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[vivace_ultimate]

WHO: Vivace, bluebell, and whoever comes by.
WHERE: bluebell pasture
WHEN: various times of the day

[Vivace, the piano freak, got her piano and the first thing she did was sit down at it.]

It really worked! I'm so happy!

[soon, piano music is playing from there, almost non-stop. If you're not already bluebell, it could be a good excuse to investigate, right?]

[Music you would hear in the morning:

Simple warm-up pieces.

Closer to noon:

Fully warmed up, time to show off just a bit.

Winding down the day:

More slow, meaningful, and somber music.]

...

[She might need to be reminded to stop and eat. Or given requests?? Whatever.]

Comments

[heavyliesthecrown]

You play such lovely music, Vivace-san.

[vivace_ultimate]

Thank you, Crescendo! I'm just so happy it's back... I would've gotten a little stir-crazy without it.

...Though I feel a little guilty for taking the first request for my selfish wish. Can I play you anything, at least?

[heavyliesthecrown]

Please do not worry so. All of us seem rather linked to music. Simply enjoy it. To all of us, it is something of a gift. Even I would like to try my hand at playing a little.

[He will find somewhere to... try and sit down in order to listen, however.]

Perhaps play me your favorite song? Music communicates a great deal. Where words might falter, one can express their emotions and feelings through music.

[At least... that seems correct in his head, for some reason.]

So I am sure I will come to understand you more through listening to your favorite.

1/3

[vivace_ultimate]

Gosh... my absolute favorite? I love so many. I could never choose just one.

But... hm... give me a moment, I'll think of the best piece for this situation.

2/3

[vivace_ultimate]

...

[face scrunched as she thinks it over.]

3/3

[vivace_ultimate]

Ah, okay! Something lively, but vaguely haunting, and a mix of various styles. Scott Joplin's "Bethena." I think it works as a metaphor for our situation here.

--But, don't just listen. Watch my hands and how I play it. That's part of being able to experience music live.

[She flexes her fingers and sets them on the keys...

...before starting.]

[heavyliesthecrown]

[He would have closed his eyes to simply listen but watches as she requests. He remains politely quiet until she finishes and politely claps.]

Your knowledge in the piano is clearly quite advanced. That was lovely.

[finalbows]

_{[ manifesting during schubert's serenade, abso-fucking-lutely. and at the end of the song, as it's dying down to match the dwindling sunlight, ]}

Brava, brava! _{[ clap clap clap. the call's coming from atop the Bluebell barn - wherein the Angel Devil is roosting like a bird, taking in the music AND the cool evening breeze. ...how did he get up there... ]} What a piece! My soul was surely swayed with its eb and flow...!

[vivace_ultimate]

...Oh, thank you! [she's a little run down at that point but the applause perks her back up.] Were you there all along?

[The praise makes her blush, at least.]

That's... that's really high praise. Thank you so much. [she sniffs, clearly emotionally moved.]

[literal_trainwreck]

[cleaned up and in fresh clothes today! he waits until she's between pieces before setting down an improvised cloth sack]

Figs.

[vivace_ultimate]

Oh, Loki!

[she immediately moves to set down the piano key cover. No food near the piano!]

Thank you for coming by! Any developments... so to speak?

[literal_trainwreck]

[small shrug]

Nothing new. Our team is planning to abstain from the vote.

[vivace_ultimate]

Yes...

[she nods]

It's the most logical thing to do, isn't it? Stormy is having fun trolling us. And Blossom's behavior does not exactly inspire confidence.

[literal_trainwreck]

It's an acceptable intersection between logic and spite.

[a beat]

You're quite skillful with that piano.

[vivace_ultimate]

Oh, thank you! Some people say I've got a 'natural talent,' but it's not true. I just... practice. A lot. Yesterday was the first day in a long time I can remember I went a day without.

[smile transitions to become a little more awkward.]

--I guess I feel a little hypocritical though. I was the one who said 'let's find a way out!' and here I am, just practicing.

[It's harder when there's no obvious "ESCAPE ROUTE!" signs.]

[survivaltricks]

[as promised, Lupin shows up to listen. he is quiet as she plays, and it is only in between songs that he speaks]

You're really talented.

[vivace_ultimate]

[He doesn't have to wait long, she transitions out of her last piece to a generic little ending.]

Thank you! I'm glad you came by, Lupin.

Would you care to join me?

[survivaltricks]

[a bit surprised at the offer]

Ah. . . I don't know how to play.

[vivace_ultimate]

[She looks him directly in the face. Then she reaches two fingers back to the piano keys, and plays a little recognizable tune, without looking back.]

Just two fingers. You know what song it is already, don't you?

[survivaltricks]

[oh my god]






Are you Rick Rolling me?

[plied_magic]

[around lunchtime, Chord is going to bring lunch to Vivace]

Don't forget to have lunch. I don't know about you, but I don't notice I'm hungry when I'm focusing on things.

[lunch may be mostly vegetables, and whatever people have hunted.]

[vivace_ultimate]

Ah! Careful! Food and drink is kryptonite to piano.

[She'll takes her hands off and move the cover down, post-haste, in the middle of the piece she was playing.]

[plied_magic]

I'll stand clear if you take a break to eat.

[is doing so; even brought a blanket for improptu picnic.]

[vivace_ultimate]

I... probably should, yes.

[her hunger catches up to her now that she had to stop for a moment.]

Afterward, I'll play you something nice.

[plied_magic]

Thank you. I'd love to hear it. If I had my supplies, I'd make you something.