conversations.from: system
conversations.value: "Urrggh, grrrr, uuuughgghh", Heartspoon finally managed to push the drawing pin into the board. Sometimes it wasn't easy being a fairy.
  
  She stood back to observe her work.
  
  **"Muzissans Wontid"**
  -----------------
  
  *Pleez appley in the Crucked Staff.*
  *Onli faerie folc.*
  *Gigs waitin*
  
  She sighed, she thought it was spelled right and anyway what she lacked in words she more than made up for with her voice, which had been described in the Fae Times "Like nectar drizzled over a waterfall".
  
  
  Ever wanted to be in a rock band? Every wanted to be a fairy? Now is your chance!
  
  This is a story about a band of faery folk and their various gigs, scrapes and adventures in a mythical land reminiscent of celtic mythology.
  
  Please feel free to introduce your own cards if you want but they should ideally fit the tone and setting. I'm quite happy for someone to play the role of Heartspoon or if nobody chooses her I will narrate her myself.
  
  Ideally you should have some musical knowledge or background in order to contribute to the story. However it's not essential.
  
  The tone is tongue in cheek, farcical, drawing on all genres of modern music and modern references, think Spinal Tap meets Peter Pan and I'm quite happy for there to be nonsensical elements if you wish there to be, such as electric lutes, magical effects pedals etc.
  
  Your character application should be your interview with Heartspoon in the Crooked Staff Inn.
  
  To those I don't accept I apologise.
  
  May 2nd: This one will possibly start after this weekend.
  
  May 3rd: Apologies to those people waiting to hear back on characters. I'm hoping to get things finished up in the next few days. We are still open for applications for members of the Half Measures, anyone wanting to take the role of Heartspoon herself or indeed any other random hangers on/helpers you feel the band could do with.
  
  May 5th: Apologies to all those players I didn't accept. We have a full band now accept for Heartspoon and I am assessing two applications for here currently. Happy to accept more last minute ones for Heartspoon but you'll have to be quick.
  
  May 6th: Applications are now closed for this story. Hopefully people will enjoy following it!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a gnome. Get used to it.
conversations.prefix: Gnome:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hey man, anyone want some dust?
conversations.prefix: Pixie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No, I am not a dancer.
conversations.prefix: Leprechaun:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Not the chocolate variety. Unfortunately
conversations.prefix: Brownie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Small, annoying. Not really sure why anyone would want you in the band.
conversations.prefix: Gremlin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ah, sweet, sweet nectar.
  
  Drink of the gods, booze of the fairies.
  
  You don't want to drink too much of this, while it releases inhibitions and leads to much dancing it can leave you almost unable to lift your tired tiny fairy wings the next day.
conversations.prefix: Nectar:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some bands just have that bon hommie. Everyone seems to get on. It's like one big, happy family.
  
  Other bands are like a couple of cougars in a big sack.
  
  Both dynamics can create equally great music. 
  
  Which will you be?
conversations.prefix: Create The Band:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Every band has that first gig, four rabbits, a couple of pixies and the Erlking just happen to be there. Years later 72,000 fae say they were there. 
  
  You reckon the landlord of the Crooked Staff might let you play if you can convince him of your talents.
conversations.prefix: Convince the landlord to give you a gig:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Most people would class this as the work of a genius. Secretly you know if could be better. One reed is 1 mm too long, one of the pipes has a scratch on it and then there are the sounds. There can never be enough. You need to improve it. You know what you need. You just don't know where to get the bits...
conversations.prefix: Fix the Harmonicarium:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This really is an impressive piece of kit, if only it worked as well as Doolish dreamed it did.
  
  If he could find a siren's voicebox, a unicorn horn and a rattlesnake tail it would be complete.
conversations.prefix: Doolish's Broken Harmonicarium:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A mishmash of stolen household pots and pans and the crowning glory an actual drum, although it currently has no drum skin.
conversations.prefix: Forenn's Percussion Kit-chen:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You realise that your percussion kit is not what you need to take the world by storm but it's all you have. If only you had spent your money from other gigs on a kit rather than ahem...other things.
conversations.prefix: Get a fitted Kit-chen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Grants the power of flight - Powered by happy thoughts.
  
  If you could get your hands on some Blue, Green, Pink, Orange, Teal, Yellow and Purple Pixie Dust then you would be rocking!
conversations.prefix: Pixie Dust ( Golden ):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can't manage a band without contacts and you can't get contacts without managing a band. Therein lies your conundrum. Or did..
  
  Now you have a band and you plan to make the most of it.
conversations.prefix: Fill your contact book:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Without his book Crampton  Fellingswirth Martivan III, Esq. would be nothing. In fact if you open the pages you would find that *with it* he is. There is one entry "Mother" next to it the details are crossed out and it says "Deceased - hit by haywain"
conversations.prefix: Crampton's Contacts Book:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You wish it "ran like clockwork". Unfortunately it doesn't. You can furiously wind it for hours and then it can stop within minutes. You need to find an old clockmaker or something to help with this thing.
conversations.prefix: Fix the clockenspiel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Couril let you take one of their local maps. It could come in handy.
conversations.prefix: Map of The Locale:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You wind it up and it goes. Sometimes. Sometimes it whirrs, buzzes, clucks and stops.
  
  
  This is generally your cue to exit stage left.
  
  
  If only you knew someone that could help you fix it?
conversations.prefix: Phlox's Temperamental Clockenspiel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You think you saw Heartspoon sniggering when she saw it. 
  Crampton was definitely looking at his fur and then your microphone and back to his fur for *some* reason and well, to be honest it's really, really tiring carrying it around.
  
  You either need a roadie for the thing or a new one or...well....*anything*
conversations.prefix: Do something about your microphone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know it's far too large but it's the only one you have. Some people have even claimed that it is not really  a microphone. They're obviously jealous. You hope one day to get a new one.
conversations.prefix: Littlebud's Unconventionally Sized Microphone:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've had this for years. It was your mother's before yours and her mother's before that. 
  
  The enchantments are wearing a little thin on it though and it has nowhere near as many vocal effects as you would like it to have.
  
  Maybe you can get it re-enchanted or find a new one?
conversations.prefix: Heartspoon's Vintage Fae Vocoprojector:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You would be loathe to lose your vintage vocoprojector, however you're going to have to track down a pretty special wizard to sort out the enchantments on it.
conversations.prefix: Find a powerful wizard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gold is in short supply since the great leprechaun robbery of '567
  
  This one is shiny, it's gold and it's yours. Don't spend it all at once. 
  
  If you get another one they can keep each other company.
conversations.prefix: A Single Gold Coin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A peacock feather would be nice. Or maybe you could get a range of quills that would help you write depending on the mood. 
  
  
  Harpy feather for angry political diatribes.
  
  Swan feathers for graceful, floaty songs...
conversations.prefix: Find a quill to match your talents:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Grants access to the fairy sub realm of FayTube. A shadowy realm of hallucinations and weird noises.
  
  Recent refinements to the dust have allowed musicians to create echoes of their performances in the sub-realm which can then be experienced by other users of the dust.
conversations.prefix: Pixie Dust ( Pink ):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The quill is mightier than the sword right? It came from a crow and it barely works, but you love your little quill. 
  
  
  Maybe once the band works out you will finally be able to get that peacock feather quill you had your eye on?
  
  Or maybe something even more exotic?
conversations.prefix: Duncan's Favourite Quill:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't know when it started but your general wordiness is phenomenal. You know words that other people think are random strings of letters and your ability to craft a rhyme is legendary. Your puns however are shocking.
conversations.prefix: Lyrically Adept:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hey man, anyone want some dust? Pixies spell trouble, not the big, bad evil guy kind of trouble. More the "Where did my week go" kind of trouble.
conversations.prefix: Pixie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I just want to fly man, high as a kite. You have a serious  problem with pixie dust and will go to any lengths to acquire it.
conversations.prefix: Pixie Dust:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Why would anyone want a gremlin in a band? Prone to random acts of senseless destruction and almost impossible to control and yet when you're trying to push the bounds of what's possible with two lutes and a little timpani. Why not?
conversations.prefix: Gremlin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Generally employed as roadies for their uncanny ability to tidy up after a gig without being noticed, some brownies have never the less gone on to be valuable performers in their own right. Though there propensity to vanish when the audience takes notice of their performance can be a problem.
conversations.prefix: Brownie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Believe it or not, not all leprechauns are dancers. Although I would challenge you to find me a leprechaun that *can't* dance.
conversations.prefix: Leprechaun:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Just when everything is going well, you self sabotage and mess everything up. Just for the craic of it.
conversations.prefix: Mischievous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Man that small, mythical creature sure got the rhythm. Whether it's banging a couple of pebbles together or dancing the pasodoble you have Rhythm!
conversations.prefix: Rhythm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If I could turn back time 
  
  If I could find a way 
  
  I'd take back those words that hurt you and you'd stay.
conversations.prefix: Turn Back Time:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your random humming when carrying out a household task often becomes a hit months later. That's how impressive your tunesmithery is.
conversations.prefix: Ear for a good tune:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As long as you are on stage you are the greatest performer that ever lived. Off it you are a tedious bore full of the most trivial information.
conversations.prefix: Tedious:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your lute solos go on for hours, it takes at least 3 days for you to pimp up your hair before a gig. You are the archetypal primadonna, but everyone loves you right? **Right?**
conversations.prefix: Self obsessed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I want it all, I want it all, I want it all and I want it **now**.
  
  You haven't quite decided what you will do with it once you get it but you want to be rich.
conversations.prefix: Money:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: So glad we've almost made it.
  
  So sad they had to fade it.
  
  Everybody wants to rule the world.
  
  Don't they? Well I certainly do.
conversations.prefix: Rule the World:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I want to live forever (tick)
  
  I wanna learn how to fly, high! (tick).
  
  Well you have those covered but it would be nice if people put drawings of you up in their dwellings.
conversations.prefix: Fame:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Soon to be the pin up fairy of all small fairy boys, Heartspoon was gifted with the voice, the looks and a very silly name.
conversations.prefix: Heartspoon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a fairy. You know that Heartspoon is just going to be jealous of you and give you all the crappy jobs right?
conversations.prefix: Fairy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A gnome is a small, personable creature. They are drawn to percussion instruments but there are some notable gnomish dancers.
conversations.prefix: Gnome:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream.
  
  
  It is not dying, it is not dying.
  
  
  Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void.
  
  
  It is shining, it is shining.
  
  
  Yet you may see the meaning of within
  
  
  It is being, it is being.
  
  
  Love is all and love is everyone.
  
  
  It is knowing, it is knowing.
conversations.prefix: Relax:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It started off so well
  
  
  They said we made a perfect band...
  
  
  This is The Crooked Staff Inn. You...think?
  
  
  Now the images of FayTube light up the night sky and soft, velvety songs with languorous beats roll through the woodland.
  
  
  You feel yourselves slowly slipping away....
  
  ...save me, *save me*, **
  Oooohooowoooh...**
  I'm naked and I'm far from home.
conversations.prefix: The Crooked Staff Inn?!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ah, sweet, sweet nectar.
  
  Drink of the gods, booze of the fairies.
  
  You don't want to drink too much of this, while it releases inhibitions and leads to much dancing it can leave you almost unable to lift your tired tiny fairy wings the next day.
conversations.prefix: Nectar:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ah, sweet, sweet nectar.
  
  Drink of the gods, booze of the fairies.
  
  You don't want to drink too much of this, while it releases inhibitions and leads to much dancing it can leave you almost unable to lift your tired tiny fairy wings the next day.
conversations.prefix: Nectar (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Renowned band manager and head judge at the annual Eisteddfod, Gwyllgi is **not** to be trifled with. His caustic diatribes have ended many music careers before they even truly started.
  
  He does have a soft spot for tea and crumpets, allegedly.
conversations.prefix: Gwyllgi:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Grism is all fingers and thumbs, but of the coordinated variety. 
  
  An absolute whizz at pulling things apart and surprisingly, for a gremlin, putting them back together again.
  
  His latest invention, the Hamster Wheelharp, is a wonderful instrument and only requires feeding once a day.
conversations.prefix: Grism:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's something creepy about this crow. Real creepy. She just stares at everyone, caws occasionally and picks bugs out of her wing.
  
  Maybe she's just too cool for school.
conversations.prefix: "Maureen":
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A fachan. Crap, *crap*, **crappity crap**.
  
  I'm not even going to ask him how he plays the drums.
conversations.prefix: Direach:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Crooked Staff Inn is where all good bands start. "Lilly and the Ladybugs" started there as did "Horace and His Wot-is-its?".
  
  Rumour has it that a band started in an inn other than The Crooked Staff is doomed to fail. Although that doesn't mean one started there is  fated to succeed. Just look what happened to Lilly and the Ladybugs!
conversations.prefix: The Crooked Staff Inn:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Powerful rejuvenator and augmentor - Causes massive sadness once it wears off.
conversations.prefix: Pixie Dust ( Blue ):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A fairy dancing troupe from Tresmalouen, when the Couril start *the* dance there is no telling when it will end.
  
  They are well travelled fairies, having gigged the length and breadth of Elsewhere. If you can slow them down for just a secon...no...there they go again and this one's a dance *classic*
  
  They always vehemently deny *all* rumours of unplanned pregnancies.
conversations.prefix: The Couril:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some bands just have that bon hommie. Everyone seems to get on. It's like one big, happy family.
  
  Other bands are like a couple of cougars in a big sack.
  
  Both dynamics can create equally great music. 
  
  Which will you be?
conversations.prefix: Put The Band Together:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Every band has that first gig, four rabbits, a couple of pixies and the Erlking just happen to be there. Years later 72,000 fae say they were there. 
  
  You reckon the landlord of the Crooked Staff might let you play if you can convince him of your talents.
conversations.prefix: Convince the landlord to give you a gig:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trolls didn't make good wizards but that hadn't stopped Murguk *trying*. After many years of concentration he had finally managed to create a finger of flame. 
  
  
  Happy with his efforts he had decided to open an inn instead.
conversations.prefix: Murguk - Landlord of the Crooked Staff:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Don't give us none of your aggravation
  
  We had it with your discipline
  
  The Summer Knight's a sight when fighting 
  
  Get a little action in
  
conversations.prefix: The Next Five Minutes Are Crucial:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Powerful rejuvenator and augmentor - Causes massive sadness once it wears off.
conversations.prefix: Pixie Dust ( Blue ) (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not a place as such, FayTube is a fairy sub realm accessed through the magical powers of pink pixie dust. A realm of hallucinations and strange noises recent refinements have allowed fairies to control these hallucinations and in effect up load musical performances there for later play back.
conversations.prefix: FayTube:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The fairy formerly known as Lily used to be with Lily and the Ladybugs. Last seen snuggling up to an unseelie bass player from Darkhollow, "Lillithe" is now back with a new band "Lillithe and the Layabouts" and has discovered EMO.
conversations.prefix: Lillithe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Home of the unseelie fae, the forests are full of  bogies, bogles, boggarts, abbey lubbers and buttery spirits. 
  
  Only a brave fae would travel these woods alone and would need a good reason to do so.
conversations.prefix: Darkhollow:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: gg
conversations.prefix: Mr Cramlin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gold is in short supply since the great leprechaun robbery of '567
  
  This one is shiny, it's gold and it's yours. Don't spend it all at once. 
  
  If you get another one they can keep each other company.
conversations.prefix: A Single Gold Coin (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Recently recovered from his horrific stage accident where he had the stupidity to set not only his guitar but himself on fire. Scrob is not exactly your usual Fay EMO guitarist but having a troll around is useful.
  
  
  Equally at home firing a mean riff out of his Fairy Stratosphere as punching heads off cows.
conversations.prefix: Hundrek:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lillithe is unbearable, the ogre stinks, the troll is rude, the gremlin keeps appearing behind the ladies and pulling their hair and to make matters worse the band are **really good**.
  
  And then Scrob starts singing..
conversations.prefix: Get through this gig without losing your gig next week:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As far as ogres go Cromlaine wasn't so bad....
  
  Hahaaha, who am I kidding.
  
  There are *no* good ogres. There aren't even ogres that you can say  "You know it isn't his fault, he had a tough upbringing." It was **all** *entirely* his fault.
  
  
  Cromlaine bites the heads off fairies for fun, brushes the crumbs off with brownies and has pixies for dessert. 
  
  He'll snap you in half for thinking about politely asking for permission to *look* at him.
conversations.prefix: Cromlaine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While the two Fae didn't appear to be in any danger, the stories about the Couril were legendary. The two could end up exhausted or worse...
conversations.prefix: Save the two Fae from the Couril:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's all well and good dancing all night, but then you end up sleeping all day and in a foul mood or worse!
conversations.prefix: Save The Ladies From the Couril:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: So, things were looking good and then a slight "clash of cultures" occurred. What happens next?
  
conversations.prefix: War and Peace:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Normally a big vaguely human looking fellow with wild hair and big, ugly teeth, but also a 14 foot tall tusked, clawed ogre-like creature.  And also a draft-horse.
conversations.prefix: Buggane:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's all about the sound, and making it new, and making it right.  You'll do anything, try anything, for a new melody, a new tone, a new effect.
conversations.prefix: Experimenter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tears are running
  They're all running down your dress
  And your friends, baby
  They treat you like a guest
  
  Don't you want somebody to love?
  Don't you need somebody to love?
  Wouldn't you love somebody to love?
  You better find somebody to love
conversations.prefix: Somebody to Love:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You look like an angel / You sing like an angel / You smell like the Devil. 
  --Andrew Huang
  
  The Devil smells like hot, hot temptation, by the way. That's what that line means. Geez.
conversations.prefix: Sing like an Angel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Generally employed as roadies for their uncanny ability to tidy up after a gig without being noticed, some brownies have never the less gone on to be valuable performers in their own right. Though their propensity to vanish when the audience takes notice of their performance can be a problem.
conversations.prefix: Brownie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You feel comfortable and confident in your abilities as a performer - right up until you're standing in front of an audience. Then your knees turn to jelly and you forget the words.
conversations.prefix: Stage Fright:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Softly, deftly, music shall surround you
  feel it, hear it, closing in around you.
  
  The pefect sound is out there. You just have to find it before someone else does.
conversations.prefix: Chord Crazy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You think pixies are bad news? Redcaps spell the big, bad, evil guy kind of trouble that sends the lesser fae running. No one's better to have at your back though, just keep your distance at feeding time.
conversations.prefix: Redcap:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: FAMEFame
  I want to live forever (tick)
  
  I wanna learn how to fly, high! (tick).
  
  Well you have those covered but it would be nice if people sang your songs in the shower.
conversations.prefix: Fame:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: "But...But...you're a badger..."
  
  "Yes, yes, I think we've all succumbed to the weight of that particular truth by now, dear boy."
conversations.prefix: Eloquent Badger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It isn't easy trying to manage the PR of a Motley of Rock Stars. 
  Throw Fae Blood into the mix, and only the most courageous of speakers need apply.
conversations.prefix: Diplomatic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "After all, chap, I am descended from a long line of NOT particularly eloquent badgers."
conversations.prefix: Tempermental:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are the kind of person who sends thank-you notes and always says "you're welcome" even when other people are rude. Elderly folks and customer service representatives love you.
conversations.prefix: Perfectly Polite:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: But I can feel the sweet illusion coming/
  Sweet confusion, honey/
  Sweet illusion coming down/
  And I ain't got nothing but love for you now
  
  --Ryan Adams and the Cardinals
conversations.prefix: Fairy Glamour:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: D'awww... she's so little! And will you look at those giant blue eyes?
conversations.prefix: Adorable:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a sensitive artist, with a strong capacity for empathy and a reasonable gentle nature.  But let's face it, you are a buggane.  A buggane's typical pursuits include tearing fool's heads off, crushing the bones of your enemies, and general mayhem.
conversations.prefix: Ferocity Restrained:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Most fairies are made of wonder and glamour and all thing nice. Yet hidden in the shadows the color you'll find those of more nefarious spice. While not the best bed fellows of their more beautiful brethren, monsters like the company of others with venom.
conversations.prefix: Nightmares:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Buggane's aren't known for their self-control when it comes to not indulging in the finer comestibles the world has to offer.  And they have a preference, one might say a particular taste for, foods that can hold a conversation with them before being eaten.
conversations.prefix: Cravings and Hungers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is only one thing in the world you really care about. Someone just messed with it.
  
  You are no longer a brownie, you're a tiny rage machine. 
  
  There's probably no hope of diplomacy, but at least your tiny fists of fury won't do much damage.
conversations.prefix: Waking the Dragonfly: