Britannia, NY

( Inner transformation/Subconscious flight/In the glance fields of fires/In the distance meadows of might/Where minds being enshrouded in a complete night/The fading of love, life and light/Wandering an endless journey/Dead within a trace/Entering a lost dominion soulless and free/Visiting a foreign place but yet so known/Another dimension opens for me to see/Heaven sure ain't made for me to be )

Larry's posted some fliers in public places: the grocery, of course, the library. Maybe a few others here and there. He doesn't know why he feels nervous, as this isn't the first concert he's played in Britannia, and it won't be the last. At least, he isn't planning it to be, right now.

Maybe it's just that this is the first time he's played with the full knowledge of who he was, then. With the knowledge of why he writes about the things he writes about. And the first time he's played in front of audience who he's certain will know when and if he gets things wrong.

Still. He feels like it's something he has to do.


[Feel free to approach Larry after the show, or use as a post for running into other people at the concert.]

((OOC: It's sexting. So, you know, NSFW in that sense.))

In another age, Isaiah might have written of their separation in long, purple prose. There might have been comparisons to stars and mountains, might have been laments of distances so great and the eternal desert of his soul. He would have spoken at great length of his undying affection, of his longing for Jasper's arms, his memories of their shared communion.

But this was not several centuries past and Isaiah was not a pining maiden in a freaking tower.

( So Jasper got this instead. )

Daniel is making the rounds, a little stack of posters advertising his services as a private teacher of voice or any of a number of instruments (with little taggy bits at the bottom that you can tear off, which are by far his favorite part) under his arm. He hasn't made much of an effort to advertise in a while, figuring that most people in the small town who wanted to know about where to get music lessons already did. But as someone who makes it his business to try and know every single person in town, he has noticed more than a few new faces lately, and has therefore deemed it worth the effort. Who knows? Maybe one of them has a kid who wants to learn piano.

He limits himself mostly to locations that actually make some degree of sense: the library, cafes where musicians usually play, bookstores, the message board in the post office. But, being Daniel, he also can't resist putting up a few in slightly more illogical places-- the new carpentry shop, the car garage-- just for fun.

( A knight of the Table Round should be invincible,/Suceed where a less fantastic man would fail./Climb a wall no one else can climb,/Cleave a dragon in record time,/Swim a moat in a coat of heavy iron mail./No matter the pain, he ought to be unwinceable,/Impossible deeds should be his daily fare./But where in the world/Is there in the world/A man so extraordinaire?/C'est moi! C'est moi, I'm forced to admit./'Tis I, I humbly reply./That mortal who/These marvels can do,/C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I. )

((OOC Note about setting: Nathan has become Donald Trump leased an empty restaurant area next door to Of the Lake because he had a dream, which seems to be his primary motivation for most things these days. Of course, it's him, so instead of just leaving it alone, he built some tables and refaced the cabinets, in some vague idea that someone was going to need it some day. So now Lexi has a bakery right next to Nathan and will be opening as soon as she figures out how to turn on the ovens. Soon everyone in Britannia will have a source for their chocolate fix needs, which, I know, is what you all were concerned about.

Right now, though, they're chillin in the diner, should anyone want to greet them. :D))

((Anyone who'd like to hang out with Isaiah is welcome to wander by!))

( A thousand times I've seen you standing/gravity like a lunar landing/make me want to run till I find you/Shut the world away from here/drift to you, you're all I hear/everything we know fades to black/Half the time the world is ending/truth is I am done pretending/I never thought that I/had any more to give/Pushing me so far/here I am without you/Drink to all that we have lost/mistakes that we have made/Everything will change/Love remains the same )

( Text for Jasper )

((Warning: Bad words and possible NSFW things ahead. Proceed with caution.))

((EDIT: Now NSFW. It's Tristen and Isolde. What can I say?))

( Still life and memories waltz out the door/Is there relief in wanting what was yours/No friend or doctor knows what to say/Blind to forever standing in the way/You could be mistaken, lost in how it ends/cause only in the movies things make sense/Let every stupid story take away your doubts/cause only in the movies things work out )

There was only one logical conclusion of what to do after a successful concert with seven thousand attendance: find the nearest bar, and get drunk. Coming off a three month tour, with tonight being the last concert, Jasper felt that there was only one thing left to do.

The bar that he found was relatively empty, and the rest of his band had wandered off elsewhere. Jasper, due to the fact that he'd been drinking around singing and playing, didn't seem to notice that his guitar was still slung over his back. Why should he notice that when there was alcohol to be had? Besides, he liked sticking close to this guitar, it was his favorite.

Unfortunately for the other patrons of the bar, Jasper was not a quiet person. So far he'd restrained himself from climbing up onto the bar counter and giving everybody an impromptu show, but it was a close thing. He'd managed to remain near the bar tender instead, keeping up a steady stream of drinks, happily hanging off whoever was closest.

"Free drinks for whoever wants them," he announced cheerfully to the bar at large, throwing out his arms as if it were a grand statement. Which it was, thank you very much, Jasper felt. The whisky in his left hand barely avoided being spilled. Luck was on his side tonight!