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- You'll get 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia' stuck in your head for the next week.
- You will find a turtle in your laundry.
- Just go sleep on the couch tonight. You don't want to know why.
- Hide it, no one saw!

[ Like everyone else, Lightning wasn't really sure what to think about the odd message that showed up at the front of her journal recently, but it's fairly late in the evening before she makes an appearance on there too-- publicly, without even any filters in place to exclude certain people! An unusual decision perhaps, but... here she is anyway, looking as mildly annoyed as ever as she brushes hair from her face and frowns deeply. Her words are clipped and serious. ]

A few things.

Anyone care to explain the reasoning - if any - of this experiment? [ A beat. ] Actually, I'd just like to know if there's a pattern between the words listed at the top and the sort of guidelines everyone's getting beneath them. Is there anyone looking into this?

[ No, she doesn't understand the concept of a zodiac or the point of astrological horoscopes, shut up. Something like that is a little difficult when nobody else from your world has seen stars or even the real sun in five centuries, you know!

But in any case. ]

Second, does anyone have information on something that's called... [ Another slight pause, this one perhaps a bit embarrassed? Naaaah. ] 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia'?

... Third, this creature...

[ And here is where she leans aside slightly, rustling in what's apparently an 'off-screen' cardboard box a moment before she lifts this handsome beastie up- just long enough for the journal to capture the slow, cautious paddle of its legs in the air, as well as the pink-haired woman's dubious expression as she stares at it.

Then-- nothing, save for a soft sigh. Even though something's obviously eating at her about this, apparently that's all she can think of to say on the matter before giving up and just setting her journal aside to wait for any responses.

Also, to continue moping on the couch, with roughly half a dozen blankets around her. ]

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'The Devil went Down to Georgia' is a song from my world about an...evil entity trying to make a bet with a musician where the musician will be sure to lose and have to give his soul to the Devil. The musician manages to beat the devil with superioir skill, though.

...I can play it if you really want me to.

Edited 2011-11-27 05:43 (UTC)

... I see.

[ She can't decide if that sounds stupider than what she was imagining from the scant eight syllables of the thing's lyrics she's already got a hold of: the title. ]

I already knew it's a song. I just-- don't know the words.

Easy enough to write them for you.

[And with that, Derek changes to text]

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:
"I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."

Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been."

And he played fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, now they're pickin' out dough.
"Granny, will your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

[ There's a bit of silence even after he's finished writing, while Lightning reads through the words once more in full. In her opinion? Utterly bizarre... although at least now she's got assistance in avoiding the repetition of the same damn brief line over and over and over-- the journal said it would be a week. It had better just be a week...! ]

Thanks... I think.

You're welcome, I guess. Why did you need to know about the song?

[ A sigh- she doesn't really want to admit it here, but considering he went through the trouble of remembering and writing out that whole song, perhaps she owes him an explanation, right? She guesses. ]

The tune's been stuck in my head. [ And since no that doesn't really make sense considering she just mentioned never actually hearing it before-- ] Courtesy of the Malnosso this week.

Huh.

Well, at least it's a decent song. Could have been worse. You'll probably be sick of ti by the end of the week though.

Tried singing something else you like better? Dunno if it would help, but it does sometimes.

[ She's already sick of it- "decent" is definitely a bit subjective here. ]

I'm not sure much is going to 'help' here, but I'll try what I can.

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