Beach clean up (Open)

[suchgoodluck]

In the wake of the Hydra, Siren Cove was an awful mess. Not that said description did any justice to the citizens who'd lost their lives or those currently in the hospital because of the nightmarish creature. But just as much of the town remained as damaged as its people, and Cosette, with her own minor injury thoroughly taken care of thanks to Joel, is out at the beach to help with the aftermath.

The police and firemen were there, of course, as well as various church groups and charities. Cosette had volunteered instantly, knowing she could be of assistance, especially since it was the full moon, that night, thus enabling her to make use of her ability to spread good fortune to others. Already, she had reunited lost pets with frantic owners, solved a case of a missing purse, and potentially linked together a pair of future lovers.

Now, she is sorting through scorched sand and picking up scattered debris, keeping an eye out for any who may need her aid. This close to the sea, she is tempted to take on her natural form and investigate the waters as to the cause of the Hydra. But she knows better, and so she settles for letting her hair flow loose in the wind behind her as she continues her work.

She starts to sing softly under her breath, one of her favorite arias, as she works.

(OOC: Set to after the Hydra attacks, this is Cosette's introduction post of sorts. Find her roaming the beach, picking up trash, and singing as she does so. She's friendly, so feel free to say hello!)

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[bachjones]

"Of course. Sure, yeah. Beach doesn't deserve the mess." Bach smiles. "You're the woman in charge?"

[suchgoodluck]

"It certainly doesn't," Cosette agrees with a nod, pleased to have another volunteer to the cause. "I'm not in charge per se, but I am always welcoming new volunteers. You can go see one of the officers over there, they'll give you everything you need."

[bachjones]

"Oh. Okay. Okidoki", he winks, making a salute. "What happened, freak wave or something?"

[suchgoodluck]

"Er, well..." she trails off, not knowing how to put it without sounding fresh out of the madhouse. "A Hydra suddenly appeared and started raising hell everywhere?"

She shrugs, as if to apologize and lend her words a casual dissonance.

[bachjones]

"... a whatsit? That's some local animal?"

[suchgoodluck]

"Local in the sense that it comes straight out of Greek mythology?" She tries to be nonchalant about it all, knowing how bizarre it actually sounds.

[bachjones]

Bach takes another step back. "You mean like foreign stories?"

[suchgoodluck]

"Well, yeah," she shrugs. "What were you doing that you didn't notice a giant ass sea creature with five heads rising from the ocean?"

[bachjones]

"Comp- you're serious. Are you one of those witches?"

[suchgoodluck]

"Close, but no cigar," she says, interested that he knows about witches. She's not sure she wants to indulge her siren nature to this stranger, so she leaves her answer vague. "And were you about to say composing?"

[bachjones]

But you're talking about monsters coming from the sea.

"I was composing. Or well, trying to. My head's stuffed and it's starting to hurt but I'm ..I guess there's some kind of block."

[suchgoodluck]

"Oh really? What kind of music?" She perks up at his confirmation of his composing. "Sorry to hear about your block, though."

[bachjones]

"Any." He defrosts a little. "Usually the slower kinds, of course, I have to be able to use my guitar or other instruments. It took me months to complete the story but now the notes aren't cooperating."

[suchgoodluck]

"Nice," she says. "I strum a bit on the guitar, but I'm more of a voice person, myself."

[bachjones]

"Another singer. You and Iris should team up." He smiles. "Sing a bit, for me?"

[suchgoodluck]

"Iris?" She tilts her head. "I like her name already. She's sounds like a cool chick."

"All right," she grins, matter of fact. She tries never to pull the whole faux modest, giggling and reluctant routine whenever people ask her to sing. She's proud of her voice, and she loves to sing; why shouldn't she take pride and pleasure in doing so? "If you insist."

She starts to sing, encouraged by the waves in the distance and the breeze blowing across the beach.

[bachjones]

"She's gorgeous. Bright red hair, big eyes, soft smile. Very friendly as well, and she gave me coffee after our first me-" His voice trails off when she starts to sing.

"Now that's a song that I recognize, but you make the story very precious. Fragile. This town seems to be full of voices."

[suchgoodluck]

"Gorgeous as well as talented? Now I'm definitely interested," she says, smiling.

"Thank you! I do my best," she makes a little bow. "And yes, this town is indeed. It's why I like it here, I think."

[bachjones]

"And so nice. So frie-" He stops himself. That's a bit much.

"Have you lived here your entire life, if I can ask?"

[suchgoodluck]

"Pretty much, yeah," she says. "Though I was born in Ireland." Off the coast to Siren royalty, but he didn't need to know that. No one ever did. It read like something out of a Disney movie.

"How about you? Been here long yourself?"

[bachjones]

"Ireland. That's like ..way over at Europe, right? Did your family bring you here? Because if they did, Siren Cove should be thankful."

He scratches his beard. "Couple of years."

[suchgoodluck]

"Yep, that Ireland," she affirms with a nod. Her expression falters a bit when he mentions family. "Yeah, my aunt brought me here when my parents decided they didn't have a use for me."

She shrugs it off, the way she always does, casual and lacking in bitterness. She doesn't have much else to say about it, really. She doesn't even remember her parents, nor does she care to. Aunt Jasmine, as far as Cosette's concerned, is the only family she needs and will ever need.

"Couple of years huh? You've been playing the guitar longer than that, though," she observes with a smile.

[bachjones]

"That's ..cruel. Did it really happen like that? No ..drama with money or something? That's usually what I hear when parents make such a decision ..not that I hear a lot of stories about that .."

Bach nods. "Started at seven. Harp a year before, cello a year later. I like the snare and the wood."

[suchgoodluck]

"I was fifth and a daughter in a line of boys, so," she shrugs again. "I got the boot. Whatever, I'm fine with it. I think I got the better end of the bargain, personally."

"Wow, a musical prodigy huh?" She quirks an eyebrow, sensing that, perhaps, his musical abilities weren't entirely of the natural origins.

[bachjones]

"You have brothers?" Bach would love to have brothers. Pretty sure, anyway. "Don't you miss them? Don't they miss you? That's ..w- different."

"I don't know. My mother tried a few things with me and music stuck. I like music. I like to tell stories."