Seven Bells: [ACTION/WRITTEN] Hat Day.

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[Citizens of Luceti may see Archie Kennedy wandering around with a new hat today. It looks a little like something a magician would pull a rabbit out of, but he seems to be enjoying it. He'll be around town today--the library and grocery store during the day, and Good Spirits in the evening. In the afternoon, he'll sit at the fountain to pen a few words.]

I believe morale might improve if we had some sort of goodbye ceremony for those who were returned home. Not a funeral, mind you, just an occasion to remember them, celebrate their return, and hope to join them soon. Perhaps once a month or so, for everyone who left during the month. It's the little things that help one cope, sometimes.

Also, who left a note under my door? I'm afraid I can't read it, or indeed tell if it was even meant for me. I live in Building One, in the first flat on the first floor.

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[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

...you had plenty of reason, Archie. No one was happy, after that.

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[That causes hesitation, and he gives a few false starts, where it sounds like he's about to speak, before giving up.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[there's a soft sigh, and then she links her arm with his]

Alright, Archie-me-lad. We need happier things. What do you say we see about finishing that mural of yours, hmm?

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[He bounces back very well, with a smile.] That would make me very happy, Jilly. I think she needs another jib to be the Indy.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Then another jib she'll have.

[a smile] Let's swing by my building first, though. There's something that I've been meaning to show you.

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Very well. Lead on, Lady Jilly.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[once they reach her apartment, she'll ditch him momentarily in order to fetch a cassette player and a handful of tapes, before hurrying back to join him] Got it!

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[He peers at the device in her hands.] What is it?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

A cassette player. It plays music. Great for all those band-less, in need of music urges.

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It plays music? Let me hear.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[a laugh] I will, once we've got a place to plug it in.

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Where to, then?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Well, if I'm going to finish that painting of yours, maybe we should head back to your place. I'm sure you've got an outlet there, somewhere.

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Most likely. Come along, then.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[and, cassette player in hand, she would come along indeed.]

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[Once they reach his place, he flips on the lights and closes the door behind them.] Can I get you anything?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

A glass of water would be great.

[she'll just make her way along the wall, searching for an outlet until she spots one and kneels down with a triumphant 'A ha!' Plugging the device in, she'll sort through the tapes to find one to start.]

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[In the meantime, he makes his way to and from the kitchen, bringing back a glass of water. With ice, because yeah. That's still pretty awesome to him.] Here you are, Miss Coppercorn. [Speaking in that playful way he speak in when he uses someone's last name even though he is close to them.] A glass of the finest.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Mr. Kennedy. [grinning up at him and matching his faux formality in kind.]

Shall we see what you think about the wonders of modern technology, then?

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I would be most delighted.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[taking the glass of water, she sets it aside long enough to slide the first tape into place, closing the tape slot with a click.

There are a few more buttons to press as she makes sure it's rewound and the volume isn't blasting, before she hits play and a happy, solo fiddle sends an Irish Jig spiraling through the air]

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[At first, it takes him a second to process. Then, his jaw drops and an aspirated laugh escapes his throat. After a moment, there's a real laugh of delight. He is clearly impressed.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[sitting back, she watches him, her own smile widening in response to his delight. It was exactly what she'd been hoping for.

There's a nostalgia in the fiddle music as well. It's not exactly the kind of thing Geordie would play..but it's close, and it feels a little like home]

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This...Jilly, how is it doing this? It's...

[No words. He hadn't realized how badly he'd missed music until now.]

Never mind, I don't think I want to know.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[a laugh, fingers tapping to the beat of the reel] I don't know that I could really explain it well, anyway. But it's a way of capturing that moment of sound so you can listen to it over and over again. Like a painting catches what you see.

It's not magical in the same way that, say, fae folk and dream hopping are, but I think even machines have a bit of magic in them when they manage something like this.