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flickerflash) wrote2012-09-21 11:49 pm
[Accidental Video]
Some nights are a little worse than others. She's let it go on too long.
Katie is so tired. And worried. And sick of being away from human contact, and wondering why she should bother trying to avoid them anyway.
And hungry.
She's trying to ignore that last part.
It's very easy to let herself into a house full of pirates, because she is a ninja. Eternally at war with you lot, she is. It's just a matter of scaling the side of house #6 and opening her own private door through the brick wall. It swings shut behind her, no harm done.
This was Brook's room. He's no longer here, of course, just like Sigmund and Edward and Svala, all gone. Katie is so, so tired of people leaving. Brook left twice. It's not very fair. She wonders what she would do if she saw him on the street again today. He rather deserves to be hurt just as much, she thinks. (But that's not fair either, and really the only reason she's snuck into his room like this is she misses him. Brook was her first friend here. He carried an orchestra with him wherever he walked. It was marvellous...)
Jack's still here.
Jack hasn't left. But if she stays in the attic, he'll get involved, and not in a good way. And Norrington-- well. If she stays, she'll kill him. Or he'll kill her. That's the way of such conflict. It feels like a betrayal, really. She's just not sure who's doing the betraying. (And then, of course, these are silly notions altogether, and some days she wonders what on earth she's thinking. Today is not one of those days.)
Katie-the-kitten winds her way around the legs of Brook's bed (is it still too short for him?) and through the adjoining door into the music room. All the instruments are still here. No skeleton, but you know. These were precious to him.
Maybe she should break them.
She changes, human hands reaching out for the guitar. She could smash it on the ground, lots of little pieces, spell out welcome home in chips of wood and warping strings. From there, she knows, she won't stop. Sanji would be so disappointed. But he wouldn't hurt her, would he? Because Sanji's--
Sanji feeds her fish all the time, and he knows her. And he didn't run away. He's still here.
It's not fair. She's not being fair.
Her hand hovers over the neck of the guitar, and then fingers close gently and she pulls the instrument into her lap instead as she sits down.
She knows how to play. She had a guitar at home. Still has, in the attic. It's a child's guitar, nothing like this one. This one's a little too big for her to handle properly. She plays, anyway. Bink's Sake, for Brook; he taught her to play it, but she's heard it since the very day she arrived in Luceti. Maybe when she's done, she can just pretend he congratulates her on a job well done.
She doesn't intend to be overheard. But her much-battered journal is at hand, and in taking the guitar she's let it fall to the floor. At least it won't pick up her image. Just the music.]
[Accidental Video]
[The journal switches on to show...nothing. Well. Some carpet and what might be a music stand by a window, and a whole pile of sheet music off to one side. Nobody is visible, but someone can be heard tuning a guitar. It hasn't been played in a while. Poor thing.
When the guitarist switches to playing, it's clumsily picked out by rusty fingers, but the music itself is probably highly recognisable by a handful of people. The piece gets more fluid the longer she plays, until a couple of minutes into the song, when her fretwork first slows, and then trails off completely.
When she starts again, it's this piece instead, played through to the end.]
...twice more. [The voice is young and distant and distinctly Irish, and she giggles.] D'you think he'd come?
[And she starts playing again. Faster.]
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[Mostly because he started off as practically first mate right from the beginning.]
What crew're you with?
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Why not? I'm not sure you could get a better offer than that crew, eh.
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[One day someone will explain to Marco Katie's small problem with telling the truth.]
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Oh? And what do you want to be a marine for? They never get to have any fun, eh. [Yeah, he just seems amused.]
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Besides, I bet no marines can do this. [Because he can't resist the chance to show off, he makes a very small blue flames and sparkles show with his hands. Clearly trying to make it more exciting more than it is.
It's not his fault that Aang's marble trick is so much cooler okay.][Video]
How did you do that?
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Promise to keep a secret?
[Hilariously, it ain't a secret. And depending on his mood, he might not even tell the truth. Given the rest of this day with him, he probably will lie.]
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[Because she has to keep them. So NOPE.]
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I'll chance it.
[So much lying.] I'm actually a prince. These lights are using the distant stars to guide my people back to me someday. If they still exist.
[Yeah sure, whatever. Why not.]
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Do you think being here might confuse them? You might have all your people knocking on the barrier to get in.
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I hadn't thought about that! They never made it to the New World and found me before, but this place could be a lot closer in terms of light-years!
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[Attempts fake morse code with his arm lights. At least it's not his nipples??]
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If it works, ask them to hold the door open so the rest of us can get out.
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[He's pretty chill, but noticeably avoiding saying whether he thinks the droids themselves could serve as one such key or not. After all, even if the Malnosso haven't picked up on this conversation, no need to suddenly get serious.]
Hopefully a sparkly one, eh? I do love sparkles.
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