Day 222 :: log/action spam :: [OPEN]

[amourtician]

Who: Jay and you!
Open: Open
When: Day 222
Where: around the apartments Jay's staying in, out towards the cottages, etc.
What: Jay's looking for instruments.
Format: log and action! Your choice!
Warnings: Swearing, likely. Will edit as needed.

[Jay's been bored, but he's found a way to alleviate that: he has decided he'll take up music again. This means he's been going around to people's houses and knocking politely.]

[Upon the door being opened, he'd put on his best smile and speak up.]

Darling! You wouldn't happen to have any musical instruments just, ah ... lying around unused, would you?

[Or something to that effect.]

Comments

[heptagram]

[Patchouli was incredibly surprised to have a. a guest, and b. one she didn't recognize. Also, perhaps, c. the request.]

Musical instruments?

[Patchouli paused for a moment. Oh, come on, Jay, that's an incredibly wide category of things -- and if you're, say, a flautist, a cello won't do you even a little good at all.]

Be more specific? Did you lose something? As, if you have, I highly doubt you've lost it here...

[amourtician]

[Jay rolled his eyes.]

Any instrument, darling, any will do! I prefer violins or other stringed instruments or the piano, but I shan't be able to borrow a piano!

I've lost nothing. I'm merely looking for ... something to alleviate the boredom, here.

[heptagram]

I probably couldn't move a piano, so that last part is really just as well. However, I can't say I've any musical instruments, nor have I seen any about lately.

That said, there's most definitely ways of getting hold of them anyway.

[doctor_dragoon]

[There was the sound of a soft conversation just on the other side of the door before it opened, Jay's knock answered by a slightly harassed looking Yukio with a vaguely otter-looking creature draped over his head. Probably the reason for the awkward expression if those fistfuls of hair in the Pokemon's paws are any indication.]

Ah... Not that I know of? Did you lose one?

[He smiles, and the Pokemon on his head offers up its own curious noise.]

Osha?

[amourtician]

[Jay frowns. He's been getting this response a lot.]

No, darling. Not as such. I'm merely ... looking for a violin to play.

[He peers at the Pokemon - at least he assumes it's a Pokemon. The otter looks nothing like his Espurr.]

[doctor_dragoon]

I haven't seen anything like that around, but I could ask my sister when she gets back. She'd know better than I would if something like that were available without spending shards at the Monument.

[Oshawott doesn't know what a violin is, but he's likes music. And he's very good at improvising. See how he's using his partner's head as a drum? So creative.]

Oshawott, stop that...

[ourlegends]

Um ... the only instrument I know of is the Piano over in the Gazebo. I think it's free for anyone to play.

[ Hello Jay, fancy meeting you here again. ]

[amourtician]

Oh. Er, that one won't do, darling. It's ... well, it's public. I hate performing.

[daughterofursa]

[Zuko slides open her door promptly enough at the knock, but her expression darkens the instant he addresses her as "darling."]

What do you want with anything like that?

[amourtician]

[Jay scowls at her.]

To play, darling! What else for?

[daughterofursa]

My name isn't "darling."

And how should I know? It sounds like a waste of time. [She might have been less critical if not for how she's being addressed.]

[four_quarts]

Sadly no. At the moment I'm rather lacking in even instruments that are in use.

[A rather unfortunate state to be in, really. He's been missing his lute of late.]

[amourtician]

[Jay swears.]

Nobody has any! Are violins really that rare and exotic?

[four_quarts]

Considering the current state of the world, I think most every instrument would fall under that banner now. It's a sad state of affairs.

[earthandpine]

Rosethorn opens the door, raising her eyebrows at the smile and the 'darling.' "Nothing but a simple reed pipe. You're welcome to that, but it barely qualifies as an instrument."

[amourtician]

Jay sighs, dramatically, and leans on the doorframe.

"I just want a violin!" he says. "But apparently, they don't exist in other worlds!"

/cannot remember whether her world has violins

[earthandpine]

The sigh is almost theatrical, and Rosethorn grins. Lark isn't the showy type anymore, but still, Rosethorn lived with a retired street performer for years. She's comfortable enough around Lark's more colorful acquaintances, and dramatics aren't off-putting. "They probably do exist in some, maybe even in mine. I'm hardly a musical expert, though. I'm more used to temple bells than any other kind of music."

[magisperica]

[ 'darling'

you are getting the most deadpan stare imaginable following that, Jay. she did not go to the huge effort of answering her door to be called 'darling' by a badly dressed guy but you know what? fuck it. she'll roll. ]

Why do you ask, sweetheart?

[ there's sarcasm practically dripping from that last word. ]

[amourtician]

[Jay crosses his arms and glares. He hates being mocked for his affectations, especially since to him, they're one of the things that signal him as queer, together with the clothes.]

I'm bored, darling! I want to play music and I don't have any instruments.

[dragonsorcsandwolves]

[Rob was not expecting a knock at his cottage door. The question he's asked when he opens it, with a still-fading black eye and covered in fresh bruises after the day's trip to the Skyway, is even more unexpected, and he stands there and blinks a few times in confusion before answering.]

Nnno?

[amourtician]

[Jay groans and slumps against the doorframe.]

Does no one in this blasted place play music?

[bedheadstyle]

[The apartment Takane and Haruka shared was always fairly quiet. Between Takane's penchant for sleeping long hours and Haruka's tenancy to get wrapped up in his drawing, there was rarely ever much noise coming from their place.

So Jay's initial knock may have been received by that relative silence, making an illusion of the apartment being unoccupied at the moment. A chair would scrape on the floor after a pause, though, and the door clicked open to reveal a young teen of tousled hair and big amber eyes.]

... an instrument? Mn... no. Sorry. What kind were you looking for?

[amourtician]

A violin, darling, preferably.

[Jay sighs.]

Nobody here is musically inclined, it seems! Only me.

[croceamors]

[Saix certainly doesn't look like the kind of person who plays any instruments, and there's something about his blank expression that hints he might very well close the door in Jay's face...]

There's the gazebo's piano. Don't you play that?

[But not today apparently.]

[amourtician]

That, dearest, is too public!