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Who: Jaskier rollstoseduce
What: New arrival tries to understand the city and tries to rescue a kitty
When: Last week of June
Where: Central city
Notes: Using this log to move Jaskier's arrival TDM prompts and organize closed threads. If you want to plot anything more specific, feel free to hit my intro comment!

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[ Well, if the idea of levers plucking out a tune on their own is distressing, he'll hate to hear about the industry at large. Contracts, production software, and autotune, oh my. Not the main concern of the moment, though, which becomes clearer when they get to him singing a song he's never heard before while playing an instrument that apparently doesn't exist in whatever universe he's come from.

Birdie sits back once the song is over, hands off the keys, and gives him a moment to grapple with himself about it. When she speaks again she keeps her voice even and light. ]

Seems like a pretty enviable skill. Especially if you're already a musician. There's a group of us back where I'm from, and it works like that if we perform together? We all just... Know the words, know the song, but it only works for the singing. Everything else we have to learn the hard way.

[ Her tone is somewhere between 'please don't freak out' and 'see it's not that weird, please don't freak out.' ]

Being perfectly honest, I'm kinda jealous.

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[He would 100% loathe autotune.

Jaskier's heart is beating so fast, he swears it's going to jump out of his chest any second now. He stares at his hands as he absorbs Birdie's words, trying to come to terms with them and their meaning, especially when she mentions the hard way.

Is he cheating?

It's not like he's opposed to cheating when it comes to stuff like gwent, but what about this? Art needs practice and talent, not fucking cheating. He goes over what just happened and realizes his voice started stiff, so he isn't automatically good at it, right? He had to adapt to the song.

With the tip of his tongue peeking out as it often does when he concentrates, Jaskier chooses an old traditional folk song and tries a line or two on the piano. Then he pauses and tries again with a different arrangement - neither of them is bad, but he could fusion many alternatives until he finds which one captures the spirit the best. Then he raises his head to look inside the music shop through the window, looking at the different instruments and feeling the instructions flood his mind.

Oh. That's it- instructions. Metaphorical ones, shaped like energy, but still. They're made of notes and staves, and the more they scratch his mind and itch his fingers, the more he's sure a non-musician would play them clumsily. The magic saved him from all the process of memorization, but it's still his talent.

Jaskier sighs with relief - it's not cheating! It's just--]

Knowledge! [He says with a laugh.] Total and absolute music knowledge! Sensational! Extraordinary! My very own superb library of--

[...oh, right. The woman is here. For once in his life, Jaskier isn't thinking with his dick, although he didn't mean to ignore her either. With a gasp, he grabs her hand in both of his, grin still splitting his face in two but blue eyes honest in their gratitude.]

My lady, I would've never wanted to fill your heart with such a dreadful emotion! [Although someone being jealous of him does feel nice, not gonna lie.] Your guidance has been more helpful, how could I ever repay you?

[The question is asked with a softer, more affectionate voice. It's never too late to start thinking with your dick.]