Log 0005 [video]
[As before, it's Quatre, holding his violin and straightening his shirt. Unlike last time, however, the backdrop is not the poorly-maintained wall of the stowaway quarters, rather a picturesque view of the dolphin pool. Flanking Quatre are two magenta aliens, each bearing two pairs of arms and two violins. With a smile and a nod, Quatre begins counting a silent beat with his bow, as the aliens watch intently, their own instruments poised to begin on his say-so.]
[As he draws his bow across the strings, a beautiful sound emanates from the instrument. His eyes close as the quiet smile stays on his lips, the two aliens at his sides coming in without missing a beat, accompanying his violin with their own notes.]
[This carries on for ten minutes, as the hustle and bustle of lifeforms slows while many individuals of all shapes and sizes gather around, either entranced by the melody or curious as to what the hairless ape's going up there. As Quatre and his accompaniment ease out the final notes, a surge of applause flows through the crowd. A little sheepishly, Quatre bows, gesturing with his bow to his fellow musicians as well.]
[ooc: feel free to tag in with action, if your character would have been passing by]
[As he draws his bow across the strings, a beautiful sound emanates from the instrument. His eyes close as the quiet smile stays on his lips, the two aliens at his sides coming in without missing a beat, accompanying his violin with their own notes.]
[This carries on for ten minutes, as the hustle and bustle of lifeforms slows while many individuals of all shapes and sizes gather around, either entranced by the melody or curious as to what the hairless ape's going up there. As Quatre and his accompaniment ease out the final notes, a surge of applause flows through the crowd. A little sheepishly, Quatre bows, gesturing with his bow to his fellow musicians as well.]
[ooc: feel free to tag in with action, if your character would have been passing by]