2019-09-09 - Saga Fable and Legend

Because she's Lyric and she plays to the beat of her own drum, she's stopped by Safeway and with her guitar in tote, she's sitting on one of the rocks by the water. Check out that weather! The air on this summer night is pleasantly warm rather than truly hot. The skies are clear and cloudless. Clear AND Cloudless! Not a rain cloud in sight. Beside her on the rock, her prize from the grocery store is opened, the plastic container lid flipped back with a tiny little sample sized fork stuck inside an individual sized slice of cake. She's not eating it though, she's had a few bites, don't get me wrong, but currently she's strumming her guitar and singing.

"Talk to me, baby. I'm going blind from this sweet-sweet craving, whoa-oh. Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy, ah ya ya ya ya. I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean."

Her head bobs as she dances along, swaying, playing and singing. \

Out walking, Scott had been reading something for a class. But now he needed some air, and found himself out on the beach. When he does, he hears Lyric's singing, and starts moving in that general direction, rather slowly. "Walk for me, baby. I'll be Diddy, you'll be Naomi, whoa-oh..." He sings, when she gets to that part, a bit more quietly than she was singing, but should be loud enough to be heard.

Lyric looks up from down, because she'd glanced down at the cake, when she got to that part. She continues playing with a grin at Scott, getting more animated when he sings along with her, even standing and bouncing around like it's some hard rock song or something. She starts singing with him while she plays, turning it into a duet.

"Goddamn! See you licking frosting from your own hands. Want another taste, I'm begging, yes ma'am. I'm tired of all this candy on the dry land. Dry land, oh!"

Scott smiles as he makes his way the rest of the way over, continuing singing along. "Waste time with a masterpiece, Don't waste time with a masterpiece. You should be rolling with me. You should be rolling with me, ah..." There's another grin offered as he sings, looking out to sea for a few moments, then back to her.

Lyric just plays without singing a little longer before stilling her fingers and removing the guitar strap from around herself. Then she places it on the rock. Then it's her normal. Heads up Scott! LAUNCH! Right at Scott, arms flung about him as she jumps. Ready or not here she comes! Lyrics. Gotta catch em all. "Bout time you found me. I've been sooo saaad and, and, more sad and stuff." A grin to him as she dangles there.. provided he caught her anyway. "Ready for practice and all?"

He should be prepared for this to happen, shouldn't he? But he's still caught slightly off-guard, and stumbles back a bit as he catches her, but manages to stay on his feet. "Ooof... Hey..." he offers to her, with a grin. A brief pause as he studies her. "Why sad?" he asks, sounding a little concerned, although he offers her a grin in return. "Now that I have finished some of the studying, I'm ready, yes."

It doesn't seem to concern Lyric if he keeps to his feet or not. An outright tackle is just fine with her too, had she done that instead. It had sand behind him from the beach. Up close and all in his personal space she smiles brightly before pecking his cheek with a kiss. "You've been too busy for us. That's why I was sad." With a little wriggle, she slides down to her feet if he releases her. "Ice (Ico) has been looking for a house for us all. All we can find at most is a three bedroom. Cole has his own, a girls room and a boys room, but the only thing wrong with that is the garage is way too small to practice in for any length of time. The other one is two bedrooms. One for Cole." She shrugs as the rest is self explanatory. "But the master bedroom is pretty big. Big enough for two sets of bunk beds or even four twin beds in a row with dressers between. The garage is nice too."

"Sorry. I just need to get some things done for the start of the academic year, so things don't get that hecti later on, you know..." It doesn't seem that Scott minds that peck to his cheek, and he might be letting his hold linger for a few moments longer before releasing her. Smiling as he hears the words about the houses. "Both of them sounds quite nice. And a good place for practicing is important as well." There's another smile. "Where are the houses locted?"

Well if he's going to hold her longer, Lyric is going to hug him longer and she tightens her arms until he does loosen his hold and she slides down his body to her own feet. "The houses aren't far from the trailer park. They are on Elm too." Same street as the trailer park. "They are kinda adjacent to it. One on each side." Lyric sits down on the rock, careful of her guitar that she'd placed there before. "We think we got a fourth. Her name is Park. We'll see how it goes."

"Oh? That sounds nice," Scott replies, with a smile. Moving to seat himself as well, also looking out for her guitar. "Always good to be four." He looks towards the guitar again. "Still haven't gotten as good as I hoped with the guitar, but that's how it is."

With both of them seated, Lyric looks over at him with a smile. "Four is a good number, do you remember much about Mee Park from school? I call her Park, she mostly goes by that. And guess what? Know what I did since we talked last? I got a job at the strip club!"

Scott looks a bit thoughtful for a few moments. "Park... I think so, wasn't she another of those studying hard?" More or less similar to him, that would be. That other piece of information makes him raise an eyebrow. "Strip club, hmmmm?" It's offered a bit lightly as he studies her.

"Yeah she did and does, I think she may still be in school, I'm not sure. Her parents are dentists or something." Lyric laughs as the shock factor hit the mark. "I DJ there since opening night. Park was recently hired there as a DJ also and so was Ico. You could find out if Antonio is hiring for anything else, even if he wants to offer valet parking or better yet, rides home for those too drunk to drive. It'd be a great paying gig."

"Ah, DJ..." It's offered rather lightly, before Scott nods a little. "Maybe... I will keep it in mind," he replies to the part about getting a job there as well. Glancing out towards the sea for a few moments, he smiles momentarily. "Some extra money is always nice, after all."

"Extra money? We're all going to be pitching in for the rent but with 5 of us pitching in, rent will be so much less." Lyric smiles, confessing. "I did dance on amateur night, but I didn't get all the way naked. I kept the bottoms on and kind of covered up top. I knew too many people there to get rid of all my clothes."

Scott nods. "Rent I'll already be able to handle without an extra job, but it'd be good to find a way to get some extra spending money, you know. I've considered checking to see if there was anywhere that needed a bar pianist or something like that. Not that many places might need someone to translate things from Italian or Greek at the moment, I think." Raising an eyebrow as he hears the part about the amateur night. "Now you're starting to make me sad I missed that one," he remarks, a bit lightly, as he offers a grin.

"My friend recorded it on her cell phone. You could watch it if you wanted." (Aka read the log!) Lyric stands and dances around, just playing, sand between her toes since she'd kicked her shoes off. "You should come hang out with me at the DJ booth once at least. It'll be fun." Then she comes back and sits on the rock and despite there being no one else around she leans in to cup her hands around his ear and whisper something.

"I might do that," Scott replies, unable to hold back a smile as she dances. Applauding a little as he grins. "I should do that at some point, yes." The DJ booth visit. Pausing as she leans in to whisper something, he nods a little. "Thanks for the heads up," he offers.

"You totally should." Lyric confirms when she sits up again. She's got her guitar on the rock behind her and she's barefoot. Wearing a skirt and a shirt, she keeps standing up and dancing then sitting down again, just appearing to be enjoying herself while she talks to Scott who is also nearby her. "Oh, 'course! I don't mind. I mean you're a grown up, but I wanted to tell you just in case."

Scott chuckles, "Can I get that statement of me being a grown up in writing? Just in case my parents start to doubt it, I mean?" It's offered a bit lightly, He's seated near Lyric, offering her a smile. "I'm glad to hear things are good," he offers.

A series of barks precedes Andy Géroux down the beach. "Hey, hey! You get ahead you go the wrong way!" But neither of the dogs seems interested in listening as much as they're interested in chasing one another and running into the surf. The first is a good sized german shepherd, missing her front left leg but if this should slow her down someone forgot to tell tell her. The second is an even bigger dog with the look of a golden retriever, but a brown nose. She's got all her legs, but is still having trouble keeping up. And coming in last is Andy himself, jogging in loose athletic shorts and a white and red Boston University t-shirt. When the dogs slow down to nose around some tide pools after crabs that keep running away he takes it as an excuse to slow to a stop and check one of those watches people buy when they want to convince themselves that they're going to get healthy and then never use for anything other than music and paying for Ring Dings.

"You haven't convinced them yet? I wonder which of us is the lucky one then. You with your overprotective parents or me with a lack of parents for so many years." Lyric seems in good humor as she makes the comparison. "I'm mostly sure that even if I gave you a statement they'd be skeptical but it sounds like something you could write a song about." She's still standing up from her last bit of dancing. She doesn't reach for her guitar, but motions towards that single slice of cake in the plastic that it came in from the store with the tiny little sample fork. "You're not living though if you're not having, 'Cake by the ocean.'" Singing that last part.

Hearing the dogs before actually seeing them she turns towards the water and brightens. "Look Scott! Have you ever had a pet?" Lyric was never allowed one so she grins back at her bandmate. "I'm going to go see if they'll let me say hi." Bouncing out towards where the water meets the sand she waves to the man first. "Are they safe to approach? I mean, do you mind?"

"Hey, everything helps..." Scott replies, lightly, before he looks to the cake, unable to hold back a chuckle. But then he hears the dogs, and sees the man and the dogs. "Pets? Does an older sister count?" he replies with a grin at Lyric's words, moving over to follow her towards the man and the dogs. Moving at a bit slower pace, he offers a smile to the man. "Hello, sir," he offers.

Andy is doing that thing where you time out your pulse even though his watch actually does that, he's just never bothered to figure out how it works because he's getting on in years. So when someone speaks to him he's actually a little surprised to find he's not alone. After pulling out his airpods he nods to the pair, then replies to Lyric, "They're friendly as anything." He points at the german shepherd. "That's Saga," and then the other dog, "and that's Fable. Saga can be shy, so let her sniff your hand first, but the only danger Fable presents is that her original owner let her sleep on the bed, so some day I'm going to wake up asphyxiated." Both dogs look up when they hear their names like, what? are there treats? don't mess with us, man, hand over the treats. Andy winces at being called sir. That's an oof. But it's what happens when you've got ten years on everyone else in the room. Still, he replies, "Hello," and then, since he went ahead and introduced his dog, he adds, "Andy. Andy Géroux."

"Saga and Fable. Like books." Hey at least she didn't say movies. Dropping to her knees, Lyric offers out her hand to allow them both to sniff her and sort of get a sense of her, a smile blossoming over her features. "How did you come up with their names? I really like interesting names. Maybe I'd fit in with your dogs." She offers a tentative behind the ear rub to Fable, allowing Saga a little more time to get to know her before doing the same once she's certain the dog feels comfortable. When they look up to their owner, she smiles. ""I like that they recognize their names." She makes absolutely no move to get up and poor Scott is almost forgotten about. "I'm Lyric. Lyric Bates. It's really nice to meet you, Andy."

As if remembering Scott finally, she motions towards him as he slowly approaches. The motion just a toss of her head towards him since her hands are busy with the dogs. "He's Scott, my bandmate. Or.. one of them, there's four of us."

"Saga and Fable. Now if you get a third, will it be called Legend?" Scott's words are offered rather lightly, before he offers a smile. "Scott Hamilton," he introduces himself, with a smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Andy." Stepping over to Lyric and the dogs, holding out his hands towards both of them as well, although he stays a little back to let Lyric greet them first.

"If I get a third she'll be called someone else's dog very quickly. I barely have room for these two where I live now. Though Legend is would be a good ego boost. Sounds like something you'd name a horse you exepect a lot from." True to his word, Fable bounds over to meet the new people, while Saga stays back. She doesn't look wary, instead nosing around the sand a little more before finally catching a crab, gulping it in one go and then coming over to see what the big to-do is all about. Fable sniffs the offered hands, then is only too willing to bowl over people over with eighty pounds of incredibly friendly dog. Saga looks over to Andy and, seeing that he seems okay with the new people, approaches to sniff hands. To Lyric Andy says, "Saga came to me named Saga. She's a third generation cop dog, so I think her name is probably Saga III. And Fable got her name from my mom, who just liked the name Saga enough to riff on it." Lyric's second comment gets a laugh. "Lyric might fit in, sure. Good name for someone in a band at the very least."

"It wasn't always such a good name. I've been called so many things for it. Limerick, One-liner.." Lyric doesn't continue, just shakes her head. "I like it though, it's just different enough to suit me." Fable gets all of the attention and when she's bowled over she laughs, sitting back up but on her rear this time instead of her knees. "You're a special one aren't you," she greets Fable with a nuzzle and pettings and lovings. Catching sight of Saga, it's only then she notices the lack of one of his legs. Awww! "Cop dog? Tilting her head back she looks at the man again with a more appraising eye. "You're a police officer or you just inherited this one?" She is fair and equal when it comes to showing the two dogs affection, but she won't try and get them to stay by her if any go to Scott or their owner. Or the crab feast. "Did the dog eat a crab? Whole?" The question is for Andy, but maybe Scott saw it too. "I don't guess I've ever had crabs."

Scott is unable to hold back a chuckle as he sees Fable bowling Lyric over. "Good job, she tried doing that to me a little while ago," he offers to the dog, rather lightly as he reaches over to pet it. "Nice to meet you," he offers to the friendly dog, still holding out the hand to Saga. "You know, I think there was a police officer in a European TV show called Saga once..."

"Yeah, I'm with the GHPD now. I was a fed in Portland, though." Andy walks over to squat down next to the german shepherd, giving her some well-practiced scrtiches all up and down her side. "She took a bullet for me, so I did that wookiee life debt thing and now I'm her sidekick. It's my job to get her treats full of peanut butter," just the mention of peanut butter gets Saga's absolute attention, "and never complain about the way she smells after she runs into a lake." Looking to the bigger of the two, he says, "Fable's my mom's, but she can't really take care of her anymore, so now she's mine. She's apparently a retired sled dog. I have no idea where mom got her." Scott's comment gets raised eyebrows. "Is there? Maybe it's on Netflix."

"Officer Andy," Lyric muses that over with a half smile, watching as he comes over to where the dogs are. Fable is the one she nuzzles while watching Andy with Saga. "She took a bullet for you?" There's a squint towards the dog in question and that one missing leg and paw. "I like that you came here with her, but I'm not so sure it's a safer place to live than Portland. Or any other city, really." But then she's studying him for a few moments before she smiles. "You shine don't you?" Recognizing it in him. Or so she assumes. "Does your mom live in Gray Harbor? Or did you bring Fable from Portland?" So many questions from the inquisitive Lyric. This could go on all day. She looks curious at Scott, "You know so much about foreign films."

"Sled dog? That sounds quite interesting. You must have seen lots of interesting things, hmmm?" That last part offered to Fable as he pats her as well. There's a grin offered to Lyric as well. "Probably comes from my cutiosity, I guess. Maybe even wanting to learn even more languages." It's offered lightly, before he looks to Andy and Saga, offering another smile.

"My mom lives in Gray Harbor. I went to high school here." Class of 2005. So. Long. Ago. "Though we're originally from the Quinault res, like a half hour north. I went to Boston for college, but ended up working in Portland and now I'm back here, so Gray Harbor eventually pulls everyone back in." He scratches between Saga's ears. "She's retired from police work. Now her main job is destroying tennis balls and and keeping my home safe from passing mopeds at two in the morning." Lyric's comment about shining gets an odd look, but instead of replying to that he gives Scott a nod. "She apparently ran Iditarod. I tried to find out some more information, but their website doesn't list dog names. And she answers to Fable, so I guess mom knew what she was doing. When it starts snowing I'm probably going to have to figure out something for her to do to keep busy."

...says Andy.

"Oh wow.." Lyric seems genuinely interested in the history he offers but equally gives her attention to the dog until the dog meanders to Scott instead. Remaining on the sand, she watches a little as the waves wash in taking some of the sand back with it and leaving little bits of shells behind. "It brings people back, you're right. I've just never left." With a smile she turns a little to watch Saga, the brave. "I bet she'd make a good dog for someone who has PTSD also. I've read about that before. Veterans getting dogs as companions and helping them." Falling silent, it's Fable's turn for the attention. "Did she? That's pretty fancy," she says after some length. "You should get a one man sled and a Legend so Fable and Legend can take you and Sable for rides."

Scott continues petting Fable for now. "Nice... Looks like you've seen more of this world than me, hmmm?" he offers to the dog, along with a smile. "Yes, it seems it pulls people back. My great-grandfather left town, and then my mother's work brought her here. So even if it takes long, it brings people, or their descendants back."

"The idea of riding around the city on a sled pulled by a dog team is so ridiculous I'm surprised I never saw anyone do it in Portland." Andy looks from the german shepherd to Lyric and back, then nods. "That's not a bad idea. I mean, I can't give away my best girl," a quick sidelong look at Fable to make sure she didn't hear such a damning statement, "but going to visit a veteran's hospital might be a karmic good for everyone." He looks back to Scott. "Oh? What's your mother do?"

"People are too afraid of what others think about them instead of just doing something they think would be fun." Lyric isn't criticizing really, she just knows she'd try the sled thing if it were an option. Getting to her feet, she wipes some of the sand off of herself and smiles, "There are veterans hospitals. Or even nursing homes, since he's well trained. And Scott, you were wanting a place to play the piano. Did you know there is a piano in almost every nursing home ever?" Maybe she read that somewhere, maybe it's an assumption. "It wouldn't be a paying job, but money isn't everything. Even the band could do that, visit nursing homes and play some of the golden oldies for them from their time. I'd do it. I wonder if Ico and Park would.." the last part was more rhetorical, a muse to herself.

"She has a point," Scott offers, before he nods a bit at what Lyric says. "Could be quite fun, going there to play for them every now and then," he replies, with a grin. At Andy's question, he smiles, "She works in marine biology. So when she got a job here, she didn't hesitate. And since she's the one with the normal job in the family... My father had no problem with it."

Andy pushes himself back to his feet, both dogs turning to see if he's about to do something interesting. But instead he just says, "I'll definitely have to look into that. Some time with vets might do Saga some good, too. Though she's rarely shy for long." He glances down the beach, then offers a pair a genial wave. "I should probably head home. I have a hot date with a pile of paperwork. Lyric. Scott. Nice to have met you both!"

"Hot dates are always fun even with paperwork. It means you've got plans and not just bored." Lyric pets the dogs both goodbye and steps back. "Maybe you'll get something out of meeting the Vets too." After all, he'd been shot at and his best friend had taken the hit for him. "It was nice meeting you, Andy. Hope to see you again. This side of jail," throwing the last bit in jokingly. She meanders her way back over to her guitar on the rock and has a seat again.

Scott grins, "Enjoy the paperwork. The fun probably depends on how interesting it is, right? Nice to meet you, Andy. And you, Fable and Saga." A brief grin is offered to Lyric at that 'this side of jail' comment.

Back at her seat on the rock, Lyric watches the man and his dogs leaving before looking back at Scott. "He seems like a really nice guy. It's kind of sad about Saga though. And what he must have went through. He said he was a Fed before does that mean FBI? I didn't ask, cause I didn't want to sound dumb to him," she confesses with a wry smile.

Scott nods a little, watching Andy and the dogs head off. "Yes, he does. Seem like a nice guy. And both Fable and Saga seemed like wonderful dogs." He moves back to the rock as well. "Quite probably the FBI, yes. But I think there could be some others as well. Could be one of those investigative services with the military or something, I guess."

"He did seem really interested in working with the Vets and the PTSD stuff. It wouldn't be a bad idea. I wonder if he's met Tyrone or Easton yet." Lyric looks towards the water then down at herself. "I should either jump in and rinse off or go home and take a shower. I'm all sandy."

Scott smiles, "He did, yes." Another brief pause, before he smiles. "Would probably be a good thing to get the sand off, then. Or we could start calling you Sandy? I mean, we'd have to sing that song from Grease, then..." It's offered a bit lightly, before he starts whistling a bit of that song, grinning as he does.

"Tell me about it... stud." Pretending to put a cigarette out on the sand. "I got chills, they're multiplying. And I'm losing control!" Lyric laughs, standing up, "Or do you mean the other song? "Sandy, you must start anew. Don't you know what you must do? Hold your head high, take a deep breath and sigh. Goodbyee to Sandra Deeeee!" All dramatic, she twirls around then ducks her head before laughing and coming back to sit down.

"Both of those are great songs," Scott replies, before he grins again. "I was thinking about the one that Danny was singing alone. You know..." There's a brief pause, before he begins singing, "Stranded at the drive-in, branded a fool. What will they say, Monday at school?"

"Sandy baby, I'm in misery.." Lyric holds her hands out to show her empty fingers. "But she wears his ring." There's an eyeroll at that thought. "They're too young for rings though don't you think? People don't know what they want forever when they are eighteen."

Scott nods a little as he hears that. "Well, some people know what they want, but for most of them, it's probably things that they will have to sacrifice those kinds of things to achieve, at least for the next few years or so. But yes, eighteen is too young for rings. I think they¨'d probably need at least some more years to see how well things work out together before that stage." Glancing out to the water again, nodding a bit slowly.

"Are your parents still married?" Lyric watches the water like he does, curious. It's a serious conversation and she so rarely did those.

Scott nods at the question. "They are, yes." He smiles momentarily, as he glances from the sea to Lyric.

"So maybe some people do make promises and keep them. I don't make long promises like that. I've never personally known anyone who keeps promises either." Lyric shrugs a little.

"Who knows, maybe something changes in the future, you know that whole 'never say never' saying," Scott replies, before he adds, "I've never liked the words of that saying, though. I mean, if you say it, you've already said that thing you should not say twice." It's offered a bit lightly.

Lyric laughs and gets to her feet, collecting her guitar. "I really should go and take a shower. Everything's going to be fine. Just seeing the dogs reminded me of t hings I used to want to do when I was a kid. I should go. It was good to see you, Scott."

Scott reaches out very briefly to squeeze her shoulder before he lets go again. "Who knows what tomorrow brings, hmmm? I'll see you later." It's offered quietly and with a smile.2