Day 127 | Open :: I stared up at the sun

[orzelbialy]

Who: Frederic and anyone else who comes across him moping about
Open: Open
When: Day 127
Where: The lake on the other side of the Dragonfield
What: Frederic really wants his piano, but he's short the shards required for it. This is very distressing for Mr. Chopin.
Format: action
Warnings: Overly dramatic composers

[Composing a song was just one step in many While Frederic was more than happy to find that his skills hadn't atrophied any in the time he had spent in the other world and the time he had been in this new one, he was equally as distressed that he couldn't actually do anything beyond put the notes to paper.

Not getting to play his beloved piano was beginning to become a point of physical duress for him, and he had no idea how to handle it. He had never been away from the keys of his favored instrument for so long.

To say as much to anyone, though, was a wretched thought he didn't want to entertain. How weak he must appear to them all, finding something as petty as the lack of a musical instrument to moan and whine over when they were living on the edges of a ruined world!

But that didn't stop him from withdrawing himself from others to go find a place to sulk about it, because what else could he do?

Some survivors might hear an odd occasional sigh coming from the small lake that led in to the river that bordered the Dragonfield, and if they cared to investigate it the would find a certain composer lying on his back, staring at the odd colored sky above.]

Comments

[heptagram]

Oh. Well, we all get like that sometimes, I guess.

[She doesn't show it, but she misses her library very badly.]

[orzelbialy]

I suppose so, yes. I'm not fond of letting such moods take me, but it can only be struggled against so much before one gives in to the feelings freely.

[If he knew he would echo similar sentiments.]

[heptagram]

I guess so.

[Patchouli's really good at hiding it, though. Frederic's not likely to learn about the library for a while.]

So, what's causing you such grief?

[orzelbialy]

[Frederic only wishes he was that good at hiding it.]

It's nothing terribly earth shattering, I assure you.

[heptagram]

Well, alright.

[Jeez, fine. If you don't tell her, she can't make fun of you help you. God, Fred, you are such a selfish little bastard, aren't you.]

[orzelbialy]

[The most selfish.]

I lack a piano with which to play and compose here. As simple as that may sound, my entire life revolved around such things before I came here.

[heptagram]

[God, is he ever.]

A piano?

[She's trying real hard to contain a snicker.]

Okay. To be honest, that can't be too difficult to get hold of. [Come on, she gets like 30 shards a day, you can do it.] Unless it has to be a specific piano.

[orzelbialy]

I would prefer the last piano I owned, if that was at all possible. If it absolutely cannot be that one, any grand piano will suffice.

[He's only going out about every three days because honestly it's a little exhausting for him to do more than that.]

[heptagram]

That would be awfully difficult, if possible at all. [Especially without any sort of description associated with it.]

[orzelbialy]

[He could give a description, but he's already thinking this would be easier if he wasn't so bloody picky.]

I was afraid of that...

[heptagram]

[Naturally.]

Sorry. It can't be helped. But any grand piano? That can't be too hard. Maybe time-consuming, but not hard.

[orzelbialy]

No, I understand. I'm used to having unreasonable standards...

[He lets out a sigh]

I wouldn't have the skill to tune or repair it myself so all I would hope for would be to have one in working condition, properly tuned.

[heptagram]

Then... we will likely need someone who can tune it sometime down the line, won't we?

[She doesn't know how, but she could learn.]

[orzelbialy]

Wouldn't something of that delicate nature take years to learn? Of course a good piano won't lose it's tune so quickly, but it seems like a high order, to become talented in such a thing so rapidly.