AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

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[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?

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[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.

[guestservices]

Fair enough. The nature of a long lifespan seems like running away would be rather troublesome, in the end.

[evocationary]

You're right. [she absently plays a few notes.]

I have no idea how long I'm going to live for. Forever, maybe.

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[they tap a key or two.]

Are your kind generally immortal?

[evocationary]

We live a long time. Elves, I mean, like, hundreds of years, but even elves die. Liches don't, though.

[guestservices]

Ah, right... Your undead state, correct?

[evocationary]

That's the one. Ripped my soul right out of my body.

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[my notifs

they hum.]

Does the idea of immortality excite or scare you?

[evocationary]

[YOUR NOTIFS]

... Both? Both. Exciting to see what's next, scary to... lose everything I had.