hammered dulcimer." The Reem winced a little bit when he heard the first snip, then tried to hide it by unraveling some yarn.
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"Hold on!"Β Rover hopped up and came back moments later with a pair of spoons and handed them to Avril.Β "Here.Β Knock yourself out.Β Lets do somethin' with a little kick inΒ it so you can get them things clickin'."Β He started plucking out Turkey in the Straw.
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A fire lit up in Amaril's eyes. This was what being a Reem was originally all about: gathering new skills in the entertainment field. That part of Reem culture stagnated after the paranoia of other species set in. "Scatter joy" was once the Reem motto and those words began to well up in Amaril's heart, like a refreshing spring as he accepted the spoons. "I am new at this, so bear with me," he said.
(Here's my great granddaddy's version of Turkey in the Straw. He was the first country fiddler to be recorded. I can't wait to meet him in the resurrection!)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlZyZaβ¦
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"Gotta start somewhere!" Rover said with a grin.
(Oh, nice! Yeah. We all need that to come. )
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"And what better way to start than while getting a hair cut and helping with some knitting?"
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"You got that right, kid!"Β Β
The song ended just as Kit backed up.Β "There.Β All done!"
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"Wow, my head feels so light now. Thank you, Kit. I guess all that is left to do is find a place to drop me off."
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"Well, we will find ya a good place. Till then ya can stay with us."
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"I appreciate your hospitality. I shall never forget your kindness for as long as I live."
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Rover waved a hand. "Aw. We pick up hitchhikers all the time. Ain't not trouble."
Flyspur came in and saw Amril. He gave a nod. "Are you feeling better?"
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"Much better, thank you. You know how it is. One minute you are suffering from smoke inhalation, the next moment you are learning how to play spoons. What about you? I hope I did not rough you up too badly earlier."Β
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Flyspur smiled and gave a flick of his tail.Β "It's alright.Β I realize you were frightened.Β No harm done."Β
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"That is a relief. I am Amaril, future spoon player."
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Flyspur put a fist into his palm and gave a little bow.Β "Pleased to meet you.Β I'm Flyspur, first mate...and doer of anything else that needs to be done."Β He grinned and chuffed a little
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Amaril stood to return the gesture and bow. "Pleased to meet you as well. If you need any help with doing anything else that needs to be done, just let me know. I have no intention of being useless as long as I am here." The Reem felt a little tug on the yarn and he unraveled a bit more for Nana.
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Flyspur gave a nod.Β "Thank you.Β I might take you up on that at some point."Β Β
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"Any time. You will have to wait until Nana is through with me, though."
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Flyspur shook his head with a smile.Β "You've just arrived I wouldn't put you to work right now."Β Β
Rover looked him up and down.Β "Well, I reckon everything ya had was on that ship.Β We'll have to get ya a few things.Β First off a change of clothes."
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"Alright then, no worries," Amaril smiled back at Flyspur. He then replied to Rover,Β "Good idea, Captain. These fancy clothes are not very practical for day to day living. I only wore them because I wanted to look good for my last day of life." The Reem gathered his shorn locks and twisted them into a wreath.Β
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"Well, we will be at Kiris station in the mornin. We will go shoppin then. How's that sound?"
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"I am all for it!"
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"Well, let's get you a proper bedroom." He patted Avril on the shoulder as he stood up.
"Soft room, Captain." Nana said. "Moss carpet."
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"Moss carpet, eh? That sounds like a good permaculture technique. I will have to keep that in mind if I ever have the chance to settle somewhere."
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"Well, yer welcome to a start of it." Rover offered.
"In pot. Nana have pot. Moss from home."
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"Thank you, it will come in handy in the future."
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As nana finished up her yarn Rover patted Avril on the back. "Come on. I'll show ya. Nana decorated that room mostly."
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Amaril sprang to his feet to follow the captain. "I cannot wait to see what she has done!" he said.
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Rover opened it, Nana toddling behind them. He opened the door and revealed...a forest
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Amaril simply could not believe his widened eyes. The hair wreath and spoons slipped out of his hand. He stumbled forward as if entranced. "I- it is a simulation. It has to be a simulation! This is... wonderful beyond words!"
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Rover nodded. "The walls are. Nana was just gonna have us paint em. But I figgured tgis would be more atmospheric. But the rest...its all growin and alive. The carpet, the dressers. Even the lights up yonder. Mushrooms. Nana picked all these things up as we been goin. Like her garden I reckon. She sleeps in the kitchen though. Heh. Never have figured out why."
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"She has her secrets, as odd as they may be!" Amaril dropped to his knees and grabbed Nana's shoulders, "Nana, if I were to use the permaculture techniques I learned, this room could become a food forest! The crew would have plenty to eat year round! We could add some fruit trees and an understory of berry bushes! We could get some fruiting vines to grow up the trees and edible flowers for groundcover too!" The Reem gasped and slapped his hands to the top of his head, "Flowering drum drums! We have got to find some flowering drum drums; they are useful for just about everything! And dandelions! If humans made it into space, then there must be dandelions somewhere!"
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Nana smiled at his enthusiasm and nodded.Β "Yes.Β Garden!"Β Β
"Well, yer kind of litmited on size here, son."Β He walked over to the wall and tapped on the forest.Β Β You got yerself round thirty by twenty feet here.Β But Don't se why you can't fill it up with whatever ya take a mind to.Β An...I'll be right back."Β And he left.
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Amaril discarded his cloak then pulled himself up a tree branch. He climbed as far as he could go to get a good view of his borrowed domain.
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The hologram was so good that it was almost impossible to tell that there was a wall only a few feet away as he looked off into the 'distance' where there seemd to be a little path through the trees.Β Β
Rover came back in carrying a small, cloth sack.Β "Got somethin' you oughta see."
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The Reem jumped back down, from branch to branch, landing in front of Rover. "What is it, Captain?" he asked.
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"Now I don't usually give these things away.Β Heh, but I reckon since you don't own much right about now it'll give ya somethin' you can make yer own livin at if ya take a mind to."Β He handed him the bag.Β When he looked inside there were three bright blue flowering drum drum seeds.
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"There must be a patch of onions growing somewhere in here," Amaril sniffed as he got choked up, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" He snatched Rover up in an unexpected hug, nearly squeezing the life out of him. Nana joined in, grasping their legs together, causing the whole bunch to topple over onto the moss like falling trees. All three had a good laugh about it until their sides could not take it anymore.
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Rover finally sat up, wiping his eyes and still chuckling a bit.Β "Alright.Β Blankets andΒ pillows are in that stump over yonder.Β Matress if ya take a fancy to it is under that lump of moss."
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Amaril helped Nana back to her feet then brushed some sprigs off her back. "That is good to know," he replied. I should warn you that Reem normally have communal lucid dreams, so feel free to shoo my dream self away if it becomes a bother."Β
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Rover nodded.Β "I'll take that into consideration.Β SeeΒ ya in the mornin'."
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"Until then," the Reem replied. When he was alone he fixed his bed, but was not ready for sleep. Amaril removed a ring from his pocket and placed it on his horn. It projected a holographic, monitor and keyboard that kept glitching out every few minutes. The Reem did not complain though; rather he was surprised the computer worked at all after decades without any internet to connect to. He scoured for any news articles about Reem and teleportation accidents, but found nothing relevant. His research on humans did not fare any better. Having done the best he could, Amaril settled under the covers. He doubted another Reem would show up in the dream world tonight, but he would keep vigilant nevertheless.
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