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Storytelling and Song, Tuesday

Jaskier was prepared for his first class, lute strapped to his back and a well worn notebook in hand. "Welcome, welcome... a little more intimate of a class than I thought it would be, but I can work with that," he said, powering on through. "We'll be learning the very important skill of turning history into a story that people will actually remember."

Note how he didn't say it would be an accurate record, just a catchy one.

"I am Jaskier and I have a bard for many years now, having traveled here and there and, unfortunately here again. How about you introduce yourselves and we can see if any talent lies within you for this?"

Otherwise this was just going to be a struggle. Or at least a project to work on. Either of those two.

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Probably be flirted with a little.

Astrid knew from the name of the class that this was going to be a bit of stretch for her, but, well...she was here, anyway, might as well try to make the most of it?

"I'm Astrid," she offered, "and my talents don't really land anywhere near storytelling unless it's with a picture, and I probably couldn't even carry a tune with a bucket..."

Which was modest, sure, but she was also not exactly about to turn toward any stellar career as a songstress any time soon, either.

"I do like history, though?" she offered, with a note of hopefulness in her voice, like it could be one saving grace.

"With beauty such as that, you could inspire the songs instead," Jaskier assured her without even missing a beat.

Astrid, however, was going to take a beat.

She might need to take several.

....oh boy.

And yet, once she took those few moments, she found that all she could say was, "I have actually inspired a few poems before."

Sure, they were incredibly embarrassing and written by her mother about her being a baby and her growing up, but that didn't negate the fact that it was true, even if that was definitely not what this guy was talking about.

And a very strange part of her was a little curious what he'd have to say about that information, too.

"See? You are well on your way to making that history next," Jaskier replied.

Sometimes, you took a gamble and sometimes...that gamble failed spectacularly, and that was sort of what Shunsui was feeling right now in this class. Because, hey! He loved storytelling, it was what he did, too! He even had his own class about it! And he loved song, especially when fueled by alcohol and performed by a beautiful woman. And he figured there was a fifty/fifty chance that someone named 'Jaskier' could be a beautiful woman, and...

....and that is where all of this fell apart, and thent here was the fact that now he was a student with his own students, and well...

...at least the class wasn't first thing in the morning, there was that at least.

Still, he figured he might as well make the best of it, putting on a beaming smile and figuring he wouldn't be outdone by a guy with a lute and ~~I assume~~ puffy pants.

"Shunsui Kyōraku ♥!" he offered, brightly, with a sweeping bow that made the most of his flowing pink haori. "Captain of the Eighth Division of the Gotei 13, world-reknown poet and novelist, great love of wine, women, and song, as well as owner of Turtle & Canary and instructor in the ways of pacifism and creative writing ♥!"

You know, he almost made it sound like he actually did stuff around here.

That's how good he was.

"And very excited to see what new things I might learn in this class, of course ♥."

He might just have to remember to drink first before hand.

...which would not be a problem.

Oh, sure, you go by the stage name of 'Buttercup' and everyone just assumes you're a woman and not the biggest thot bard in the land.

"Another poet, how lovely!" They were going to either get very drunk or become arch-rivals. It was a thing.

Well, Tahani was absolutely fine with being flirted with by someone so cute. "I'm Tahani al-Jamil," she said, "and artistry runs in my family!"

Her sister would be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in her early 20's, after all. Surely Tahani had some of that talent, too! "I enjoy painting, singing, playing the piano and the guitar, and helped Mel B choreograph Wannabe."

"I don't know who that is," Jaskier replied, matching her energy.

Tahani put both hands up to her face and gasped. "But that cannot be!" She reached into her giant purse and pulled out a just-as-giant Discman (cutting edge, yo). "Listen. LOVE," she demanded.

IT WAS SUPER CUTTING EDGE FOR THE LITERAL BARD, YES.

"Oh. Oh! I LIKE THIS." He was shouting because there were headphones on and what was vocal modulation?

"Wait until you try Take That," Shuri said, beaming at him.

She'd turn him into a Robbie Williams groupie, just wait.

Why would you do something like that to him? Why?

"What is this again?" He asked, pointing to the super advanced discman. Not that she said what it was in the first place, but whatever.

Tahani's gift to you, Jaskier.

"This is a Discman," she said. "They play CD's while you're out for a walk. You don't have one?"

"I have a lute," Jaskier said, showing off the sexy, sexy Elven instrument.

"And if you're at the Edinburgh Music Festival, how wonderful for you," Tahani said. "Here in the 21st Century, try the Discman."

So close, Tahani.

Jaskier squinted at her because those were mostly all words that made sense. But the order was... eh.

"And just where would I get one of my own?" No, he needed a goddamn Spotify account. Don't listen to her, Jaskier. Don't you do it.

"Maybe Radio Shack?" Tahani recommended.

Swing and a miss, Tahani.

LOADS OF HELP, TAHANI.

"I'll be certain to find that next," he assured her. "As soon as this class is over even."

No, he'd get sidetracked by free alcohol.

Respect.

"There must be some sort of shopping around here," Tahani said. "It can't be all stairs."

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