1st Song: Not in Kansas! [VOICE] + [ACTION] for those at Isla Empieza

[thepurpleway]

[As he looks around the Town Square in confusion, Gakupo can't help but think...]

I don't remember there being a music video for this time period in the schedule. [He crosses his arms, trying to go through his schedule saved in his memory bank.] We did this ages ago, anyway!

[The only video he really disliked doing...]

And where are the costumes? [He looks down at his own clothing, knowing that he stuck out.] I hope I don't have to buy one with my own money.

And where did this journal come from? [He currently has it open, unaware of it recording all his words, leafing through the pages and finding it already filled with so much.] It's such a primitive way of keeping notes. Doesn't anyone have a smartphone or tablet? [He continues turning the page before he suddenly stops at this handy entry.]


....oh...oh dear...

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[behisstrength]

Excellent.

[Motochika drawls, pleased. A lively glint enters his gaze at the interest displayed in his shamisen -- he considers his music the expression of his soul. He speaks with pride.]

Thank you. This came with me from home. [It's both his instrument and weapon, a truly special shamisen.] Do you play an instrument?

[thepurpleway]

I play a shamisen as well, along with a guitar and other stringed instruments. [His smile is a bit solemn.] I do wish I had mine here.

[behisstrength]

Impressive.

[Motochika lifts one hand to his mouth and hums thoughtfully. That is a regret he completely understands; he won't be parted from his own music, and nor should anyone else be.]

They can be bought here from the Backwater Brig.

[He momentarily slides his eyes shut. Well, Gakupo is crew now, and no one could accuse Motochika of not taking care of his crew.]

Music resounding throughout my ship... that is a prospect I eagerly anticipate. Choose one, and I will cover its cost. Consider the price a performance.

[thepurpleway]

Backwater Brig? [It definitely sounds like a piratey type of place in his opinion.] Is that some sort of music shop?

[He wonders what Motochika could be thinking when he's quiet for a short moment. What he hears next is very surprising.]

E-Eh?! [Is he...offering to buy him a new shamisen?!] Ah...are...you sure?

[behisstrength]

[Motochika smirks.]

I am certain.

[He says with conviction, before answering Gakupo's question.]

The Backwater Brig sells items from our homelands. Not everything is available, but much is.

[thepurpleway]

[Gakupo bows again, but much more deeply this time.]

Thank you so very much! I will be sure to repay your gratitude! [A new shamisen! How can this man be so nice?

He stands up again, listening to the explanation of the shop. So, it could possibly...]

Do you think it would have my shamisen there?

[behisstrength]

Perhaps.

[In truth, Motochika doesn't know -- he's never made that specific a request of her. Not that he sees anything wrong in giving it a go. He drops his hand back down to rest on the head of his shamisen.]

It certainly won't hurt to ask the proprietress, Miss Margie. We shall see what her answer is.

[thepurpleway]

Fantastic! [This world is certainly having it's silver lining right now!] Even if she doesn't have one, certainly there could be other instruments there, yes?



(ooc: should I make a separate comment in the Backwater Brig post to ask for one? You don't have to jump in for that one.)

[behisstrength]

Indeed. Come.

[Hoisting his shamisen back onto his shoulder, Motochika begins to lead the way there.]

Afterward I will show you the Koumyou. Some of the crew may yet linger on the ship for you to meet.


(OOC; Go ahead! It'll go quicker alone, which is easier for us.)

[thepurpleway]

[Gakupo follows along compliantly.]

I've never been on a ship before. [Now he wonders if androids even get sea sick...] How many people are in the crew?

[behisstrength]

Six. Myself, our first mate Akechi Mitsuhide, Matsuoka Rin, Nitori Aiichiro, Ichinose Hajime and Clementine. You will make us seven.

[Motochika turns down a back alley and stops; his eyes seek out the faint will-o-wisps that lead to the shop. After a moment he points the first one out.]

Do you see them, Gakupo?

[thepurpleway]

Seven is a lucky number, so I hope I can bring some to the crew.

[To Gakupo, most of those names sound pretty Japanese, minus the last one.]

Are most of you from Japan?

[He tries to catch what Motochika could be talking about before his eyes fall upon the will-o-wisp.]

I do. What are they? They can't be fireflies. Not in this weather, or that color.

[behisstrength]

They are our guides to the Backwater Brig. Remember them, and you won't fail to find it in the future.

[Motochika explains, before he resumes walking, following the faint trail of will-o-wisps.]

Most of us are, by chance. But our eras are different. Mitsuhide and I come from a year that our crew members consider to be hundreds of years in their past.

[thepurpleway]

[He walks with him, and faintly smiles as more come into view.]

They're quite beautiful. Can they be seen even in the daylight?

[Gakupo looks over Mitsuhide's clothing, and hair.] Actually, I wouldn't have guessed that. [With hair like that, how could he have come from hundreds of years ago?]

[behisstrength]

Only just.

[Motochika answers before he laughs.]

I defy convention as I please. [Does he sound proud of that? Why yes. He cuts his own hair; it's another one of his talents.] Once you meet Mitsuhide, you will believe it. He holds tradition dearly.