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

[shitflashpointsays]

[It's kind of unusual to have people so readily accept the nicknames she gives them. 'Course, maybe that's because half of them aren't very complimentary.]

So that's a pretty interesting name and I've never seen your kind before. Where'ya from?

[Clearly some alien planet full of more chirpy dudes.]

I should remember more often to note that he's using the French pronunciation of Paris

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[Chirpy was not that bad. He just hoped that she could pronounce his real name at some point, but without a way to tell her, he did not know when that would happen.]

I'm from Paris
And the only flea
Of my size to occur
So they called me a monster

A good thing to note!

[shitflashpointsays]

[She'll get it the more French she hears, benefits of being Cybertronian. Mac guffiany native language learning powers!]

Par-Paris? Where's that?

[Earth geography: not her strong suit.]

So what, they called you a monster just for being big?!

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[He forced a smile. Unless he could point at a map, he felt it was too difficult to explain.]

Big and scary and misunderstood
All three led to no good

[shitflashpointsays]

No I, I imagine that wouldn't. Emphasis on the last part though yeah? People don't seem to take too well to things they don't understand.

[Yeah she knows a little about that.]

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[He dipped his head, but soon hummed with a genuine smile.]

But from just one to have known
I saw how love had grown
Now I'm a monster only in name
A word that no longer brings me pain

[shitflashpointsays]

That's...that's nice.

[It's pretty damn touching actually, Flashpoint's face gets a little sentimental for a moment. She can sorta relate...]

Just one though?

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It began with one
And then there came more
Soon the cabaret was filled with faces
I never met before

[shitflashpointsays]

So....

something changed you. And people thought you were a monster at first.

But...they got to know you can became your friends?

[Her voice is oddly tentative and soft--or as soft as her raspy speech gets--lacking her usual brusque manner. She can relate to the first two parts. The third though...she's never tried before. Not really.]

[smallest]

[He melodically hummed as he nodded. That was right. All it took was for one person to know he was not a monster and that changed everything. He looked quite grateful for that. He did not know where he would be if he had never met Lucille.]

[shitflashpointsays]

[She nods slowly, like it's taking that long to sink in.]

Good to know.

[That it's possible, at least. Now, if someone became a monster, can they come back from that? That's part two for her.

She seems pretty lost in her own head now though; for once, genuinely quiet. You've given her a lot to think about, Francœur!]

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[He watched for a while, a smile still on his face. It had been quite a life-changing journey for him, so perhaps it took a while to sink in. Should the silence go on for too long, he would then chirp at her. Was Flashpoint okay?]