Day 88:: Can you hear me, I know I'm just a whisper...

[bastionpc]

Who: Everyone!
Status: Open
When: Day 88
Where: The Bastion
What: NPC and PC mingling
Format: Action
Warnings: None

[The excitement of the day before moves in to the quiet of the day after in the Bastion. It's fairly calm after all that, and the two new arrivals have been mostly healed. Current residents will find the once-armored woman bandaged still but in surprisingly good spirits, and the male with the guitar skittish and likely to jump at the smallest thing.

This would be a good point to talk to them, other NPCs or even your fellow NPCs.]

Comments

[bastionpc]

Quite true! Music is a wonderful thing for that!

[Kelly shakes his head and offers Night another smile. He was getting along with her surprisingly well, for how panicked he had been before.]

No, not at all! I didn't want to interrupt your work.

[nightchan]

[Thank God. She'd hate for someone to be fearful of her like that...]

Don't worry about it. I like meeting new people. Especially those that entertain my silly requests!

[bastionpc]

[Well she is making him feel welcome, circumstances not withstanding]

Music is hardly ever a silly request.

[whoops that was a dopey grin]

[nightchan]

Heh... [She shrugs, looking down as rubs her hands together.] I wish I knew more songs. I only remember one and that one my friend taught me when we were young.

[bastionpc]

Hm. Well then, how about we make a deal? You teach me what songs you know, and I'll sing for you whenever you need a good pick me up?

[nightchan]

A-Ah, but I only know one song! And it's a children's song... [Although the song did mean a great deal to her...]

... But if it's really alright with you I would love that.

[bastionpc]

I'd still love to learn it, if you're willing to teach?

[nightchan]

Well... Alright.

[She blinks.]

When would you like me to, ah... teach you?

[bastionpc]

Well... whenever, love. It's not as if I'm busy. Though if you are, I'm fine with waiting.

[nightchan]

Hmm... [She turns back to pulling at weeds slowly, fingers digging deep into the dirt. After a moment of silence she starts to hum a tune which then develops into a song. Her voice cracks at some of the higher pitches and pausing at one or two verses, but she finishes it quietly.]

... Sorry. I don't remember it that well.

[bastionpc]

[he listens to her intently, arms draped over his guitar]

That's alright. You have a pretty voice. Can't say I'm very good with other languages but I can give it a good try!