Cushy Tushy Sock Song Album!
NOTE: This is a time when I was rp-ing by myself. Knot chatter is included cuz it's funny! He's in the Living Caverns.
L'nan makes his way in, brushing dust off his behind as well as he can. After satisfying himself, he takes a seat - but not before putting down a cushion-like thing and placing it _just_ so. Then, and only then, does he sit, and a blissful expression crosses his face as he exhales. "Aaaaaah."
L'nan settles on his cushion, considering some of the other patrons in the living cavern with a small smile on his lips. He starts to hum, pulling out a few hides and reading through them, and he even sings. He's not very tuneful, nor is he creative. He just repeats the same two words: "Tuuuuushy. Cuuuuushy. Tushy-tushy cushy-cushy..." and so on.
L'nan continues his song, actually adding a few words here and there as he marks a few things on this hide, folds that one to put it away, and reads another. Absently, he whistles a bar and then murmurs tunefully, "My tushy feels so wushy, I need a little cushy..." Whistles again. "Rain made a cushy, to make my tushy, feel un.. un.. unwushy," he finally settles.
Suddenly he changes to a different tune, and L'nan is off on another rhyming scheme. "Oh, does your tushy hang low, does it need a cushy, y'know?" A few nearby riders and weyrfolk start to laugh and clap in time as he continues louder, "I'm really pushin for an un lumpy cushion, and when a Lady Rain comes a sayin' 'tut, tut, tut' and tell'r I need a cushion for my 'butt, butt, butt'..."
Fort Weyr> Ember is laughing so hard she's crying
"Butt! Butt!" Soon L'nan's corner of the living caverns is stomping, clapping, and singing along whenever L'nan sings his chorus. A new verse creates itself: "There I was, a'sittin' on my chaaaaaair! What hurt?" And of course his following calls, "Butt! Butt!" He grins and continues, "Lady Rain comes in and she staaarts toooo staaaare! At what?" "Your butt! Your butt!"
L'nan gets into it, clambering to his feet and holding up his cushion while singing, "And so the lovely laaaady, lovely lady Raaaain! She tore her sister's dreeees, and made somethin' to absorb the paaaaain!" Ok, so some folks are wincing, but lots are still chanting, "Your butt! Your butt!" as L'nan sings. He continues, "It's blue, and it's pretty, and it's soft as lady's heeeaaarts! So when I sit and have to sit for loooong, it protects my delicate parts! What does it protect?" There's a roar as people - mostly riders - shout, "Your butt! Your butt!"
Fort Weyr> L'nan grins. I'm a baaaad poet. ;)
Fort Weyr> Ember says, "You would have women swooning. If any were logged in :)"
Fort Weyr> Ember says, "I'll never get this egg done if you keep distracting me! :)"
Then comes the time for drama, and L'nan puts the cushion on a chair, drops to one knee and serenades the thing. "Ooooh, my darlin' cushion! My pretty, darlin' cushion! How could you have been gone from my tushy, so looooong!" Some of the riders start to dissolve into howls of laughter, as the bluerider continues, unabashed. "You're all I ever waaanted! Something soft and round to make sure my tushy's protected, oh, darlin' cushion, couldja be any more beeee-yooo-teee-ful?!" Then a hand goes to his heart as the other is flung out. "My heart will keep sayin' a-thump! If you'll just protect my rump! Oooh, tushy, perhaps there's no need to get plump! Dear cushy, you're nothing like a lump! Come to me, my dear!" And he grabs up the cushion to parade it around the caverns. "Let's hear it! Tushy! Cushy! Tushy! Cushy!"
Fort Weyr> L'nan beams. Aren't I awful?
Fort Weyr> Jenylle says, "I fear you."
L'nan gets everyone shouting, "Tushy! Cushy!" And then he's up on a table, holding up a hand for silence as he says poetically, "Oh, dear Cushy, shall I compare thee to a blue dragon? Yes, blue soft cushion, you keep my heart from draggin'! How, you might ask? I'll tell you! In my heart I know I'll..." He pauses, lost, then grins. "I'll never sell you! Becuase you're such a needed thing, made of soft and lovely mush! That I'll always be protectin', protectin' what?" And his crowd shouts, "Your tush! your tush!"
Fort Weyr> Rain unidles and HOWLS!
Fort Weyr> Ember says, "I can never been in the same room as L'nan again, can I?"
Fort Weyr> L'nan grins. Rain, I owe ya for this cushion, I do!
Fort Weyr> L'nan says, "Sure you can, Em... but only if you sing about my cushion with me. :)"
Fort Weyr> Rain wows. I had NO idea!
Fort Weyr> Ember LOL! It's blackmail!
It seems that his singing days are over as applause makes L'nan's face go red. He reseats himself, even though a few folks nearby are still chanting, "Tushy! Cushy! Your butt! your butt!" He waves them off and soon all is normal. Normal, did you say? Never. For L'nan's whistling again, and humming. This time, there's something about, "My socks useta be bluuuue. Now they're full of goooooo..."
Fort Weyr> Ember says, "L'nan's mind works in the scariest way."
Fort Weyr> L'nan says, "I do go off on rants sometimes, don't I... *g*"
Fort Weyr> Ember says, "Bringing light and joy to the little people :)"
Fort Weyr> Daschin pounces!
L'nan does it absently, he really does. He's going through his hidenotes again but just can't stop humming and whistling and tune-making. "Didja ever think, when the dragons flew by, that your socks mightbein need of a dye?" Attention is gotten again, though he's still, for the moment, oblivious. "They grow their mold, and get soft in the sole, and now the weyrfolk want them to fryyyy...."
Fort Weyr> L'nan tackles a Daschin!
Fort Weyr> Ember says, "I hope yer logging, or Lairyn will be mightily upset :)"
"They drip and they smell, but I'll never tell, how they ever got to glow so well!" L'nan sings, leaning back and closing his eyes as he thinks up more rhymes. "I wear'm t'day, I wear'm t'morrow, I'll wear'm to Fall and I'll wear'm real far-oh! They attract the critters and they scare the.. uh, critters, and create pools of goo right there in there in the sh-" An auntie cackles loudly, so loudly as to drown out L'nan's unfortunate choice of words.
Long distance to L'nan: Rain is still mostly idle. bedtime foo here. but yer a hoooot!
Fort Weyr> L'nan is, yep. ;)
From afar, L'nan snugs. I live to entertain, m'dear! ;)
Fort Weyr> Daschin peers at the LC. Icky yucky gross!
Fort Weyr> Ember HOWLS, "oh that line was the best!"
Fort Weyr> L'nan grins. You've missed a lot, Daschy-poo. ;)
Fort Weyr> Daschin thinks she has...been having too much wine, or just trying to clear the cavern? :)
L'nan gets distracted by the cackle, but is not to be deterred, oh no. "Ooooh, say, can you see? By the glow of my sooocks? What so proudly, I wear them, as the Turns pass and they get so soft. An' the stench goes airborne! Then it's fair soarin', and the weyrfolk, they adore my fuzzy socks. Oooh say do thoooose so-o-ocks grow, they're the slimiest graaaaay. In the laaaand, of the sooocks, and the home, of the... smelly-stinky-socks!" He takes a bow.
Fort Weyr> Redus applauds L'nan.
Fort Weyr> Daschin giggles.
Fort Weyr> L'nan grins.
Fort Weyr> Ember tosses coins!
L'nan gives any people watching from close or afar -o ye +watchers- a mark if they can name his tunes. L'nan starts on another. "Day by day, my-y socks get soooo gray, and I'll be the first to say! I'm glad to see them grooow, but day by day, I find that I'm missing clean socks, and I've just got to knooow, do your old socks, sti-i-ill shine, on you?! I want to have mine close to me, feel just how they used to be but, baby! If they feel how I do, then they'll get biiiigger, do your old, socks, sti-i-i-ill shine on you?!"
Fort Weyr> L'nan smirks. Any guesses?
Fort Weyr> Daschin can name the second to last one! :)
Fort Weyr> L'nan laughs. Whew, then I'm not completely bad at this. ;)
Fort Weyr> Ember says, "Gee, I thought i knew the last one but I can't think of the real lyrics in my head, now!"
L'nan clears his throat and accepts a glass of wine from an appreciative fan - or is that someone trying to shut him up? But he's quiet only a few moments, and he's off again on yet another tune. If there were '80s on Pern, it'd sound like something from them. "Runaway socks, never comin' back, wrong way on a one-way runnin' track. Seems like they should be gettin' somewhere, somehow they're wanted neither heeeere nor theeeere!"
Fort Weyr> Ember says, "L'nan! That's a 90s song! 1994! :)"
Fort Weyr> L'nan chuckles. It's country, sad as it sounds. Toby Keith, I believe, and "Does that blue moon ever shine on you"
Fort Weyr> L'nan says, "Really?!"
From the Pernese '90s, rather.
Fort Weyr> Ember nodsnods, "It was out when I was pregnant :) :)
Fort Weyr> L'nan ooohs. Durnitall.. fixed it, there. ;)
Another glass of wine is offered, then an entire 'skin. Sadly, this distracts L'nan enough to stop his yowling - err, singing, as he settles down to drink the freely given wine.
Fort Weyr> Ember aws, "It's over? :(
Fort Weyr> L'nan adds, rereading the knot-chatter, that I'm logging, ayup. ;)
Fort Weyr> L'nan is getting less and less creative as time goes on...
Fort Weyr> Ember says, "It's still more creative than I ever am :)"
Fort Weyr> Ember proves this by still not finishing her descs ;)
Fort Weyr> Lairyn waves :)
Fort Weyr> L'nan laughs. Sometimes I just get.. inspired, what can I say. ;) You should've seen me when I used to rp with myself in the LC. I'd have up to 12 +watchers paging me with comments. ;)
Fort Weyr> L'nan DOHS! You missed it ALL Lairyn!
Fort Weyr> Daschin snugsa Lairyn!
Fort Weyr> Lairyn eyes L'nan. Should I be afraid?
Fort Weyr> L'nan nodnods. I sang over 8 verses about my tushy cushy and my socks.
Fort Weyr> Ember advises being highly afraid :)
Fort Weyr> Lairyn laughs! Oh, dear...
Fort Weyr> Daschin bops off again, bye!
L'nan can't help it, he has one other rhyme he's working on. It's back to his backside, as he mumbles to himself,
"Has ever there been a cushy,
That feels so soft and wushy?
If my rear knew,
What it took t'be blue,
It'd hug this cushy for my tushy!" Then, for real, he's done.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!
