Day 72 - Midday - Voice to everyone (accidental)

[halftheduet]

[Just about noon-- be grateful it's not at a more inconvenient time, citizens-- a phone call comes through.

Dr. Maturin had set his phone on a desk and that desk... Well. Other things had been moved. One being a book, which is likely the culprit in waking the device and broadcasting the call.

All that can be heard is a lone cello playing.]

Comments

[xlillackeykitty]

[ He was just doing the dishes when the call comes in. At first, the silence was unnerving but the music welcome. Though he waits before it ends before speaking. ]

Hey. That was pretty good.

[halftheduet]

[The voice startles Stephen, but then he sees the lit screen of his phone and the book leaning on it.

He clears his throat and sets aside the bow and instrument to cross the room.]

You're very kind. It is simply a hobby. [He doesn't play like a hobbyist. He plays like he could for a living.] I do apologize, though. I was unaware this device was on.

Sorry this took so long!

[xlillackeykitty]

[ Moment of a laugh here. ]

Don't sweat it. It was great to hear, really. Better than an amateur though, way better!

[demiurgos_girl]

[She sits patiently through the whole thing, though it's not quite a virtue because she enjoys it.]

Your cello sounds lonely.

[halftheduet]

[The voice is surprising, but he remembers the phone a moment later.]

The key, most likely.

[Or because there is a marked melancholy in his playing, a loneliness he's not willimg to admit to right now.]

[demiurgos_girl]

It was really pretty... [Trailing off, trying to get him talking about it. She doesn't know why he'd feel sad, but she knows that kind of particular music calls on a particular mood.]

[halftheduet]

[He waits for a moment, drawing the bow across the string as he thinks. She might already know. Those books updated quickly, after all, with the name and number removed.]

Captain Aubrey has... gone.

Normally, he joins me in playing.

[vectornake]

[She listens to the conclusion, and slowly claps. And makes a muffled noise of pain; her arm is still painful to move.]

Brava, brava. It was lovely, if not melancholy.

[halftheduet]

Oh...

Thank you. I apologize, Miss. I did not realize others could hear.

[vectornake]

It's no problem, sir. It's pleasant, truly.

[halftheduet]

I am glad to hear it. I should not like to disturb.

Next time, I shall be more careful, though.

[caladcholg]

[She stares in a bit of awe; after all, Clare has never seen an instrument like that.]

May I ask what that is?

[halftheduet]

O-oh.

It's a cello, Miss.

[caladcholg]

It sounds beautiful.

[halftheduet]

Thank you.

[A pause.]

It sounds must better, I must admit, when accompanied by a violin.

[mylordtoyou]

[Edrington hears the cello and is immediately drawn to the sound of those low and lonely tones. For if there is something the lord appreciates, it is the arts. Music always particularly spoke to him, though strings not nearly as much as some instruments.

It is then that he notices who has placed this call, and he smiles to himself. He listens until the movement has finished, then offers his appreciation through clapping.]

It would seem, Doctor, that you are a multi-talented individual.

[halftheduet]

...Damnable thing...

[He sets down the bow and cello and finds the phone.]

I apologize. It seems my books upset and turned this device on.

Though, thank you.

[mylordtoyou]

There is no need to apologize. I rather enjoyed your skill. It was a pleasure to listen, I assure you.

[halftheduet]

[He takes a moment to think... then, lightly--]

Perhaps you would care to pay me a visit? I could make tea and perhaps play another piece.