The Last Voyages: IC Inbox

[worthallthis]

There is no voice message here. Better hope you got the right box.

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[worthallthis]

[B goes back to playing softly while he waits, figuring even if she winds up not answering again, the music might be nice to listen to. One of the quieter pieces, looped through again when the silence continues on.

When she answers, he brings the piece smoothly to an end.]

Then it's a good thing to start with. Especially if she's somebody you felt safe with.

[cactusy]

Mmmmm.

[She sighs, and shifts; there's a rustling sound as she sits up.]

I guess it's something to think about. I can look in the... wardrobe, or whatever.

Did I wake you up?

[worthallthis]

Nah. I was up, playing.

[He lays down another couple chords in demonstration.]

Now that I got my warden key back I can come in here late at night when I'm feeling restless.

[cactusy]

You're pretty good. I... think; I don't know anything about music.

[worthallthis]

My warden suggested it, ages ago. Well. She suggested the guitar, but metal fingers don't work so well for that. I honestly thought she was crazy until I tried it.

I've been practicing for almost a decade now. So I know I've at least got these songs down.

[He starts up another quieter piece, she might even recognize this one if she's a 70s fan.]

[cactusy]

[It does sound vaguely familiar, and she lets him play in silence for a while. When he winds down that piece, though--]

I should go. Let you sleep.

[worthallthis]

You know the piano's in the art gazebo, and not my cabin, right?

[He sounds amused.]

I didn't get up and come all the way up here just while we were talking.

But I think I can sleep now, anyway. I got some good playing in. Some good conversation.

[cactusy]

Yeah. Me, too.

[Maybe.]

Night.