(ota) Nobody's Idol

[butlebattler]

Wednesday afternoon, and the sun is turning the Club courtyard into a sauna. It's actually great weather for hanging laundry outside and letting the blistering rays suck every bit of moisture off socks and blouses alike

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[theloudestroar]

Singing sounds okay. But, like, alone? Not the best. Especially when Lexa's right here, guitar over her shoulder, peeping over the wall to see who exactly is humming a tune.

... well, she hasn't exactly finished doing all the laundry. But. What Karin doesn't know won't hurt her, right? So Lexa pulls herself up to perch on the wall and starts strumming along with the older woman.

[butlebattler]

She glances up a moment to see who's playing, eyes twinkling. And lord help her, she doesn't stop to remind Lexa that there are whites in the basket by the scullery door. No, she nods and goes along with it.

Why not? It wasn't as though the laundry would engulf them if they didn't hurry through it like quiet little churchmice.

[theloudestroar]

The strumming isn't very loud, and she isn't so confident on the borrowed acoustic guitar, a little too small for her. But it's not bad, not at all, and she continues playing for a while, her chords becoming more and more intricate as the song goes on.

[butlebattler]

And with that, Karin's singing gets even louder, and she dares an impromptu dance with a blanket for a partner. It's goofy and ridiculous and fun--but it's what a day like this calls for.

At the end of the song, she bows and then claps a few times for Lexa. "Bravo, minstrel. Tell me you're preparing for the next Deck talent show."

[castsalight]

Margo's move back into Club Castle was well underway. She aimed to finish transporting the bulkier objects and pieces of furniture by the late afternoon. On her way to fetch a bedside table, Margo spied her sister doing the laundry. She decided to pay her a brief visit. She did not expect Karin to set aside her duties, a butler's work was ongoing. While she found the warm weather was not conducive to physical labour, she could see why Karin had taken advantage of it.

"You'll have to burn me some CDs. I don't know half of those songs," she said cheerfully, approaching Karin from behind. Margo grabbed a handful of pegs to pass to Karin as she needed them. After being away from her family for so long, Margo was feeling especially fond of her sister. She didn't even say a word against Karin's singing. Not that she was in a position to criticise, being a poor singer herself.

[butlebattler]

"I'll have to, hm? Not even a 'please' or a 'how do you do?'" This is sororal teasing, as she accepts a pair of pegs to pin one of Fin's shirts to the line. It's a step in the more comfortable direction from the fussing that had happened when Margo first arrived back on-Deck.

[castsalight]

"I must've been away too long, I've forgotten all the formalities," she laughed. "Alright, please?"

Margo was settling back into a routine-of-sorts. She appreciated some attention, it reminded her that she had not been forgotten, but she was ready to start playing her part again.

"To think I won't have to do my own laundry anymore," she mused, fully expecting a retort.

[butlebattler]

"To think. I'll get to see what sort of underwear my little sister's wearing these days." There's a playful challenge in her eyes, just daring Margo to let her get ahold of anything embarrassing. There are flagpoles devoid of thongs and lacy bras, for now.

[cutsthedeck]

Somebody was clapping with the same rhythm of her song. Somebody thin and petite, and dressed in more black than one would wear in this weather.

There's a Joker nearby, happily hopping her way to the singer, claps making the tone and speed.

And Noel actually approves of how she's performing. Karin, not her. Anyone can clap.

[butlebattler]

With the rhythm marked, she begins to swish her hips, still working and not breaking into a full dance yet. It's a step in that direction, though.

There is a small wave in the direction of where Karin's water bottle is resting. Hot day, black clothes...better hydrate, girly.

[cutsthedeck]

Oh, and her without any instruments. But the clapping kept on as she circled the woman.

Knowing how to take the invitation, Noel grabs the bottle, immediately changing from clapping to stomping the ground at the same rhythm, breaking into something of a little dance from the waist down as she takes a sip.

"Hey, you are not half bad."

[butlebattler]

"Thank you, thank you." She offers an elaborate bow, taking up the clapping while Noel dances. It's a bit of a thing--dancing with Isaac at his wedding had sparked an old love of music that had never gone anywhere. Perhaps this would be the year she made something of it all.

Probably not, though. Work comes first. Taking care of her Fours, her Threes and her Twos, ensuring that none of the fallout of Elisha's challenge against the King damaged her own relationships with either man. Keeping the Queen calm and healthy and seeing that her Ace is as well taken-care-of as she can manage.

But there's this moment here. That's enough, right?