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[Harlan would rather stick to text, but it sounds like that'd be pretty pointless. Plus she clearly needs this, so. Hey.]
Yeah, I can hear you. Did you lose your vision? If it's part of the event, it's temporary. It'll come back soon.
[He's hoping, anyway. This event feels like it's been going on for forever.]
You like music? [Time to shoot the shit as a distraction!]
Yeah, I can hear you. Did you lose your vision? If it's part of the event, it's temporary. It'll come back soon.
[He's hoping, anyway. This event feels like it's been going on for forever.]
You like music? [Time to shoot the shit as a distraction!]
Hey. Hey it's okay. Do you need someone to come get you?
[Well, this doesn't sound creepy at all. But still, there's something in her plea that reminds him of his sister. She heard things other people didn't too, scattered in her mind. Bah, this is what he gets for actually possessing a heart.]
Do you like music? I can play something for you if you'd like. Might help to focus on that instead of what you're going through.
Do you like music? I can play something for you if you'd like. Might help to focus on that instead of what you're going through.
I did go blind. Are you sure it'll be temporary? It's hard to tell the days apart. It seems like it should be over by now.
[A pause and she sounds slightly less sad.]
Yeah, I like music. I like my harpsichord and the theremin. And some pop music too. What about you? You like music?
[A pause and she sounds slightly less sad.]
Yeah, I like music. I like my harpsichord and the theremin. And some pop music too. What about you? You like music?
I just need people to talk to me. I don't want to bother anyone too much.
Believe me, going to get somebody is the least bothersome thing I've ever done. Are you sure you don't want actual company?
I do like music. I play the harpsichord. What do you play?
[Lance can't talk at all, and if Abigail is blind then texting isn't going to work. But he had the same idea that a few of the others seemed to about music, and so when he's pretty sure Rosen is at the clinic Lance takes a moment to stop by Rosen's apartment, where the piano is.
It's calming for him to play the song, and hopefully it has the same effect for her when listening.]
It's calming for him to play the song, and hopefully it has the same effect for her when listening.]
[Know how many times he's used this thing people call a 'phone' since he got here? Precisely none. It's been shoved into the bottom of a supplies pack for months, but now, with his ability to use a bow entirely compromised by a loss in hand-eye coordination, he's having to find other things to do with his time.
He has to, or he's going to lose his mind.]
I can hear you, girl. [Nil hums.] Ah, was it Abigail?
He has to, or he's going to lose his mind.]
I can hear you, girl. [Nil hums.] Ah, was it Abigail?
I could use company. Can you make it here safely? You're not affected by this event?
Not as far as I can tell, anyway. I'll be there in a few.
Yes, I'm Abigail. I remember you. Do you still hunt? Or did this thing get you too?
No problem. I figure it's easier to focus on an actual person than just a voice, anyway.
[Abigail listens to the music, letting it soothe her. She waits until he is finished playing before she speaks.] That was lovely. Thank you.
[It's difficult to answer, of course, so instead he does so with a small flourish of notes; hopefully the message of 'thank you, and you're welcome' gets across okay.]
I'm sure. [He is, though it's not doing much to ease his own anxieties.] These events always are. I doubt knowing that will help much, but it's true. It's, uh... [He takes a moment to count the days. They're all running together for him, too.] It's been about a week.
[So, should be over soon... Probably. Maybe. Who the fuck knows, honestly?]
Shit, you play those? Do you have 'em here? I've got a guitar. Hold tight a sec.
[He goes quiet for a bit, and then there's some rustling as he retrieves said guitar. He starts noodling around, not playing any melody in particular. It's just background noise for the moment.]
Pop isn't really my thing but I like some of it. What kind of pop are we talking?
[So, should be over soon... Probably. Maybe. Who the fuck knows, honestly?]
Shit, you play those? Do you have 'em here? I've got a guitar. Hold tight a sec.
[He goes quiet for a bit, and then there's some rustling as he retrieves said guitar. He starts noodling around, not playing any melody in particular. It's just background noise for the moment.]
Pop isn't really my thing but I like some of it. What kind of pop are we talking?
Oh, a little bit of everything.
[Not hyperbole. Leo naturally can play any instrument he picks up.]
My favorites are the guitar, flute, and harmonica. I was lucky to end up with my guitar still with me when I got pulled here.
[Not hyperbole. Leo naturally can play any instrument he picks up.]
My favorites are the guitar, flute, and harmonica. I was lucky to end up with my guitar still with me when I got pulled here.
It helps.
[She can live with almost anything. Knowing it will end makes it much easier to do.]
Only a week? I thought it had been longer.
[She can't help feeling a touch of disappointment at that. Only a week and she's already feeling like her father is in the darkness with her. The mention of her instrument brings her out of it.]
I play the harpsichord. I have one here. Curufin made it for me.
[She listens to him and then sits at her harpsichord, playing a few random notes.]
I liked Lorde and Katy Perry. [Mainly because she wanted to roar in her old life.] Um..and I like that Hey ho song and the song about popping tags.
[It all seems so long ago. Another life before the shrike and Hannibal.]
That's not very helpful, is it? I also like classical music.
[She can live with almost anything. Knowing it will end makes it much easier to do.]
Only a week? I thought it had been longer.
[She can't help feeling a touch of disappointment at that. Only a week and she's already feeling like her father is in the darkness with her. The mention of her instrument brings her out of it.]
I play the harpsichord. I have one here. Curufin made it for me.
[She listens to him and then sits at her harpsichord, playing a few random notes.]
I liked Lorde and Katy Perry. [Mainly because she wanted to roar in her old life.] Um..and I like that Hey ho song and the song about popping tags.
[It all seems so long ago. Another life before the shrike and Hannibal.]
That's not very helpful, is it? I also like classical music.
Even the theremin?
Do you play your guitar often? Curufin made my harpsichord. Maybe he could make you a flute or a harmonica too.
Do you play your guitar often? Curufin made my harpsichord. Maybe he could make you a flute or a harmonica too.
You're already doing a lot just by coming over.
I really can grab something on my way if you need me to.
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