FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Priscilla design was adopted from PrettyPinkPony on FurAffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/prettypinkpony

Once Sicily and Priscilla got to the room, Sicily closed the door and spun her chair over to her computer, scooting her sketchbook aside. She tweaked a couple of wires in the back of the system to make sure everything was properly connected, then, once she had adjusted the speakers proper, she reached over for the "mouse".

"Now, the music I'm about to play for you, it's to die for," Sicily said brightly.

Priscilla looked uncertain, "It's not really dangerous, is it?"

"Figure of speech," Sicily replied.

Sicily pulled up an app on her screen, and clicked a few times; found a song she liked, and pressed play.

By now, Priscilla had begun to pick up on the idea of what speakers were, but she still wasn't sure how they worked. As the sound began to come out of them, she picked one up and inspected it, tapped a few places. But not seeing any indication of what caused it to go, she returned it to its place. Kind of. Sicily reached over and straightened it.

Once Sicily could skip the pesky ad, she did.

The music that followed picked up immediately with an interesting sort of rhythm that seemed strange to Priscilla, but also instantly caught her attention. Then the voice started in, kind of an odd sort of voice, but also with a strange sort of catch to it.

"Do people actually sound like that?" Priscilla asked.

"I don't think so," Sicily said, pausing for a moment in thought, "I think they do it just for the song."

"Why?" Priscilla asked.

Sicily just shrugged, more invested in the music than talking. She began giving her hips a swing as the music picked up.

Priscilla listened for a moment, then...

"DANCE FOR ME DANCE FOR ME DANCE FOR ME, O-O-OH!"

"Oh!" Priscilla realized, "This is the song you were listening to on the way to the park."

"Yep!" Sicily said proudly, still swaying her hips to the tune.

Priscilla watched Sicily's dancing, but said nothing. Her roommate was certainly an odd sort, but Priscilla couldn't quite say she disliked the song either. The lyrics were a bit hard to follow, but she couldn't deny the overall song had a bouncy appeal.

"What does it mean?" Priscilla asked finally.

Sicily stopped her dancing and a reached over to pause the music, thinking a moment.

"You know, I really don't know," she replied finally, "It doesn't really much matter though, music is more about how you feel more than anything, the lyrics are kind of just there."

"I guess?" Priscilla answered, not really getting it at all.

Sicily turned the music back on and presumed her dancing, throwing in some new moves as the song progressed to keep it fresh. She turned to Priscilla. "Come on, join in!"

"AND WHEN YOU'RE DONE, I'LL MAKE YOU DO IT ALL AGAIN. DANCE FOR ME DANCE FOR ME DANCE FOR ME, O-O-OH!"

Priscilla glanced at Sicily uncertainly, but tried anyway. She managed to get in a few awkward movements, but nothing that'd constitute as anything that'd be considered real dancing. Sicily however had all all the moves figured out!

When the music was done, Sicily spun around, holding out her wings at uneven angles, proudly.

"So? What'dya think?"

"Well... It was nice?" Priscilla said uncertainly. That wasn't the right word.

Sicily's expression changed, "What was wrong with it? Ugh! Don't tell me you think my mom is right! It's not that worse song ever written mom, okay?! There are worse ones!"

"No, no," Priscilla replied quickly, "It's just not the kind of sound I'm used to. At least I don't think it is."

Sicily looked at Priscilla with immediate curiosity.

"Well, what kind of music are you familiar with?"

Priscilla turned away, self-conscious, "Well, I'm not exactly sure. It's kind of old... I'm not even sure it exists anymore. Do you think the memory of that music could survive so long? You know, past generations and generations of... extinction?" She flinched.

"Relax," Sicily said, resting a wing on her dinosaur companion's talons, "Sometimes you just have to feel it".

Priscilla closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Okay," she said finally.

With that, Priscilla reached up and plugged her nose with her talons; she let out a little blow. In a second, her head ornament gave a little honk. Priscilla followed it up with another, and another, honking along a little tune, giving a little dance as she tottled from foot to foot, thumping heavily on Sicily's mother's ceiling.

"What's going on up there?!" Sicily's mother shouted, "You sound like you brought in a herd of elephants!" Honestly, that wouldn't be far from the truth.

Priscilla finished her dance and turned to Sicily, giving her a shy smile. "How was that?"

Sicily was speechless.

"Well, it was different, that's for sure." She managed after a moment.

Priscilla's face fell.

"Oh, relax," Sicily said, giving Priscilla another pat, "Music is about how you feel, just have fun with it. Here, let me try another."

Sicily spun back to the computer and pulled up another song, hitting play.

A few lines of incoherent babble came out of the speaker, then a moment later-

"아파트, 아파트, 아파트, 아파트, 아파트, 아파트, UH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH..." Sicily was immediately up and dancing.

Then, without warning, the song went on some tangent about some kissy face, and Priscilla was left thoroughly flabergasted.

"Hold up, this is where it gets good!" Sicily told her.

Just then- "DON'T YOU WANT ME LIKE I WANT YOU, BABY? DON'T YOU NEED ME LIKE I NEED YOU NOW?..."

Woah, that was weird, Priscilla thought off-gaurd, the song had suddenly turned into a completely different thing, giving it a catch that Priscilla hadn't been expecting.

Sicily caught Priscilla's expression and a wide smile rose on her beak, "See, I told you it was cool."

As the song dropped back into it's "아파트" mantra, Priscilla could feel her feet beginning to tap a little bit. Priscilla still didn't have the confidence to dance at the moment, but as the song continued, she did allow herself to sway to the tune ever so slightly, careful not to knock anything over with her tail, just taking in the music.

The song ended, and Sicily fell back on her bed with a laugh.

"See, wasn't that great?"

"It was a little all over the place," Priscilla admitted.

"You gotta love it for that," Sicily said.

Priscilla didn't argue.

But before they could say anything more, the next song hit autoplay, and as a strange skipping beat started, Sicily burst upright and rushed to the computer to stop it.

"Not Two of Hearts!" She exclaimed, "Saoirse has been trying to get that song to grow on me ever since that Ski Trip, but I've told her, it's not my thing."

Priscilla looked at her, confused. "Well, your music isn't exactly 'my thing', but that doesn't mean it can't grow on me."

Sicily turned to look at her friend, and an expression lightened on her face. "Maybe you're right," she admitted after a moment with a cluckle, "Perhaps I just haven't given it enough of a chance. But it's not from my time." She shrugged defensively.

Priscilla tapped her talons together awkwardly, then, "Neither am I."

Sicily went silent. She turned to look at Priscilla and could see a little but of her anxiety returning to her. She gave her a smile. "You know what, you are now."

She gave Priscilla a hug until she felt her nerves begin to settle again.

Sicily turned back to the computer.

"Here, why don't I let you choose the music for a bit."

"Okay..." Priscilla said, moving to look at the computer.

Priscilla glanced over at the thumbnails a minute, but she had no idea what any of them meant.

"What's that one?" She asked finally, pointing.

"They call that one Pink Pony Club," Sicily replied.

"Oh, that actually sounds kind of nice," Priscilla said, not really sure why, because she didn't know what a club was - or even a pink pony for that matter. Weren't those something similar to those "horseshoes" or whatever, Sicily had told her about. Did they come in Pink?

Sicily shrugged, then hit play. They listened through the song, and Priscilla stood there taking it in thoughtfully.

There was something calming about listening to music, she realized. Even though the sounds were foreign to Priscilla, they felt so full of life - that the people behind them were trying to make the best of life - that they were alive.

Priscilla looked at her talons. She was alive too. Long beyond her own time, after she had long faded from even being a memory, here she was, alive. It was scary, and she didn't know how she was supposed to live, but still she was here.

Sicily looked at her. "You good big gal?"

Priscilla looked down at her, the sense of calm settling on her. She knew she still had a lot to process here in the future beyond her time, and she guessed sometimes her anxiety would become more than she could handle, but right now, she had Sicily here, a friend.

"Yeah," Priscilla said, "Just... Thank you for taking me in."

Then the big parasaur gave the chicken a strong hug.

Sicily was startled for a moment by the strength of the hug, but after a moment, she relaxed, letting a wing rest on her talons. "I'm here for you, Big Gal."

Once the hug was over, Priscilla let her go, and Sicily spun back to the computer.

"Now, I got a whole big playlist to finish playing for you. You ready?"

Priscilla shrugged, a light smile on her face.

"Let's do it."

Sicily hit play.