Welcome to Bollywood, hope you like songs - Accidental Video

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

[There is an Anna gathering firewood from the Orchards, dressed in a particular blue scarf today, because it's today. Singing, very softly, to herself. Not a love song, exactly, but clearly one with great personal and romantic significance...]

"Some people say I'm agressive
Because I know what I want, but
That never mattered too much to me.

Show me a girl without a goal
I'll show you a girl with no control
Cause life is for living.
Go and get it!
But when the going gets rough remember -

Sometime's there gonna be days like this,
Sometime's there gonna be pain like this,
Sometime there gonna be strain like this,
Somedays you gotta work hard for it..."

Comments

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[thesamename.livejournal.com]

Not you too.

Re: video;

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

[Startled, dropping her firewood, then:]

Oh, ta made ba, you could see that? cao ta er bi, Queen.

[How odd that the Garden declined to translate that.]

Yeah. Got me bad. I... recognize it as external influence, but that doesn't help me DO anything about it.

Like the Enemy back home, it amplifies something already there, for one.

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

You could just stop.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

And have this particular boiler explode later when I need it running? No thanks; I'm opening a pressure valve instead. I tried to keep it personal and private, but the Vine is having none of that.

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

That is incredibly dramatic.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

I accept any and all flowers and tomatoes you'll throw at the stage, then.

Seriously. This is how I deal with my problems - I take them behind the shed and shoot them in private. If the Vine wanted to inflict it on you, that's on it.

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

If only I had some rotting fruit on hand.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Meet me in the Orchards and collect some. It can't all be fresh.

I'd love to stay and chat, but I have chores and singing to do, and you've clearly expressed negative interest in that, so good bye for now.

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

[Anna has as much as confirmed that. Oddly enough, her method works - at least on her world. But the Vine connection to you goes out.]

[video]

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

Didn't take you for a singing type.

[Just a casual observation.]

Re: [video]

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

[She was warned, earlier, by Jackie's comments that it was public, so this time she's not startled. But she does sigh, irritated.]

I'm not the kind of girl that knowingly sings in public, anyway. The Vine decided to share my amateur hour.

My mood is almost definitely excaberated by the flowers, though. Today is a traditional day of romance on my world, and the Queen just happened to have them bloom today?

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

Huh. [So, what, that was the Queen's intention with those flowers? Make people feel sappy on Valentine's Day? What a joke.] Anything other symptoms?

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Dwelling too long on my lover from back home? Generally feeling lonely and h- frustrated? That and the singing seems to cover it.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

So it's just a pain in the ass. Got it. [Still, it's a pain in the ass she'd rather not deal with herself, so she'll probably be staying inside today.]

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

I'd recommend avoiding it if at all possible, yes. Just a heads-up.

[dragoninstalled.livejournal.com]

I intend to. [Dwelling on her last lover is something she'd like to avoid, if at all possible. And she's not a singing type, either.]

[sistagonist.livejournal.com]

[Souji's nearby getting her own food - she's good at keeping her mouth shut and has a vague idea of what will happen if she tries to talk, so she just smiles broadly and applauds.]

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

At least it wasn't a Vine transmission.

Hello Souji. What's the matter, kareoke machine got your tongue?

[sistagonist.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs playfully, an indication she doesn't want to risk it.]

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Vine, GTFO, kay please, thanks.

[Amazingly, it... bows...? And complies.]

Now you're in private, unless you count me. Go ahead and ride it out if you have to, Souji. I promise your singing voice cannot be the worst I'll ever hear.

[sistagonist.livejournal.com]

[Well that was pretty considerate. Close to being sweet, with Souji's currently flower-tinged view of life.]

You want to hear me sing that bad, huh?

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Consider me curious more than anything. I inflicted my love songs on you, now you can fire back if you want.

And I have experience with this sort of thing... sometimes riding out the harmless impulses helps, just like with natural emotion.

[sistagonist.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not going to write you a love song
'Cause you need one.
'Cause you--

[Souji clamps hands over her mouth for a few seconds.]

No. Some things are just too horrible.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Understood. I'll leave you to your studiously not singing, then.

And you have my sympathies, Souji. External influence is a BITCH to fight off. You're doing well if it helps.