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Re: Mansion: Winning Your Spurs

Postby Ryadian » Apr 10, 2019 7:05 pm

"I'm Faye Brixton. Nice to meet you." Under the circumstances, that felt like a lie, but she also wanted to try to reassure the young man. Reassured that they were both all right, she turned back to the rest of the group and started trying to do a mental count of who all was there. She saw Molly, both Baxters, Miss Nordin... no red-haired man with the violin, though, and no Dr. Milner. But in hindsight, she couldn't remember who all had been there at the exact moment of the flash of light.

"Is everyone here that was at the party?"
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Re: Mansion: Winning Your Spurs

Postby aileth » Apr 11, 2019 12:34 am

Molly cast a glance around.

"It looks like that's everyone, Faye, except possibly Dr Milner. But he wasn't in the room when whatever happened, happened. Do you have any idea of what's going on? All I know, is that I had nothing to do with it, this time."

"Anthony went into that place there," she continued, pointing to the tavern. "You can hear the music more clearly now, and his violin, too."
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Re: Mansion: Winning Your Spurs

Postby Blackstar » Apr 14, 2019 1:37 pm

"I d-don't know. I came i-in late w-with my p-parents and d-didn't really l-look around." Zake wasn't sure if the question was for him or someone else, but he didn't want there to be an awkward silence.
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Re: Mansion: Winning Your Spurs

Postby Lady Arwen » Apr 15, 2019 10:02 pm

“Name’s Benjamin Monroe, this here is Grace Tzu,” Benjamin said amicably, guiding Anthony to a barstool between them. He waved his fingers in the air, and Hugh nodded.

“Pleasure,” Grace said, accepting a beer from Hugh. The bartender placed another in front of Benjamin, and a third before Anthony.

“So what brings you to Original?”
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Re: Mansion: Winning Your Spurs

Postby Meltintalle » Apr 16, 2019 7:01 am

Anthony set his violin back in its case and fastened the lid--all jokes about insurance aside, he had made the mistake of trying to pick it up before it was latched in the past and didn't want to repeat the experience.

"Research," he told Benjamin. "I'm working on a paper on immigrant heritage and how traditional songs are adapted into new circumstances. I'd never even considered available instruments as a factor until I met Harry!"

Picking up the glass, Anthony took a drink, trying to decide if it tasted anything like what he'd imagined a drink in an old frontier town should be. It might take some getting used to, he thought, but it wasn't bad. He took another. "It could change the entire paper, actually. You have a piano--an instrument that's difficult to transport, but which can provide an entire range of sound and percussion--and a kazoo which is the ultimate in portable music. But they're both easy enough instruments to learn, unlike, say, the bagpipes. Is this the extent of your musical talent in town, or does everyone play?"

Harry had knocked back his drink like it was nothing, so Anthony went for a third sip. "Oh! And thank you for inviting me to play with you. Such an honor!"
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Re: Mansion: Winning Your Spurs

Postby Lady Arwen » Apr 17, 2019 12:22 am

Benjamin and Grace exchanged a look as Anthony explained his research, and Grace shrugged. They listened intently, and both knocked back their drinks while pondering his question.

"Depends," Grace said slyly. "What do you call music?"

"If you call shootin' cowbells music, a good handful of us do," Benjamin chuckled. "But past that, most of us rather listen to somebody else play. Our little Bernadette, though, she's taken a liking to playing some little guitar that got left at the station a while back. What did Harry call it, Grace?"

"Mandolin," she said. "Harry's been teachin' her. Says his fingers are too big for it. Bit surprising, though, since he manages to get his fingers into most pies around here."

"I resent that," Harry said indignantly. "I am quite respectful of folks' pies."

"To be sure ya are, 'long as they're insured."

"I do appreciate another musician in town," Harry said, ignoring Grace's last jab. "It's good to have some fresh ears, especially ones that aren't tone deaf."
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