Day 18

[laurefindil]

[Greenhouse]

Glorfindel has been spending a lot of time in the garden, what those on the train called the greenhouse. His flowers were already starting to push up through the dirt, which he was encouraging with his light. He was also singing some songs from his old home, back when Ecthelion kept making up songs for every occasion and then getting them stuck in everyone's heads.

If anyone else is growing something in the greenhouse, it is thriving by association.

He is singing softly to his flowers as he waters them, the room is suspiciously bright.


[Cabin](For roommates to walk in on him if you want to!)
Glorfindel frowned at his bed. It was...functional, but lacked interest. If he was going to spend time here, he wanted to personalize his space more. He knew there was fabric available somewhere on the train. He wondered where he could get his hands on some, and if they had any greens and yellows, if there were sewing kits available, and what his roommates would think of custom curtains.


[Hallway]

Glorfindel stepped out into the hall, glancing out the windows at the colorful display outside. He was on a mission to find a sewing kit. He wondered where to start looking.

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[laurefindil]

"So you are a mage, then?" Glorfindel asked. "But they are usually quite sought after, I thought?"

[stealsyourheart]

"Magician." He corrects him. "I'm a showman, I don't have actual magic. My world doesn't do magic. And performing on the stage is definitely not what a good normal studious son is supposed to be doing. Not unless they're an idol singer, or a famous movie star, and even then..."

N-not that his mother cares. If anything, Phantom Lady is delighted her son is following in her footsteps. But he's aware his family is... Not Normal.

[laurefindil]

"Ah, so more slight of hand type, then!" Glorfindel said. It wasn't uncommon on his world. If magic wasn't so pervasive on the Train he might have remembered it sooner.

"Its honest work, entertaining people. Why isn't it encouraged?"

[stealsyourheart]

"Sleight of hand, illusions of all kinds!" He agrees cheerfully.

"Well, because performing isn't a stable income, you see. You're always one show short of absolute disaster. Not stable at all."

[laurefindil]

"You don't have a sponsor?" Glorfindel asked. "Or a base?" He was a little confused about how this Japan handled their bards, which an illusionist would be counted.

[stealsyourheart]

"Not unless you're really, really, really good. Or you hit some sort of lucky break on youtube or something. And it's never really secure - you've only got your platform until the next best thing comes along." He shrugs. "It's the nature of showbiz."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel frowned. "That...that is just ridiculous. Elrond, he's the lord of Imladris, sponsors several bards, and other craftsmen. The wealthy of your world are not following through in their responsibilities to their people. Providing your people with entertainment after a long day of work, rewarding them with beautiful things...this is quite odd to me."

[stealsyourheart]

"Well... people don't really have lords, these days." He shrugs. "And businesses... well, they're in it to make money, you know?"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel slowly shook his head, no, he didn't know. For all Arda's issues, capitalism wasn't one of them.

"The idea of no lords is honestly foreign to me," says the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower.

[stealsyourheart]

Kaito shrugs. "Nobility is... out of fashion, I guess? Some countries still have them. Even Japan still has our Emperor. But he's a figurehead, that's all. No actual political power."