Music Night!

[ginsengdragon]

The Common room was primed and ready. Makeshift lanterns were lit in the corners, and electric lights were set up. Room had been made for dancing and there were cushions all over for city, and coffee tables arranged for meals and drinks and tea

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[monkey_hater]

Gabriel is perched on the back of one of the empty chairs, listening.

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn slips in quietly, hanging about near the door and listening. He's not that much of a singer; he's got other talents. Right now, he just wants to listen and get an idea.

[apocalypsejim]

Cause he's mingling, dammit. And I'm tagging like mad.

"Hi. 'm Jim."

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn looks up at the sound of a possibly familiar accent. "Quinn Abercromby," he says, his own words touched by both London and Wales. "Pleased to meet you."

[apocalypsejim]

Jim's own is just London.

"You too."

This mingling thing is difficult. He really needed to find a bunch of playing cards.

"How long you been around?"

[princeinexile]

Zuko doesn't want to be here; he never showed up to the ship's music night (chosing, often, to sulk in the dark instead, but finds himself leaning against the wall by the door instead, his arms folded across his chest.

He looks, at best, moody.

He has, however, slipped something out of the Things that were Gathered and it has Vanished into a Pocket.

Nobody saw him do it, you can prove nothing.

[princeinexile]

"I do," he says simply, looking over the crowd, before he turns his eyes to look at her. "Are -- you wearing make up?" Yeah, color him KNOWING WHAT IT IS!

[padme_politic]

Padme doesn't recognize any of the instruments and she does not know many stories.

Therefore, she sits with her hands folded in her lap, listening.

[apocalypsejim]

There's a British guy hiding among some cushions on the floor nearby. Or maybe he sat down on them and some fell on him. Regardless, he waves at Padme. He's trying to mingle. Cause there's people here, dammit!

[padme_politic]

Padme smiles. "Hello. I do not think we've met yet. My name is Padme."

[apocalypsejim]

"Definately not. I would have remembered that."

He smiles. "'m Jim."

Charming, without being lecherous.

[big_violin]

And there is young man with a giant violin in the corner, playing his heart out to the tune of one of the more beautiful pieces to ever come out of Czechoslovakia. The bird on his shoulder seems to sway happily along to the music as he plays and a smile shows under the hat and over the cloak.

Rare spirits for Hamel, really.

[fireflychyld]

She stops in tuning her own instrument when she hears the music, and as soon as she locates the source walks over.

"That's lovely," Hotaru comments.

[big_violin]

He looks up and smiles at her for a moment before finishing the piece and putting down the violin.

"Thank you."

He's feeling... not solemn, not exactly, but not as boisterous as usual. Perhaps if he thought there was booze or an easy girl or something, he might perk up again, go back to being annoying, but he's gradually learning that this is something of a dire situation... and that joy is something to be savored, something to hold onto. It's not even conscious, but this place...

It reminds him of Anthem. It reminds him of Anthem after, the lonely streets and empty homes. It reminds him of Anthem before, a small group of people just trying to make it through each day happily enough. Conscious or not, he's acting more as he had as a young boy than he has for years.

"What's your name?"

[fireflychyld]

"My name is Hotaru Tomoe," she replies with a small bow. "And yours?"