AWD #090: The World Needs More Music
The World Needs More Music
Summary: Tavin and Melpomene discover a mutual interest.
Date: 06/04/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Tavin Melpomene 
Battlestar Orion - Deck 3 - Rec Room
With several smaller rec rooms spread throughout the ship, this one is the largest by far and is the primary recretion location aboard the ship. Longer than it is wide, with several hatches in and out, the room is divided by load-bearing beams that section it off into even thirds. There are a dozen tables, couches, and coffee tables set up — though all of the tables and chairs are the drab metal of the rest of the fleet. The couches seem to have been purchased privately and moved in here at some point in the past, heavy use and careful patching evident. Magazines are strewn around randomly, as are racks of books, plus a couple flatscreen televisions set up. Along one wall are several billiards tables, along with a bar for coffee and snacks.
AWD #90

Anyone that enters the room will hear the playing of a mouth harp - more affectionaly called a harmonica, as Tavin is on one of the couches, playing an old Picon diddy as he passes the time before the mission starts.

Figuring that she'll be called to the CIC at some point during the mission, Melpomene has scooted herself down to the rec room for a little caffeine pick-her-up, something to tide her over between chow and the start of a shift. The Picon diddy being sighed out through that mouth harp immediately comes into conflict with her melodic singing. Kept low, volume and pitch, she part hums and part sings her way into the rec room.

<OOC> Melpomene says, "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkzRyHa9a6g"
<FS3> Tavin rolls Harmonica: Success.

As his ears pick up on the new tune in the air, Tavin's eye lifts for a moment as he eyes the brunette and he starts to adjust his tune to try to keep with her, as his blue eyes settle over her and he sits up on the couch more formally.

It's a little game, then? She hears the harmonica, and hears the adjustment being made, and gets into it! A grin pulls on her lips as she bobs her head a little, rocking on into the room. "Why do you let me stay here," she recapitulates so that Tavin can get the melody. "All by myyyyyyyyyyself," she continues, signaling for him to go up or down or flat or sharp using her waving, ranting, panicked hands and grinning, wincing facial expressions when the chords are just…wrong.

Tavin focuses, following her cues as she leads him along in the song. It's new to him, so it takes him a couple of tries to get it right, trying to harmonize with her melody as he pushes himself to his feet, the ginger studying the commo officer's eyes and hand as he nods on occassion to try to keep in time with her.

When he starts to struggle, it's about time to put and end to the game. She gets to the end of a verse, and winds down. She is grinning though. "Hey, that was pretty fun! We're going to have to learn the same tunes though," Melpomene advises while hitting up the coffee pot and pouring herself a cup of joe. Because that's definitely what she of all people needs.

Lowering the harmonica. "Yer going to have to get me the recording so I can listen to it and learn it. You have a nice voice." Tavin offers as he wipes off the instrument on the side of his pants as before he puts it in a pouch to put it away. "And he lifts his mug to take a draw off of it. "Careful, think in the Colonel made it this morning, if you get stuck in it, you may not escape."

"Well, the next time I go back to Canceron and hit up the second-hand music store, I'll be sure to pick you up a copy!" At that, she just shakes her head because, really, when's that goign to happen? "But thanks! It's kind of a hobby, you know? So I don't go insane and murder every…" Wait. Stop. "Yeah, bad choice of words. You know what I mean though." Right? Hopefully? She's not shy about adding some cool water to the cup to temper the coffee a bit while she talks, though!

"Yeaaaah. I wasn't here for that or I might have been a little offended about that." he responds as he looks amused as she starts to water down her coffee. "I usually chew bubblegum or play the harmonica. When I ain't in the birds." Finally, he makes an introduction. "I'm Tavin. Or ya can just call me TB. Nice to meet ya."

"Nice to meet you, Tavin. Name's Melpomene, but you can call me Melpomene. Sir," she snerks back. That last little bit is tacked on there at the end after a little processing. If he flies birds, he's some kind of officer, at least!

He doesn't seem to bother with the sir part. "Nice to meet ya, Melpomene." he thinks for a moment as he listens to her. And then he ohs. "You were the comm officer that was giving the pilot instructions on where to land."

Sugar? Check. Powdered creamer? Check. A thorough stirring to make it look almost as white as cream rather than coffee? Check. "Well, for small stuff, sure. It's pretty easy to tell folks where to land when there's only a handful. I'm no LSO though. Get more than a few and it's out of my jurisdiction."

"Well, the way it's going, you can always work your way up to it, if that's what you're wanting to do." Tavin offers as he settles against the couch again finally. "I mean, is that what you want to do?"

"No, not exactly. I like what I do now!" She clutches her cup of coffee and spins around, leaning against the little counter. Sipping, talking…it's almost like the break room in a normal office building, except that this office is a massive warship gearing up to jump into combat!

"Well, there you go. It's good to be able to realize your dreams. I wouldn't mind being back on Picon tending to my farm and tooling around on 'Betty Jane'." Tavin says with a shrug of his shoulders as he finishes off his mug and goes to wash out the container.

"If I were back home? I'd probably be one of those starving street musicians playing guitar and singing on the corner for change. I didn't exactly have much in the way of job skills or a family tradition to uphold. Canceron's funny like that." Melpomene shrugs as well, and scoots down the counter there to make room.

Tavin laughs. "Don't sell yourself short. You got a voice I'd pay a couple of cubits to listen to. But seeing as cubits are worth exactly squat these days.." After washing out his mug, he considers her for a moment, and reaches into one of his cargo pockets, and withdraws a pouch of shredded gum and sets it next to her. "There. For the entertainment and company, Melopmene. I should go do the checks on my bird. I hoope I get to see you again soon."

"Hmmm, thanks! I like gum pretty well." She takes the pouch of gum and tucks it away inside a back pocket of her trousers, patting it protectively. "Come back alive. The world needs more music, hm?" Melpomene leaves that to be her farewell, and keeps on leaning and sipping.

"Of course I will. We need to duet again." Tavin casts a wink over his shoulder. It's as close as he'll ask for a date because of the silly rules that say that enlisted and officers can be married but can't date.

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