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Your mind is a car, a car in the vastness of the universe, slowly going down the road which connects thought upon thought and you glance at your hands as they grasp the steering wheel, wondering if you are fit to master the curves of creativity, to weather the rocky roads of prose, to order a cool glass of beer at the roadhouse of inspiration no wait a second you can't order a beer you're driving you're test driving your mind car drunk what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS IS THE MIND POLICE SLOW DOWN AND PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE UNDER ARREST I SAID SLOW DOWN THIS IS--

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Johann the Bard | The Adventure Zone

[moonbard]

This Hole Wasn't Made For Me | D&D Character Shift

[Johann wakes up on a cold, rocky cave floor, and groans. These kind of sub-par lodgings is why he took the gig on the freakin' moon. He pushes himself to his feet and swipes a silver lock of hair behind his extra-long ears. Wait, what?]

What...the shit...is even going on?

[A witch's spell maybe? A potion gone bad? He feels hella weird, and it's starting to freak him out. He reaches for his instrument. It's hard to recall if he strapped his lute or his violin to his back this morning, but he always has one of them with him.

...His dark hands come back to him with a ranger's bow.]

Nope.

[Johann, shaking his now-Drow head in disbelief, sets about stringing all the extra bowstrings he can find on his person to the bow, trying to fashion it into a make-shift harp. It's...not going well. This is not the morning Johann wants to be having.]

This Is Not What We Need Right Now | Ski Resort

[The wind howls outside and visibility is lost to the swirling sea of white. Well, that's fine, who wants to go outside, anyways?

Johann sits in a corner of the lodge, plucking at the strings on his lute almost absently, pausing every once in a while to jot down a note on a piece of parchment in front of him.]

Shit. That's the problem with a magnus opus that nobody tells you about. How do you follow it up?

[He sighs. In spite of the music he occasionally plays, his corner of the resort is kinda depressing.]

mom holy fuck, uhh ski resort!

[voidfished]

[Lucretia, too, certainly feels no need to go outside in this calamity. Even if she's never been the rushing in type, all going out in this would accomplish is getting her killed. Even if there are people to help, or the possibility that someone's out there, without a plan she's not going to throw herself into the gulch.

She approaches with two cups of cocoa, offering one to him as she sits nearby.]

The act of creation is always more complicated than it seems, I'm afraid. But you've always been good at playing from the heart.

[moonbard]

[It might be weird, having his boss...former boss?...come hang out with him, but after all the bonding the BOB did during the Trial of Teamwork, it's not so awkward. She's someone he can really talk to.]

I've always been pretty awesome at writing music, but, like, what if I'm all tapped out now?

[The March of the Forgotten was a dope-ass song, and he didn't know if anything else he churned out was going to measure up. Sure, he could keep playing his older works, but like Lucretia said, for him, it had always been about creating, not just playing.

God, he's being such a bummer. Johann rests his lute on his lap so he can take the proffered mug from the Director.]

You know, I'm super allergic to hot cocoa...ha ha, just kidding.

[It's the half-elf's terrible attempt to lighten the mood.]

[voidfished]

[It is a little hard to say where she stands with a lot of her employees. The Bureau was a serious organization, but she always strove to be approachable, and her self-isolation only went so far when it came to her employees.

She can't help but smile at his attempt at a joke, easily attuned to his humor as she hands the mug over, moving her hands to clasp hers once he's done.]

Oh, it's not my typical drink of choice, either. I tend more towards fruit juice. Old fruit juice.

[Wine. So much wine. God, so much wine.]

If you're lacking in inspiration, maybe finding a location you like after... well, all this has blown over would do some good.

[moonbard]

I dunno how well your old grapes would pair with the hot chocolate. Maybe we could find a little rum to mix in it.

[Like is just better with a little booze splashed in.

But he sighs at the thought of seeking out a new place to inspire him. It's not bad advice, but Johann's inclined to be glum about basically everything.]

Traveling is kinda dangerous, and you gotta worry about unclean lodgings and the STDs, if you can even get a gig in this economy...

[He's talking his way around the other concern he has, but the thought's too pervasive and he's too frank of a half-elf to keep it to himself for long.]

And, like, back on Faerûn, I was the best violinist ever. But here, I dunno. What if I'm just another guy with a fiddle?

[voidfished]

Mm, I think if I was going to spike this, a liqueur would be a better choice.

[She doesn't quite laugh, but even having Johann's pessimism around seems to brighten her. It had been lonely here, with so much of her past chasing her down. Johann was... a more simple concern. The encouragement of a coworker or boss vs world changing decisions.]

Perhaps it's something to shoot for. A reason to keep learning. And even then... you do this because you love it. No one can take that from you.

[It was a little bit of a shame that Johann's pieces were kept under wraps to the Voidfish. She knew of it's broadcasting abilities, but it was too risky while the Bureau was in operation. Perhaps when it was over. But she hadn't gotten there yet. For now, it was still uncertain.]

[moonbard]

[Johann sighs. Is she's not careful, Lucretia's gonna end up being the Guidance Counselor instead of Madame Director. Still, she's got a point.]

I mean, I guess it's good motivation to keep improving. Hey, is there, like, anyone around here to give me a run for my money? [He loves music for it's own sake, but he's not saying having a music buddy or a rival wouldn't spur him on. He needs those deets, Boss.]

sorry for the delay, I was out of town for a week!

[voidfished]

[She's pretty good at doing that encouragement thing. Or at least, good at encouraging other people, sort of. Not too much to herself. But Lucretia chuckles a bit at that, taking a sip from her drink.]

I think I could imagine one elf who would love to play against you. Very talented violinist, though it's been a while since she's gotten to play. Perhaps you two could share some tips.

[Plus, she'd just love to see Lup smile in the way she does when she performs. If Lucretia can give that to her, she thinks she'll have done well.]

I'd be happy to arrange a meeting.

D&D shenanigans

[shslliar]

[Lo and behold, a small tabaxi rogue happens upon the drow and his fail harp. The tabaxi seems curious, so he skips over to the drow's side for a closer look.]

Hey, hey. Whatcha doin'?

[moonbard]

[With the feline/rogue combination, Johann doesn't hear the tabaxi approach until he speaks. He jerks up with a start, nearly snapping one of the strings.]

Shit! Where'd you come from?

[He cradles the harp-bow protectively. It's all he's got for the moment.]

Hey, you haven't seen any instruments lying around, have you? I should have a harp, or a lute, or a violin. Basically, anything musical with strings, I can play- I'm pretty versatile. But this isn't the kinda bow I know how to use.

[shslliar]

Nee hee hee~!

[He is a beautiful snow leopard thief and he is thoroughly enjoying this level of stealth. If only he could keep this form forever...]

[Well, he knows that one kid holds D,D&MD sessions, but it's not the same.]

Yannow, as much as I'd love to help ya out, all my stuff got swiped while I was knocked out. All I have on me is this.

[He slips one strap of his cheeseburger backpack off his shoulder to show off his theives' toolkit.]

And then they turned me into a cat! [He might as well let that one out of the bag. A bunch of people got turned into fantasy characters for this event.]

[moonbard]

Um, not for nothin', but only having a kit for thieves is kinda suspicious when I just woke up missing all my shit.

[Not that Johann's gonna do anything about it. Just putting it out there.]

But I guess if you're not usually feline, and I'm not usually Drow, there's gotta be something else going on. You didn't piss off any powerful magicians or gods or anything recently, did ya?

[shslliar]

If it makes you feel better, this doesn't look like the kit I usually use. At all. It doesn't even have my guild's symbol on it.

[Way to start trickling in the lies, boy.]

Well... I dunno about you, but I was trying to get my hands on this powerful cat's eye gemstone that's said to be able to transport you to distant lands. Buuuut.... Either I took a wrong turn in that slimy cave and touched the wrong gem or I found the right one and it was cursed, because it kind of knocked me out with some bright magical energy. Next thing I know, I wake up here holding that bag and looking like this.

[None of this is actually true, but it does make for a fun backstory.]

What was the last thing you remember doing before you got here?

[moonbard]

[Oh great, a guild guy. Johann sighs. Body-switching is bad enough, they don't need to bring unions into this. Especially amateur ones that don't educate their members on the dangers of touching strange loot.]

You can't just go around touching cursed gems, that's, like, the basics. This is probably the least terrible thing that could've come of that

[He tries to remember what he was doing before this. It's all kinda...fuzzy. It's hard to pin down the last memory he had.]

Uh, I think I was finishing up writing a song...or was somebody trying to hug me...? Nah, who'd do that. I was putting the final touches on a song I was composing, and now I'm here with this shitty ranger gear. What am I supposed to do with a bow?

[It's rhetorical grumbling.]

Sounds like you're a lot better suited with what you ended up than I am. [Which is totally not fair if the cat-boy started all this with his unsafe gem collection practices, sheesh.]