Characters: Frederic Chopin and
vatheon Location: The Plaza
Time: Mid-afternoon
Style: Any!
Status: Open, and eager to talk!
A shame; I hope this will dry...
[Enter into Vatheon a man in a distinctive purple coat. He holds a walking stick - or baton? - in one hand, and is shaking the water off his hat with the other. His lips are pursed in minor annoyance. Then, as the idea strikes him, he taps the hat with the baton and a sparkle of indigo light emerges. The hat, now dry, goes back on top of his wet hair.]
There. Much better. [He looks up at the dome far above his head, a small, absent smile on his face.]