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day 168 | "diva's" lament | open
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astrasWho: Polka, YOU
Open: Open
When: Day 168
Where: The Gazebo
What: Polka's trying to string melodies and memories together.
Format: starting in action brackets, but will adapt to anything.
Warnings: moping. yes, that's a warning.
[ Polka sat at Frederic's piano, her left hand trying to play some semblance of a melody. She wasn't much of a musician. Sure, she could probably learn if she asked for some help from Frederic, and it would be something fun for the two of them to do together, but she hadn't really thought to ask him. For now, she just felt like sitting where she was and trying to string together notes to make something remotely musical.
In her right hand, she held her special treasure.
Back during the festival, it had been her gift. Polka thought she had lost it beforehand, so it was a relief when she had it returned to her ... though it also brought more memories that she had to try and stomach without crying. She had already been missing Allegretto and everyone back home, and while the pain had gotten a little easier to bear the more time she was here, she also had to wonder if that was really okay. Maybe remembering those she lost back home was supposed to remain painful ...
The look on her face seemed pained. This was what she thought about as her hand absently pressed on the keys of the piano, the notes ringing out for all in the area to hear. ]
Open: Open
When: Day 168
Where: The Gazebo
What: Polka's trying to string melodies and memories together.
Format: starting in action brackets, but will adapt to anything.
Warnings: moping. yes, that's a warning.
[ Polka sat at Frederic's piano, her left hand trying to play some semblance of a melody. She wasn't much of a musician. Sure, she could probably learn if she asked for some help from Frederic, and it would be something fun for the two of them to do together, but she hadn't really thought to ask him. For now, she just felt like sitting where she was and trying to string together notes to make something remotely musical.
In her right hand, she held her special treasure.
Back during the festival, it had been her gift. Polka thought she had lost it beforehand, so it was a relief when she had it returned to her ... though it also brought more memories that she had to try and stomach without crying. She had already been missing Allegretto and everyone back home, and while the pain had gotten a little easier to bear the more time she was here, she also had to wonder if that was really okay. Maybe remembering those she lost back home was supposed to remain painful ...
The look on her face seemed pained. This was what she thought about as her hand absently pressed on the keys of the piano, the notes ringing out for all in the area to hear. ]