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[lordteddy]

::Theodore Laurence has found a piano in the Nexus. After playing a mildly enjoyable but not very amazing "original" piece slightly reminiscient of something out of "Die Zauberfluete," he scowls slightly, then looks to the crowd

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[evilaqua]

What do you mean, how great a sin is it?

[lordteddy]

I mean, for instance, this: How ashamed of myself should I be for associating with the type of people I despise because I don't want to deal with the ones I respect right now?

[evilaqua]

That's not hypocrasy. That's masochism.

[lordteddy]

Perhaps, but with the large amount of wine available, it provides quite a competent distraction.

[parasol_hunter]

Rip's eyes light up and she sets her best smile in place, even if it is a bit manic.

"Perhaps it is asking much but would you, perhaps, know Der Freischütz? It is a favored piece of mine and I am quite competent to accompany in either German or English."

[lordteddy]

Performing Weber in English would be kind of unnatural, don't you think? I do know one of Agatha's pieces from the second act.

::he plays:::

[parasol_hunter]

"Unnatural is what I do best,' she murmurs, eyes closing as the music begins. Swaying, one hand closing about the pendant she wears.

"Wie nahte mir der Schlummer,
Bevor ich ihn gesehn?
Ja, Liebe pflegt mit Kummer
Stets Hand in Hand zu gehn!
Ob Mond auf seinem Pfad wohl lacht?
Welch schöne Nacht!"

The words soft, not so much to herself as if emotions held her voice in check despite herself.

[lordteddy]

::sighs, mutters after the fourth line:: They certainly do.

::watches her a little as he plays, then, after concluding, smiles.::

Very nice.

[frankie_loomis]

"How great a sin? That all depends on what it is you're doing."

[lordteddy]

I am currently too embarrassed to deal with the peple I most respect, who dress sensibly, despise alcohol, and have never uttered a dishonest word in their lives. And so -- at home, not here, I mean no offense -- I find myself speaking, flirting, and drinking a great deal of wine with a bunch of absurdly dressed fakes.

[frankie_loomis]

"Then I'd say it's less of a sin and more of a way to punish yourself." She frowns at him. "Why in the hell would you do that? You can find similar people to the ones you're obviously avoiding, all without having to give up any of your morals and whatnot."

[lordteddy]

I seem to be doing it because the petulant child within me has decided that associating with people whose only concern is that I am young and rich will never result in my wanting more from them than they have decided they can give me.

[oh_what_a_story]

"EEEEE! Another pianist!" comes the delighted cry from a pale, blue-haired woman who grins like a maniac. "A kindred spirit!"

[lordteddy]

::smiles, rises:: If you would like a turn, I must say it's very well tuned.

::extends a hand:: Theodore Laurence.

[oh_what_a_story]

She grins, pumping his hand enthusiastically with her own, a heartier handshake than the gentlemen of his era should be giving, much less the ladies. That is, if his era conforms somewhat to mun-history Earth. "I'm Sel. Are you really from 1860? Ooh! How much of Lancier-Quadrille do you know?"

[lordteddy]

::is a little taken aback:: 1865. I wasn't a good enough student to keep track of my studies and new music at the same time.

:;smiles:: A little. ::sits again and plays a bit of 'Eingang'::

[vicioussweetie]

"Do you know Mozart's Fantasia In D Minor?"

[lordteddy]

::He nods and begins playing. He likes this one quite a lot::

[vicioussweetie]

She smiles brightly, closing her eyes and enjoying the music.

[lordteddy]

::as he finishes, he smiles a little::

I would reflect on the fact that he was only a few years older than I am now when he wrote that....If I really wanted to become insufferably morose.