Musical Inclination [OTA]

[empirical_data]

Data had spent a few days in the TARDIS going over the library and practicing in the music room, and he had picked it up quickly... somewhat predictably. The educated ear might note that he was combining the work of other musicians, emulating; but wasn't that how everyone learned? Even humans

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[haughty_alpha]

Music wasn't something Avon had had much experience of in his life so far. The Federation frowned on it, considering it decadent and potentially subversive. He was intrigued, therefore, by the haunting sounds he could hear coming from a distant corridor, and proceeded to follow them to their source.

When he came within sight of the player, he paused to listen, leaning casually against a convenient wall.

[empirical_data]

It took him a bit to become fully aware that there was someone in the corridor. The figure out of the periphery of his vision drew his attention, finally noting that it wasn't just passing through as most of the people did, and he stopped playing to look at him almost expectantly.

"...Greetings?" He offered.

The man was dressed a little like a Klingon. He wondered if there were circumstances behind that, and if they would mean that he would have to formulate a plan of escape.

[haughty_alpha]

"Greetings to you as well," Avon responded, amused. He came a little closer, curious about the violinist. "What was that piece you were playing?"

[empirical_data]

"Violin Sonata number 1 in G minor..." he moved the instrument so that he was almost cradling it. "I just learned it. The acoustics in this section are adequate for practice." It sounded almost as if the last sentence were offered in apology, though there wasn't much emotional inclination to his voice at all. Just a pleasing, affable cadence.