Text + Music!

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There was that sound again, the sound of a new message on everyone's communication devices. After conversing with some of the scientists, they let him have access to the entire Fleet's communication system so the message would reach beyond the civilian network.

The text read,
Here is the cure
Please listen along
You'll feel better
Once you hear this song

A song started soon after the text message. The instruments comprised of two guitars and simple percussion. If he had more time with this, he would have added more. That was okay; the music did not suffer from its limited resources. What was truly important about the song was the voice. Francœur's sweet and distinctive voice sang both the melody and harmony of the song. The trained ear may detect that, while the melody nearly overflowed with emotions, the harmony lacked feeling behind it. The virus that sapped him of his emotions made it difficult to sing the part, but it was necessary. With both voices affected by both viruses singing in harmony, the effects negated each other and it resulted in a cure to all that heard it. The song was tender and sad, yet full of hope.

"The war was over
I've said all my goodbyes
Home was only a step closer
But I'm not returning tonight

It'd end my fears to have you near
But I'd worry if you were here

You're worlds and times far away
I'll close my eyes to see your face
If I don't come home some day
Maybe we'll meet again in space

They've started their attacks
Barely missed the guns and blasts
There's only so much I can do
I will see this through, I'll never leave you

Oh my dear, if you could hear
What goes on beyond our home
But I'd fear if you were here
Don't worry, I won't leave you alone

You're worlds and times far away
I'll close my eyes to see your face
If I don't come home some day
Maybe we'll meet again in space

It'd end my fears to have you near
But I'd worry if you were here"

The chorus repeated until the end. After the recording stopped, a pleased chirp briefly filtered through the message before it ended.

[ooc: Apologies about the delay. With mod approval, this message is the cure for both binaural viruses of the Bad Vibrations event.]

Comments

[smallest]

[He certainly felt less lonely, but that was because of who was here, not what. Though it was in poor circumstance, at least Kevin seemed well.]

I've seen Rosette
Have you two met?
She was sick, last I saw
Shouting on top a car

[He knew now that the sickness made Rosette act in such a way. He hoped she was feeling better.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Well, that certainly gives rise to nervous laughter. Yes, he met Rosette when she ran over him with her deathmobile. It was a terrible waste of eggs.]

Oh dear, was she sick as well? [Shame on him. He couldn't tell the difference. ] I was not aware, though it seems you have provided a solution for that too. That is rather fortunate...for all of us.

[The world is better off without an extra violent Rosette.]

[smallest]

[He hummed in a way that playfully agreed with Kevin. Had he been able to feel emotions when he first saw her here, it would have been a terrifying experience.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[You have no idea, old friend. Has she tried to talk sense to you yet? That is the scariest thing!]

I do not think I have words to express my gratitude. Are you feeling well now?

[smallest]

[It had not happened to him, yet. Aside from what happened during the virus outbreak, Rosette had only been sweet around him; surely, she could not be that scary.

He chirped happily. It was nice of Kevin to say that.]

These feelings are my own
I'm as well as I could be
Though I miss my home
And especially my family

[senseandcecilbility]

[His smile becomes a little fixed when Francœur mentions his family, the image of a young child immediately leaping to his mind. He takes a few unnecessary seconds to reply. Though even old angels who should know better can fool themselves into believing that their pain is unique, the truth is that they are all on the same boat, aren't they? Francoeur's lyrics are not just words. There is a soul behind them.]

Would you tell me about your family, Mister Francœur?

[smallest]

[He hummed, welcoming a chance to talk about Lucille.]

In my family, there is only her
A beautiful, compassionate singer
She has false wings made of bird feathers
But she's truly an angel inside

When everyone else would run and hide
She returned and stayed by my side
Without her, I would have died
Without Lucille, my human sister

[senseandcecilbility]

[An angel, is she? The way Francœur describes her may suggest that she is more angelical than most members of his own species. He would not be surprised. Not at all. Kevin has been saved by a human too, even if that salvation also destroyed him, so he can feel nothing but sympathy for the creature. ]

If that is the case, you will most certainly meet her again. You seem to owe her that much, after all.

[smallest]

[There was that birdlike cooing sound he made when he was happy. It expressed without words just how thankful he was for Kevin's kindness. It was one thing to reassure himself that he would see her again, but to hear it from him made it feel more real than ever.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Birdlike cooing. How does Mister Francœur even manage that? Still, it makes him smile. He doesn't think he is being kind, but merely reattributing a favor, the best way he can.]

I heard this once. Perhaps it might help you as well.

You are just late.

[smallest]

Thank you, you are too kind
You have eased my mind

In a way, I'm glad I'm left behind
Because I get to hear you, one more time

[senseandcecilbility]

[No, he is not kind, he wishes to say, but Mister Francœur doesn't need to know that. Instead, he laughs and shakes his head.]

In a way? Oh my, I am quite sure Miss Lucille would present one objection or two.

[smallest]

[He chirped something that did not sound anything like human laughter, yet strangely, it held that intention of mirth.]

That may be
Or if she could hear you sing
She may agree
Your voice is quite outstanding