[audio memory] A perfect match

[getsome_sleep]

Suddenly, just after sunset, the radios begin to play music.

There's no warning, no signal, no words. Nothing but the soft, echoing strumming of the string instrument - some might recognize a guqin, played with exceptional skill and relish. A wave of sound crashes, and another, and then a second instrument joins, quicker and fiercer yet in perfect

Comments

[spandexisyouth]

That was very lovely.

[getsome_sleep]

[Huo's voice comes after a moment. He sounds... confused.]

Does it... sound familiar?

[spandexisyouth]

It does not. I am sorry.

[getsome_sleep]

A foolish hope perhaps. Thank you, either way.

[pinkmoonrabbit]

What a beautiful song!

[getsome_sleep]

[It's a long minute before he speaks.]

Do you know it, perhaps?

[pinkmoonrabbit]

[ she thinks for a moment. ]

I'm sorry, I don't.

[getsome_sleep]

No matter. Thank you for trying, anyhow.

[wayofflowers]

That was beautiful - you have a great deal of skill.

[getsome_sleep]

[Hesitantly, after a while.]

Your words are kid, but I'm not certain that the musician is here to accept them.

[wayofflowers]

[Pause. She hadn't considered that, given that everyone else was very obviously in their memories]

Then my good wishes go with them, wherever they are.

[feathered_earth]

Oh... that's very pretty.

[getsome_sleep]

[Oh Krile. You are too precious to involve in ping-related woes. Let's do it the roundabout way.]

The instrument is, I believe, called a qin. The players are certainly very skilled.

[feathered_earth]

[oh Huo.]

They are. [...] Were you one of them?

[getsome_sleep]

The music is familiar, but... I don't know.