.played one of my archtops into the katana mini amp-what a lovely sound… played about an hour and a half or so, had a couple nice conversations too. want to figure out how to run the amp on a “phone-charger”. need to convert 5vdc(center positive} to 9vdc, center negative but that can be done. all in all , I*m making a good transition into the world of sidewalk performing. we will see how long the weather co-operates…..
It’s safe to say that New York City is one of the most used settings for roleplays nowadays, along with California and Florida. However, many people often make various mistakes whenever they do that. There are also many misconceptions that they add into their plot which makes things sound unrealistic – and that shouldn’t be what you’re aiming for. Therefore, I’m going to list and correct innocent mistakes that people make whenever they use NYC as a setting.
Or, a satirical guide on using New York City as a setting.
Darcy does not skimp on Steve’s re-education on the modern world; she grudgingly explains higher math concepts, shows him at home science experiments that she got from YouTube, debates with TV announcers about national and foreign politics.
But she lavishes him in the arts.
Museums, public art, sidewalk performers, poetry, essays, dance, and, because Tony Stark feeds her “education” budget, musicals.
It’s a nice excuse for him to offer her his arm as they go up stairs, dress up a little nicer than perhaps he would have if they were just going to get something to eat and then marathon Orange is the New Black.
He loves how she’ll sigh wistfully during a romantic scene, fidget during an energetic number as if she wants to spring on stage her self, and then openly weep during the ballad.
“And I’m just like my country; I’m young, scrappy, and hungry. And-” Darcy hummed, tapping the edges of her laptop, shaking her head and wriggling on the couch. Steve crossed his arms, watching in amusement as Darcy finally realized he was there. Her eyes darted from her laptop to him and back for a few seconds before she lolled her head to rest on the back of the couch. “I would apologize, but we both know that’s a lie.”
“Fair enough.” Steve responded, shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
“It’s for this weeks special outing. The musical is called Hamilton and it’s based on off of the life of Alexander Hamilton.” Darcy bounced excitedly in her spot, jostling her laptop slightly, righting it deftly without breaking eye-contact.
“Hamilton? As in National Banks Alexander Hamilton?” Steve raised his eyebrows. “I guess? If you think we have to.”
“You’ll change that tune when you see it.” Darcy singsonged, closing the lid and standing with a stretch. “It’s at the Richard Rodgers at 8pm. What time do you want to meet?”
“Dinner before?” Darcy nodded at this question. “6 o’clock?”
“Sounds like a date to me.” She hip-checks him on the way out.
“Is that so, Lewis?”
“You better believe it, Rogers.”
It’s halfway through the show, Steve is leaning forward with his elbows on knees as Mrs. Reynolds comes on stage. “Oh Eliza.” It’s quiet and he doesn’t think anyone heard him, until Darcy hands him a tissue.
Comforting people was one of many things that Levi wasn’t good at, but his attempt to help Hanji feel better must have helped a little, for she was now snoring quietly with her head on his shoulder. He let her sleep, and thought about what she confided to him. He got the feeling that Nanaba, who came across as being a good friend of Hanji’s, didn’t know what he’d been told.