multiversallogs | 001 : the ground is hard, and the view is much nicer from the sky

Who: Bonnie and you
What: Busking! And possible adventures.
She's just playing in random spots, for now, but she's the curious type so we can have whatever kind of adventures you like! If you'd like empath/odd visions adventures, please hit my plotting/powers post over here
Where: All over. Is there somewhere your character is likely to be? Bonnie does odd things, so she could be busking in the oddest of places. If you can't decide, park or street corner or some random, shady part of town all work just dandy.
When: ALL DAY. All night, too.
Warnings: Bonnie's mind is scary place and she's got a severe drug addiction, so narrative could be dark/violent and allude to that, at the very least. I'm open for these threads going all over the place, I'll edit as necessary.
(If anything happens in a thread that is warning worthy, maybe slap it in the subject so that people have a heads up before I edit here?)

And here's a clip of Zooey Deschanel singing, just because I can.

There are times when have a guitar cradled in her lap and strings singing under her fingertips can make all kinds of dark things slink away. And sitting here, just sitting and playing, it makes things seem like they aren't so bad, because sitting and playing could mean that Rowan is pulling a coin out of an old lady's ear, or a long row of handkerchiefs from a six year old's sleeve. Tasha is eating fire, swallowing it whole and smacking her lips as the flames are absorbed without a trace of pain, and Gabe... Gabe is keeping an eye on them all, their absurd little family, frowning thoughtfully as he wrestles with a balloon animal that was meant to be a dog but wound up like a giraffe.

The scene in her head doesn't match up with what's around her, but that isn't anything new. Most times, she prefers it, even if today is when she sees is what she wants to see. The images jostling for attention are light and happy, let her relax and lean against the wall at her back as if she belongs here. Songs tumble in a casual, easy pace, her guitar the superior instrument to her voice, which is soft – might be self-conscious, if she weren't so dreamy. She doesn't mind so much; without her, the guitar wouldn't be able to play, and with the guitar she doesn't mind singing here and there.

So here she is, guitar case open, imagining a whole grand show that isn't there. Maybe she and her guitar have seen better days.

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Immediately Charles offers to show her, she leans forward, never mind that faint prickle of apprehension, of fear in her gut. If ever Bonnie had a trait that got her into trouble - made her think maybe doing something stupid might not be so bad - then her curiosity was a big part of it. Sure, not the sole problem, but definitely a piece that kept some pieces clicking together when they should have been tossed out.

And besides, Charles seems plenty nice. Sure, she hasn't made contact, tried to keep herself in the dark on purpose, but she wasn't getting any scary vibes off him. If anything, it was like feeling something soft feathering against her skin, tendrils of loneliness and loss that echoed, no matter how smiley and bouncy he might seem.

With the little canary bouncing around in that delightful, abrupt way that only birds seemed capable of, Bonnie can't hold back the little smile dancing about the corner of her mouth. "You're right." She isn't jumping up and down, or anything, but the smile widens, and she's definitely happy to see the little thing. Still - she can't ignore certain little things, and she looks up towards Charles with a softer expression. "You should do more things that make you happy."

Ah. A little forward, maybe, but there's something pointed about her words, specific, even if her tone is as vague and dreamy as ever.

The comment is forward, but all it does is make him stop and consider her for a beat. Then he looks away, smile becoming smaller as he ponders, to release the little canary into the sky and wait until it flies out of sight before dropping the illusion altogether.

"Happiness would lose it's meaning if it weren't balanced by sadness," he says as he watches the little bird go. "Like all emotions, it's transitory."

His head ducks, and then he looks at her side-on. "But you're right, there are things that help. A good book, a cup of tea. A friend." He's thinking about his own friendships as much as a quiet, aside observation to himself that Bonnie could also use some. This city wanted people to hit the ground running, which wasn't easy for everyone.

Then to change the subject back, "I can tell when other people have talents, too. I hope you don't mind."

As unnerving as it is having someone just lay open that he knows, could know, will know what she can do, when people have done all manner of awful things once they knew, the canary and Charles general... Charlesness that he gave off, it didn't have that feeling of something sharp and dangerous being dragged inescapably close. She watches him for a moment, mulling over that maybe there's a better way to describe it than person-ness. In fact, she's sure she's thought it over before, but her mind is a maze, where the hedges have grown out of control and become a jungle with a life of their own, vines that snatch thoughts and memories away or push them on you until you can't think or feel anything else.

Her gaze is blank for a few moments, eyebrows furrowing just a little, before a smile finally appears. "Cloud formations. Don't you think people are kinda like 'em? Everyone can look and see different things, and they got all kindsa meanings. Maybe there's some that are the same kind, but none of them are ever the same. And they change all the time, even if you can't see it." Or, maybe they did. Seems like they'd have to, so far up in the sky, all exposed. Even when they're calm and peaceful, they don't hardly seem like they could be static. Leaning a little closer, she studies his face, his expression. "I dunno about all the details, but I think I like whatever kinda cloud you are."

She doesn't lean back, but moves her guitar, scooping odd bits of change into her pocket before laying it down in the case. No intention to just move or nothing, not yet, but it's nice to have her arms free. "Ain't much of a talent."

Once again, his smile broadens. "Cloud formations. That's a wonderful way of putting it."

And, since Bonnie has given him her seal of approval, he takes the small liberty of pointing nearish to her and asking, "You don't mind if I, ah --?" He moves from where he was standing to crouch in his chosen spot although he makes sure to leave a polite distance between them. "I feel somewhat rude towering over you. And at least this way you can get to know some of the details."

Any passers-by can double-take at the well dressed man sitting on the pavement all they want. He does what he likes.

"I suppose it all depends on how much you use a talent. I was a child when mine manifested, so I've had a lot of time to practice. At first I started to hear these murmurs when no one was talking. Then I realised it wasn't conversations I was hearing; it was other people's thoughts." It had been thrilling and terrifying at the same time. And lonely, too. Not to mention he had been exposed to things that children shouldn't know. "And then when I became really good at that, I started to experiment with what else I could do."

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