open RP: music is infectious. No, really.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

Having been unknowingly infected with a self-replicating spell by the mischievous Simkin, Camilla went about her day quite as she always would. Since she'd heard inexplicable music in Simkin's presence it didn't seem to her strange that she should continue to hear it now. And because she happened to be in a fairly pleasant mood at the moment, the music she heard was not disconcerting. At the moment it was some nondescript and upbeat jazz, actually.

Being a fairly sociable person, she'd say hello to people she ran across in the halls. She had no way of knowing that her presence would also transmit the spell to them -- that was the self-replicating bit -- and that their own personal soundtrack would consequently follow them, mirroring their moods as hers was doing for her.

(( OOC: This one is Simkin-mun's idea! He says it's "a self-replicating meme, that attaches to people as they interact with one another, and plays music depending on their mood. ... if they've got a song stuck in their head, it'll play that. But if they're feeling predatory, it might play the Jaws theme, for instance."

If you feel like uploading songs, that's cool, but you don't have to. You can just describe them, as I've done, being lazy as I am.

Once a person is infected, they can then infect other characters. Eventually the spell will fade away and so will its effects. Have fun! ))

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[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"Because he won't know what I'm talking about." Camilla was probably wrong about this, but then, she didn't really understand the extent to which Henry had to be dwelling on the subject since asking. "And anyway it's not ... I don't know, it should be more elaborate than that, or something. What did you do? Do you remember yet?" She nodded to the mysterious wedding ring he still wore -- the one that had gotten her talking to Ryder about all this in the first place, at his Sorting.

[johnryder.livejournal.com]

Ryder thought differently--Henry would probably know damn well what she meant--but he kept that thought to himself.

He looked at his ring, and shrugged. "No," he said. "I still don't. Can't really tell you about 'elaborate', unfortunately. Ask--" he had a moment of unaccustomed mental flailing "--as Susan. She's a woman, even if she's a little...different." Ryder had a firm conviction that all women had some kind of low-grade psychic link, and could pass around things no one else could know.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"She wouldn't know anything about it," said Camilla with finality. "She has even less experience with this kind of thing than I do. I only have experience turning down proposals. I don't know if I know anyone here who has both been married and remembers it."

She wanted her Nana, really, she did.

"... Except Silas's zombie girlfriend," she temporised. That reminded her: "Damn it, what's Silas going to think? He thinks I'm an angel, a literal one. Angels don't get married, you know. In heaven there's no marrying nor giving in marriage, so the gospel says."

[johnryder.livejournal.com]

Shit, this was impossi--wait.

"Silas?" Ryder said. "That big albino monk?" The guy had seemed cracked, but not that cracked. "You saying he's got an undead girlfriend?"

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"Yes. They're very discreet about it. Probably because he's a monk." Camilla's understanding of Catelyn Stark's love life did have rather a few notable lacunae. For one, she didn't know Ned Stark had arrived at Hogwarts (nor did she know Catelyn's husband's name anyway). For another, she didn't seem to grasp that Catelyn was not actually dating Silas, nor had ever been. She'd seen them holding hands once, and that was enough for her. "It's sweet, really."

[johnryder.livejournal.com]

...A crazy monk and a zombie. Well, it was Hogwarts, he reflected, shaking his head. It would take someone like Camilla, however, to find such a thing sweet.

"If you say so," he said. "Well, ask her, then." Privately Ryder had his doubts, but hey, whatever got the job done.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"I just might. She knows Henry, apparently," though Camilla wasn't too happy about that, given that whatever conversation Henry had with the zombie woman had not discouraged him from going off and trying to shoot someone in a very Charles-like fashion. "And she'll at least know what I ought to do about Silas. I hope."

Why was it so complicated to be Camilla, sometimes?

She sighed. "I don't even know why he asked. I asked him why and he said, 'Because I want you to.' Which is basically the same as the reason he does anything else. He does what he wants to do. I like that."

[johnryder.livejournal.com]

Interesting that she should say she couldn't do anything she wanted to, yet she admired that trait in Henry. Ryder could easily see Henry being like that, too--Henry Winter was one of the most self-assured people he'd ever met, and that was saying something.

"Well, ask her," he said. "It can't hurt anything, and maybe she can help."

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"Maybe." Camilla didn't sound too sure about that. "I don't know if anyone can help, really." Could they?

In a flash she realised exactly who could have told her what to do and how to do it -- who could have given her the magic words. Julian.

And maybe that was the key. Not that she could ask Julian anymore, or that she would if she could; but she could consult that sort of inner Julian that all his students had more or less formed, the template to living that he'd given them.

She had to ask Catelyn about Silas anyway. Catelyn's worldview, from their prior conversation at the Astronomy Tower, seemed to be quite the opposite of Julian's. Camilla wasn't likely to want to follow whatever advice she could give with regard to Henry, but it could provide a useful counterpoint, a foil against which to play what she thought Julian might have said.

"You've given me some things to think about, anyway," she said, though he really hadn't. It had all happened inside her head, in the way things often did for Camilla -- untraceable from the outside.

[johnryder.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's good, at least," he said, wondering if it actually was. "You think about it, and I'll let you know what's up with Susan." Susan was, after all, his indirect link to the whole thing--Henry told her things, and she in turn passed them on to Ryder. Though maybe she wouldn't anymore, now that she was sort of human--he'd gotten the impression that she'd only relayed the information because it hadn't occurred to her that she shouldn't. As a well of information, her humanity might dry her up.