AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

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[evocationary]

[hello cetus, she's just waiting with her chin in her palm, elbow on the counter.]

Your stunning company, yes.

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Well, then I'm flattered.

[evocationary]

Do you wanna walk with me?

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I'm glad you're now feeling well enough to. Where to?

[evocationary]

Oh, yeah, that healing is a hell of a thing. Magic. Or whatever.

Did you heal me? I was, uh, super dead, and you all have... y'know, uniforms. [she'll lead them to the Aurora Barealis!]

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I imagine it is rather hard to tell us apart at a glance. But yes, Claude requested healing for you on Thursday.

[they will follow...]

[evocationary]

Oh. What a good boy he is. [she sounds touched, a little?]

I hope you didn't make him do something too terrible.

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[lightly amused]

I can't discuss what I made him do, but rest assured he only grumbled a little over it.

[evocationary]

I should really make him dinner. [she says, thoughtfully.

anyway, she climbs up to the stage to sit at the piano.]

[guestservices]

I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

[they watch her.]

... Do you play?

[evocationary]

No. I mean, not... not this. I play violin, though.

[she presses a key or two.] Do you play anything?

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I'm afraid I'm not blessed with any particular musical talents...

[evocationary]

I could teach you, if you wanted?

[ding, ding, ding. actually she - haha, she plays this. slowly.]

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Sure, why not? It never hurts to pick up a hobby.

[evocationary]

Cool beans. How much do you know about music at all? Come here.

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I can read the notes, at least.

[they head on over.]

[evocationary]

Oh, so you can do music. [she shifts over on the bench to let them sit?]

I'm no good at the piano stuff but uh, I know the theory! My fingers just don't do the thing real good.

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[they sit down.]

I suppose it does take a fair amount of dexterity.

[evocationary]

[she winks. at them. i'm sorry.]

Oh, no, I've got the dexterity. Did you not see me finger a dude to life yesterday?

[guestservices]

[dryly]

Ah, yes. How could I forget?

[evocationary]

[sorry she thinks she's hysterical]

Whew! Whew boy. Anyway. I meant uh, more that I just don't know how to get my fingers to do notes on these. Never was very intuitive, but uh, Barry...

[a pause.] Well. Barry is good at it.

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... Barry?

[evocationary]

... Long story. Short story is he's my ex.

[she rubs at her neck.]

He's a good piano player. We used to duet.

[guestservices]

Ah. I hope it's not too awkward of a memory, then.

[evocationary]

It's not bad. [...] I can't just run from it, anyway.