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[fiddlestick]

Well, this is pretty nerve-wracking, but I finally uploaded some music I composed. It's just four songs, between college and everything happening in Retrospec, I've been, well, pretty busy this year. But I hope to compose more soon!

Anyway... you can listen to them here. Please enjoy them.

And in less good news ... I had a rather troubling conversation with a ghost...

According to him, our Earth isn't what it seems. Apparently, while Recolle's real and stable, the rest of the world is actually a recreation of other Earths. It was made to be a centralized hub for planets across the galaxy that were destroyed, and Recolle's essentially the capital. It was all formed and balanced from the soul energy being generated by this city and the people here, and it's not exactly stable.

Good news, all the people outside of Recolle in this world are real, so it's not like our lives were fake. But bad news, if anything should happen to Recolle, the rest of the world would disintegrate. So...no pressure?

Oh, and has anyone heard anything about a river of souls beneath Recolle? A friend heard about it from another ghost, but we don't know much.

Sorry for all the troubling news. This isn't how I expected this post to go.

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[jurai]

I'm sure they can STAND IT

[Well so much for that.]

[fiddlestick]

[It's okay, Elliot will let you use his lawn. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing the neighbors have dealt with]

Great!

Don't worry, I don't think Yusuke's expecting you to be well versed. Just people who can look with a critical eye.

[fabrefactions]

I have heard Christmas music. Very little is worse, but... nyan sounds for 24 hours is a lot.

[jurai]

[With Akira around he wouldn't be all that surprised.]

Yusuke? Lanky guy, straight black hair styled like a 2000's band?

[fabrefactions]

Please do let him know he is more than welcome, from me as well.

In somewhat separate news to your achievements, and congratulatory speeches on your first steps into music publishing... a river of souls under the city? It's not connected to the subway system in some way is it?

[fiddlestick]

With the really nice voice? Yep, that'd be him!

[fiddlestick]

I will!

Oh yeah....um, I know they're both underground? But I don't know if they're connected.

[fiddlestick]

Aha, it is a lot, buuut if I do it on short increments and edited it all together later, that should make it easier on me.

[fabrefactions]

[ look ]

Not entirely. But perhaps a little. I've done plenty of commissions in general for money, but body pillows were perhaps the strangest.

[fiddlestick]

Well...that's higher than some estimates I've gotten, so...that's a good thing.

[usurpers]

It’ll happen.

[ it’s said with truthful determination, the kind eren never fails to deliver. even if the state of the world is a little . . . brittle. this, and for many other reasons in between, did his promise to fight for recollé soldify. it was for this, and all other people who had things to live for as he did.

removing his face from the crook of elliot’s neck just enough to hang on his shoulder, eren pulls the notebook over with his fingers and pressing the middle down to keep the page opened to this one in particular. the entry is titled Jordan. ]

Putting everything together made some gears click.

[ would elliot like story time ]

[jurai]

He's your roommate? Man, I'm meeting all sorts of people you know

It's like 6 degrees of Elliot Craig or something

YEAH I'LL DEFINITELY HELP HIM

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot smiles at Eren's determination. Honestly when Eren said things, they were easier to believe. He always had such faith in Elliot, faith that he never could muster up in himself. Since that day they met in camp, Eren had been his biggest supporter.

He wanted to live up to that support. He wanted to make sure all that hard work Eren did pay off. As much as Eren wanted to see his face on the big stage, Elliot wanted to see Eren's face right back. It was part of his dream.

Enough about that, with Eren indicating the notebook he was working on, Elliot will turn to look at it. the name isn't familiar, so his curiosity is piqued]

Oh yeah? Is that what you've been working on?

[gimme story time!!]

[jurai]

[EREN DOESN'T THINK SO CAUSE HE'S A LITTLE BITCH.]

What kind of even

[He hits enter too soon, his eyes widening. Those words Elliot said, even this vague, were enough to flash Crow's brain to a point in his past life. A spread out metropolis, a table in front of him with scrawled out writing on paper...

And across from him...Elliot.

It takes him forever to type back, but not from lack of trying to speak. He literally can't type without 1 or 2 typos.]

Holy shit

A concert, right?

[fiddlestick]

Yeah!! Some school concert!

Did you just remember too??

[holy crap he didn't know people can remember the same thing at the same time. Not that...he'd have a way to know really. But still, this is exciting!!]

[echoing_sutras]

how young do some ppl read u?

[fiddlestick]

Haha, it does seem that way.

And I'm pretty sure most of them are just stalking you because of me either!

["Most"]

[royaldifficulties]

These are lovely, Elliot. And you have hard on them, as well.

As to the news, is that why we can't leave the city? Or was that not shared?

[fiddlestick]

Aw, thank you Bart. That means a lot.

I don't know, actually. He didn't mention anything about that.

[royaldifficulties]

You've well earned it. Do *you* enjoy performing them?

And I see. Perhaps they didn't know, either.

[fiddlestick]

...

12.

Though that's happened less since growing out my hair.

[fiddlestick]

Ohhh, okay. sorry, I misunderstood.

I guess it could be something extraterrestrial, that'd explain all the weird things that happen.
On the other hand, people suspect it has something to do with that Vanderweele guy.

[fiddlestick]

Yeah...can't say I'd ever have the confidence to commission an artist for a body pillow...

I'll be careful, promise.

[fiddlestick]

I do! Each of the songs mean something special to me.

Probably not...and he seemed more interested in flirting than giving intel.

[oniipeach]

Do you have any idea if the ghost you talked with seemed recent or... from a different time? The one who spoke to me thought that the planets of the people here still existed, but I think the ghost's clothes were from ... fifty? sixty? years ago. So things may have changed since then.