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May. 25th, 2020 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
traceofeffortSo I know everyone's excited about the whole beach trip thing, finals being over, not being dead after a visit from You-Know-Who, but I get to be a special snowflake again. Bitterblue, I know I said I'd bring over the next thing I found, but... I don't think this will fit in a Ziploc bag?
[Lisa reaches out of frame with both arms and picks up... a guitar? No, too few strings. It's a bass, bright red, with a rose design on the neck. She's a little careful with it, in a way she hasn't been with her acoustic guitar before.]
This, more than anything else, I can't have gotten anywhere else. There isn't Roselia merch in this world because Roselia doesn't exist. I am Roselia, as far as our world goes. And this is my instrument. Which still freaks me out a little bit. I... I don't know how to play this. I don't have any connection to it. Even with what little I know, this bass was her everything. But it's just a hunk of wood to me.
[Her gaze sharpens, and her entire expression shifts into something more forward.] I wanna learn, though. It was important to her, and it just feels right to me. I know it's kinda weird, but I'm certain that all of this is happening for a reason. The memories, the Bureau, this. [She motions with the bass as she says that, before slipping the strap over her shoulder, letting her fingers rest on the strings; she reaches out of frame again and comes back with a pick, strumming once and letting the low sound wash over the room, her eyes closed as she seems to feel it running through her.]
That's gonna be a problem for next week's Lisa, though. This week, I've got another song I wanna work on from other-me, and I need to get ready for Elliott's beach trip because I've somehow lived next to the ocean for two years and don't own a swimsuit? That feels like a really dumb mistake on my part and it's one I'm going to go fix... in a day or two, I think. I'm gonna take my guitar with me to the beach, too - nothing says tryhard like a seaside concert, right? This is probably as big a sign as I'm gonna get, so I'm going to put on a little show while we're there if it's not too busy. One night only, but I'm gonna see if I can record it, at least. So... look forward to that, I guess?
[She shakes her head, letting out a breath and slapping her cheeks before smiling wide at the camera.] No, that's not right. Mm! Roselia will be playing a special beach live show this weekend! Look forward to it!
[action, Tuesday-Thursday evening]
[As promised, Lisa is going full mall rat this week, looking for a swimsuit... and assorted other warm-ish weather travel clothes... and now guitar and bass strings. The latter were easy enough to find, but clothing is taking a bit longer for some reason, and Lisa finds herself spending more time than she'd expected looking through racks for just the right thing. She doesn't understand why, but she feels like she'll regret looking anything less than her best, and so she's stressing more than usual over the swimwear department. Hmm, a two-piece, probably, but light colors? Something frilly? Does she have anything else she can even wear over this stuff? Ugh, this trip's going to get expensive. And long.
She can be found outside the coffee shop in the food court at least once per night, taking a break from her own head, small shopping bags on the table next to her but nothing significant. Here she's collapsed into a chair, free arm lolling to one side and head bent at an angle behind the back of the chair. This, incidentally, means she has a good chance to spot anyone walking up behind her.]
[Lisa reaches out of frame with both arms and picks up... a guitar? No, too few strings. It's a bass, bright red, with a rose design on the neck. She's a little careful with it, in a way she hasn't been with her acoustic guitar before.]
This, more than anything else, I can't have gotten anywhere else. There isn't Roselia merch in this world because Roselia doesn't exist. I am Roselia, as far as our world goes. And this is my instrument. Which still freaks me out a little bit. I... I don't know how to play this. I don't have any connection to it. Even with what little I know, this bass was her everything. But it's just a hunk of wood to me.
[Her gaze sharpens, and her entire expression shifts into something more forward.] I wanna learn, though. It was important to her, and it just feels right to me. I know it's kinda weird, but I'm certain that all of this is happening for a reason. The memories, the Bureau, this. [She motions with the bass as she says that, before slipping the strap over her shoulder, letting her fingers rest on the strings; she reaches out of frame again and comes back with a pick, strumming once and letting the low sound wash over the room, her eyes closed as she seems to feel it running through her.]
That's gonna be a problem for next week's Lisa, though. This week, I've got another song I wanna work on from other-me, and I need to get ready for Elliott's beach trip because I've somehow lived next to the ocean for two years and don't own a swimsuit? That feels like a really dumb mistake on my part and it's one I'm going to go fix... in a day or two, I think. I'm gonna take my guitar with me to the beach, too - nothing says tryhard like a seaside concert, right? This is probably as big a sign as I'm gonna get, so I'm going to put on a little show while we're there if it's not too busy. One night only, but I'm gonna see if I can record it, at least. So... look forward to that, I guess?
[She shakes her head, letting out a breath and slapping her cheeks before smiling wide at the camera.] No, that's not right. Mm! Roselia will be playing a special beach live show this weekend! Look forward to it!
[action, Tuesday-Thursday evening]
[As promised, Lisa is going full mall rat this week, looking for a swimsuit... and assorted other warm-ish weather travel clothes... and now guitar and bass strings. The latter were easy enough to find, but clothing is taking a bit longer for some reason, and Lisa finds herself spending more time than she'd expected looking through racks for just the right thing. She doesn't understand why, but she feels like she'll regret looking anything less than her best, and so she's stressing more than usual over the swimwear department. Hmm, a two-piece, probably, but light colors? Something frilly? Does she have anything else she can even wear over this stuff? Ugh, this trip's going to get expensive. And long.
She can be found outside the coffee shop in the food court at least once per night, taking a break from her own head, small shopping bags on the table next to her but nothing significant. Here she's collapsed into a chair, free arm lolling to one side and head bent at an angle behind the back of the chair. This, incidentally, means she has a good chance to spot anyone walking up behind her.]
