( SEMI-OPEN ) march catch-all

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: Mareuer // March
Where: Aefenglom; The Wilde
What: March things! Maybe TDM event prompts.
Warnings: n/a



CREDIT | spoilers

[ starters in comments. plot with me at discontinued! ]

OPEN: cats + orphans

CLOSED: yennefer | cloud | mogget

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[gynvael]

[ Geralt makes no attempt to slow down, though he doesn't speed up, either. He reaches back up tug on the cord holding back his hair, tying it again after the pixies pulled half of it loose.

The chattiness is familiar. Unfortunately. ]

Pixies. [ They're not fairies. They're pixies. There's a difference, one that Geralt can't help pointing out.

He turns into the nearest tavern to escape both the heat and the creatures fluttering around the city still. ]

They might be little shits, but at least they don't talk as much. [ As you, is implied. ]

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Was that remark directed at him? Funny, Crowley didn't notice! ]

Right, pixies.

[ If he sounds disinterested in the correction, it's because he is. This tavern is interesting though! He follows Geralt in, scanning it curiously, then is abruptly reminded of something. The way Crowley's mind works is a little haphazard, when you have as many memories as he has the fetching and processing times tend to increase. ]

Do you know, I was talking to someone the other day and I think what this place needs is a jazz bar.

[ Don't you agree, Geralt? A jazz bar? Please agree, he needs people to agree so he can prove to Aziraphale people will come. ]

[gynvael]

[ Geralt has learned to deal with someone whose mouth goes a mile a minute, which is to say he ignores them for the most part. He orders a pitcher for the table. If he's going to sit with this man, he needs more than one drink.

A what bar? A jazz bar? What is jazz? There's a second as he pauses, but he doesn't ask. He's got zero interest in provoking a long lecture about whatever it might be, lest he fall the fuck asleep. ]

Mm-hmm. [ A jazz bar. Absolutely. His tone is as dry as his glass, which would usually mean something if that isn't how he's just been sounding this entire time. ] I love jazz.

[sparkofgoodness]

Brilliant!

[ A dry tone never discouraged Crowley from anything. ]

See, we had considered the idea of something more general music-wise but I like jazz. I think a jazz bar would be cool!

[ 'We'.

Aziraphale had wanted something more general. Crowley had been all-in on the jazz idea.

Still, he does at least move to put payment down for the pitcher. He said he'd pay, didn't he? So he's paying!

With the money Geralt gave him.

For the pie he stole.

Small, unimportant details. ]

[gynvael]

[ Geralt's expression suggests he has either no investment in or no clue what his companion is saying, but truthfully, he doubts it'll deter him.

He can't say he minds. Much. He'll take someone more interested in talking about themselves over someone nosing into his life with too many questions.

Besides, amidst the rambling, he does learn one new thing: jazz is a type of music. ]

Do you play it?

[sparkofgoodness]

A little, but I'm more of a facilitator myself. You know, inspiring talent.

[ Inspiring a little sin a long the way, if the mood is right. ]

Thought it might be fun to set up a little place, give back to the local economy.

[ Make money. Specifically, make money and build something he will personally find entertaining. ]

[gynvael]

[ There's a point where Geralt rolls his eyes because he has no room to partake in discussions of business and money. His economics revolve solely around how much the baker in the town square is going to demand for a loaf of bread this time.

Not a musician, then. He would've believed him if the man had said he were. He has the dramatic disposition for it. ]

I'm sure the local citizens will be ever grateful.

[sparkofgoodness]

A little culture goes a long way.

[ There is, in fact, culture here. It just isn't jazz culture specifically. ]

It's all about providing the right space, the atmosphere. Jazz is all about expressing yourself, improvisation, feeling something.

[ Here Crowley is, underlining the 'dramatic disposition' assumption. ]

You play at all yourself?

[ Can he recruit you, stranger, to this future jazz bar business? ]

[gynvael]

[ It's not the first time someone has tried to sell him on a concept. It is, however, the first time someone has tried to sell him on such a mundane concept. Usually, they're making a case to get him to kill something or another.

He's not sure which is preferable. Undecided, still. ]

No. [ There's a bemused lift to his brows. He scratches an ear. Hm. Jaskier has thrown plenty of things in his lap, unasked for. Maybe it's time he returns the favor. ] But I know someone who does.

[sparkofgoodness]

Yeah?

[ Crowley is now Interested. Who is this person who plays instruments? More specifically, are they interested in jazz? ]

Someone here?

[ Are they someone he can... recruit? ]

[gynvael]

Mm-hmm. A bard.

[ Can you play jazz on a lute? Geralt has zero idea and also doesn't care enough to contemplate for long. Jaskier has accumulated a number of instruments since, anyway, some he's never seen before. A piano, for one. ]

You'll find him performing at the taverns here and there.