Strider's Songbook

[Zephyranthes]

Kept on her person at nearly all times, this simple composition notebook contains the assorted doodles, songs, thoughts, and miscellanea of one Calypso "Strider" Hunt. Looking more at home in a classroom than a Technocrat's belongings, it is a remarkably low-tech keepsake for the pilot, and is covered in various stickers and doodles, often depicting bands, cartoons, left-wing political imagery, and in-jokes. Within the book, the pages are scribbled all over and lacking much in the way of organization or cleanliness. Notes in the margins, crossed out words, and so many doodles. It's clear the book is well-loved and well-used. Whenever inspiration strikes, she makes sure to record it within.

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The first page is dominated by nothing but drawings of middling quality. Simple sketches of tropical beaches and islands, constellations visible from Planet Curacao, fingers on a fretboard, different butterfly species... of note is one sketch of a young woman's face, half-covered in darkness. It's likely a self-portrait.

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The second page contains the lyrics to a song called "Quantum Lovebomb" alongside accompanying notes in the margins. A heart with a timer wired up to it, piercing and letting out blood from the wounds, hangs in the top right corner.

"Star-Crossed Lover Disposal Unit"
"Black Hole (In My Chest)"
"Quantum Lovebomb!!!!!!"
"Gotta be edgy"
"Needed this as teen"
"Better late than never, right?"
"Every time, I'm back in Lost"
"Toxic BPD indulgence with the girlies!"

Quantum Lovebomb

"Quantum Lovebomb"
Written by Callie Hunt

Close my eyes, there's so little to see
That you haven't already shown to me.
I've spent too much time not breathing you in,
And I can't recall a life without your sin.

Whenever I'm asking if this is right
Or if I'll even last another night,
You pick at my brain, tickle my spine
And force every word out except...
"MINE."

[Chorus]
It's intoxicating, dissipating, eliminating...
Me!
A chorus of your voice and no other choice,
Let me die and return to you!
Baby, that quantum lovebomb
Has leveled me.

I don't know where I could've gone;
A million places, sans your song.
The collar's tight, the memory's loose,
That kind of love's my kind of noose.

With every bit of self you take
To build another me, a perfect fake,
I'm wond'ring if that's all there is;
If all you wanted was my skin.

[Chorus]

[Guitar solo]

Oh, oh, oh... oh!
It's raising me! Razing me!
I wanna rip that heart out
And show the world one thing:
I'M.
STILL.
ME!

[Chorus]

[Goes all soft here, slowdown]

It hurts and it burns, but I can't keep away.
I think it should stop, but that's so hard to say.
Please... someone find me.
Please... someone fix me.
Please...

"Emo, kinda grindy... maybe some screams?"
"Distortion, industrial a little"
"Practice makes perfect"
"Lovelace girls might like this one"
"Write instruments later"

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