28 Red Letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora has finally decided to bite the bullet and go out into the snow. She figures it's probably going to be around for at least another month so she might as well do something, right?

Right.

So she's decided to try her hand at snow sculptures. Some might just make snow men. She got a little more creative with the idea. She's set herself up a fair distance away from the strange people under the light, not wanting to be disrespectful of whatever that's supposed to be. Humming softly to herself she puts the finishing touches on a shark heading straight for an unsuspecting snowman.]

((OOC: That's right, kids. Nora's making Calvin and Hobbes snowmen outside. COME JOIN HER! She, uh, may have put firecrackers in a few of them, too. So watch out for exploding snowmen.))

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[eat_me_beat_me]

[She closes her eyes, listening.]

Mmm. I like that.

[both_neither]

[He smiles, watching her] It's something isn't it? Coltrane was a god among mortals. In the musical sense, mostly, though I heard some church back on Earth made him a saint.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She opens her eyes, looking curiously at him]

Someone sainted him? You're fucking kidding me.

[both_neither]

Nope. Scout's honor. Says a lot for the power of music, huh?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah. That's fucking impressive. [She grins] more musicians should be honored like that.

[both_neither]

Heh. Maybe. It's that or tourist destinations, really.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She chuckles] At least they're being remembered somehow, right?

[both_neither]

That's right. And that's more than most people can hope for.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah. Too many great artists of all genres just fall off the radar.