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[pummelgranite]

WHO: Punk and Hip Hop fans, goths, malcontents, the faithful, skeptics, kids, anyone
WHERE: "Devil's Dance Floor" ballroom in Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Forward dated to evening of October 8th
WHAT: another concert! I'll be putting up a couple of toplevels but feel free to toss in your own
WARNINGS: Less than her last show, but topics of trauma survival, depression, grief, irresponsible substance use likely to come up

Comments

[grimreaping]

[ Ohh... that was a question far better suited to his Father than to him, at least in Kid's mind. It's not that he's never thought about it, simply that it's always seemed to him like he's trying to put together a puzzle with only half the pieces.

But he gives it due consideration, because it's an important question to him, and it must also be to Persephone, to ask it. That's not the kind of thing you bring up for small talk, and so his answer is slow in finding its wording. ]

To hold the responsibilities that should not or cannot be asked of humans.

[ And by 'humans' he was being fairly broad in that term, but 'mortals' didn't quite fit and 'people' wasn't any more specific, if anything it was more vague. ]

By doing that, we keep order.

[pummelgranite]

Something you can't ask of humans . . .


[ She watches him struggle with his answer. Whatever she thinks of it (and she does think a good few things) she keeps to herself, just giving him a simple nod. ]


We don't keep order. We inspire. What people do with that is up to them. But it's what I do.

[grimreaping]

[ There's a little indraw of breath at her answer, and then Kid smiles at her. ]

That sounds like a very wonderful responsibility.

[pummelgranite]

Yeah . . . it's not bad. But I can't do it, here. Not for my humanity, anyway.

[grimreaping]

[ He nods, understanding that feeling very well. As someone who's been an imPort for two years now, he'd be a lot more frantic about it if he didn't know his father was still taking care of things. ]

Nor can I. But at the end of the day, humans are humans, so there's no reason not to do the same here as at home.

[pummelgranite]

Yeah. . . yeah.


[Oh there were all kinds of reasons. just none sfhe cared about. on some level, she would sing because she couldnt think of anything else to do. She nudges around the mozzarella sticks, but does not pick it back up. ]