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[themuseabandonsyou]

[ It's early November when Orpheus posts to the network again, this time sitting cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom with his guitar in his lap and the Omni propped up in front of him. The camera catches him leaning back after having set it to broadcast, and he waves as the recording starts. ]

Hi, everyone! I'm Orpheus, and, I thought of something that might be nice for us to do together? I know we're all busy building new lives here, but I don't think that means we have to forget the places we came from completely, or leave those memories behind. Unless you want to? That's fair too.

[ He pauses briefly, looking thoughtful and a little solemn as he considers that, before shaking his head and getting himself back on track.]

But! In my experience a big part of any place a person calls home is the stories that people tell there and the songs they sing, and it seems like it might be nice to share those with each other, as a way of giving each other a glimpse into where we came from, and of preserving them for the future. It can be anything you want to tell us about, whether it's a piece of history or a legend or a song or even a nursery rhyme you like. You don't have to share anything if you don't want to, of course, but I'd really love to hear anything and everything people are willing to add.

[ OOC: This is a mingle post! Please feel free to comment on other peoples' additions and otherwise tag around. ]

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[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Smiling, pleased and proud and sheepish, Orpheus nods. ]

Mister Hermes actually taught me a lot of what I know now, about playing the lyre and the guitar, [ he says, brightly. ] And I've played for Lady Persephone a few times, when she stopped by on her way out of the Underworld in the Spring and on her way back down in the Fall. And, um...

[ He hesitates, a moment, unsure of whether this is something he really wants to talk about right now. Ultimately he decides to, though his expression goes somber and a little distant as he does so. ]

I even played for her and Lord Hades, once.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

How very impressive, to have the gods' training and their ear. You must have quite the skill.

[Albus catches the hesitation, then the deliberate stoicism at the end. With a gentle tone, he asks:]

You played for the god of the dead? How impressive indeed.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus is a little too distracted by his own thoughts to really register the compliment beyond a little nod of acknowledgment, worrying his lip slightly before speaking again. ]

I did. And, he enjoyed it, but... not enough, I guess.

[ Not enough to let them go without that one condition. He stares down at his hands on the guitar's strings for a moment, before shaking his head and forcing a smile as he looks back at the Omni. ]

But, I'm grateful, for all my teachers and all the opportunities I've had to play for people, gods and men. With any luck, I'll be playing for people here for a while yet.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

[He can sense something like regret in Orpheus' tone, even if he does not state it outright. With a sympathetic expression, he says:]

I am sorry to hear your performance did not pan out as you wished. I hope it did not turn out too poorly for you.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus just sighs, taking a moment to remind himself that Eurydice is here with him, and that's what matters. He listens to the sound of her in the next room, going about her business, and smiles again, however melancholy. ]

It's okay, now that I'm here. Thank you.