First Entrance

[golden_lyre]

There's only a faintly surprised look on the face of the young(-looking) man who walks into the bar with a guitar (lovingly crafted, faintly golden) strapped to his back. It wasn't where he intended to go, but it isn't the first time he's ended up somewhere other than where he intended to be.

He does, however, glance around with a look somewhere between wonder and amazement on his face.



tiny!tag: Orpheus


[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter has been having a long winter and was just settling by the fire with a glass of wine when she sees him,

"Orpheus?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' face lights up when he sees her, making it look even younger than it usually appears.

"My lady," he greets her, making his way to the fire with a smile.

[wheatencrown]

"Sit down and tell me where you are and where you've been,"

She's always enjoyed him since he lives so much.

[golden_lyre]

He unslings his guitar from his shoulder and sets it so that it leans against a chair before taking a seat.

"All over the wide world. Florence most recently. That's where I was when I ended up here, at least."

[wheatencrown]

"That's such a beautiful city,"

She leans over to kiss his cheek and hug him.

[golden_lyre]

The kiss brings a faint blush to his cheeks, but he returns the hug gladly.

"It is," he agrees when he pulls back. "But not so...interesting as this place."

[wheatencrown]

"Milliways is itself. What do you want to know about it?"

[golden_lyre]

"Everything, of course," Orpheus answers with a laugh. "Why I've never heard of it for a start. There must be a host of songs waiting to be written about it."

[wheatencrown]

"I think most of the people who come here like to keep it a secret. Saying you come to a Bar at the End of the Universe is strange even for those who know my family. Its a charming place full of the range of people, you'll like them."

[gorgonfondness]

Oh, a musician. They are always welcome for company.

There's a little boy sitting on the floor, plucking at the strings of a setar. He's clearly too young to play; he just enjoys the sounds of the strings by themselves.

Sitting by him is a woman who is most certainly his mother. She has some papers out on the floor in front of her, written assignments to hand back to students tomorrow.

The boy spots Orpheus first, giggles like he's letting him in on some great secret, and plucks one of the strings particularly hard.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus was not much older when he first plucked a lyre. He turns at the sound of the giggle, smirking a bit to himself. When the boy plucks a string, Orpheus slides his guitar around to the front, crouching to be more at the boy's level and plucking a string on the guitar just as hard.

[gorgonfondness]

This boy isn't even a year old yet. When he can count, he will surely think to himself, 'No fair! His has six strings and mine only has three!'

But this just delights the boy even more and he giggles louder, his hands going to hide his face except for the baby blue eyes peeking through his little fingers.

The sound of the guitar is unfamiliar to his mother and she looks up, smiling at what she sees.

"Playing a duet, sweetie?" she asks the baby.

[golden_lyre]

It's a good thing Orpheus didn't bring a 12-string along today, then.

He looks up with a smile when the woman speaks. "I think he's got his part down already."

[gorgonfondness]

"Good as I was when I was his age," she comments. "Maybe he'll be able to play for my birthday and then I can return the favor for his."

"Mama," the baby coos with joy at his mother.

"How long have you been playing?"

[golden_lyre]

"Starting young is never a bad thing."

He smiles at them both, settling down to tune his guitar.

"I started when I was not much older than he is now." How long is a question of some difficulty. Even Orpheus isn't certain.

[gorgonfondness]

"Though a little more difficult with a lute of this length. I remember sitting in my stepfather's lap as a little girl and plucking the strings while he would hold down the strings."

The setar has a neck that is better compared with a baby giraffe than most other string instruments. It's easy to see how it could be a two-person job.

"I didn't start actually playing until much later, though. I'm still rather green at it. But he likes the music and playing with the strings."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, the one I started on was a much more manageable size," he says.

He holds out a hand toward the setar. "Might I?"

[the_cupbearer]

There might be a halfway familiar face in one of the chairs, a wine glass and bottle on the table beside him as he looks down with faint bemusement at the small handprints that decorate the lowest quarter of his shirt.

Clearly, someone has had a child and paint in their immediate vicinity today.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus didn't spend nearly enough time on Olympus for that face to truly be familiar, but he smiles regardless, a bit amused at the handprints himself. Such a mundane sight in such a strange place.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede smiles back once he notices, and on taking in the look of surprise and amusement, decides to ask.

"Your first time here?"

[golden_lyre]

"It is, as it happens," Orpheus says with a smile, moving toward the other man, unslinging his guitar from his shoulder.

[the_cupbearer]

"You'll find this place has the capability to be very strange," says Ganymede, motioning for the man to sit in a chair beside if he'd like. "Milliways is like that. Have you had the rules explained to you yet?"

[golden_lyre]

He leans his guitar carefully against the chair before taking a seat. "Oh, good. It's been ages since I've had anything strange happen," he says with a smile.

"I haven't had anyone explain anything to me. I've only just arrived."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede smiles softly. "It's fairly simple. No nudity or sex in the bar, no outside business, and no violence. Other than that, you're free to do almost anything here. The bar is sentient, and will provide you nearly anything you ask for. Can you see the door you came in?"

[golden_lyre]

He glances back toward the door with a bemused smile. "Yep. Does it have a habit of disappearing?"