Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-10-02 15:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !group thread, ade foxe, amos luscini, arielle chiaro, guy lenard, merrion priddy, rictor cassul |
You sing a sad song just to turn it around, you say you don't know...
Who: Ari & OPEN (Ade, Amos, Guy, Merri, Ric)
What: A somewhat cranky day in the life (aka Ari takes her mind off things with music)
Where: Various locations around town
When: Throughout the day
Rating: PG
Status: Complete!
[Theatre District | 11:00am] The audition had gone quite well, despite the fact that it had been scheduled so absurdly early. Really, who auditioned singers at ten in the morning? Absurd. And that, she told herself firmly, as she settled with a cup of coffee from a nearby stall on the edge of a fountain that had been drained in preparation for winter, was the only reason for her poor mood. Of course. There was no other reason why she should be cranky (the thoughts regarding the prolonged silence from a particular person were quickly quashed; that was not what was happening here at all). Her instrument case sat on the ground next to her. Not the mandolin today, nor even the lute; on a whim, she had carried the scheitholt out the door this morning (yes, a whim, she told herself, and absolutely nothing more) with some vague idea of getting in some practice in the best possible venue. She did not busk so much anymore on her primary and secondary instruments – festival days excluded – because the take simply wasn’t worth it. But for learning new tunes or new instruments, a live and non-discriminating audience was often a help as opposed to a hindrance in her experience. One sometimes got so mired in tricky fingerings that one could no longer tell what was good and what was not, but an audience would always let the musician know. At the very least, it would help pass the time, and she found herself sorely in need of a diversion. The instrument case thus opened and left at her feet (she might not need the gil, but why turn down the opportunity?), she set the Kerwonian dulcimer across her lap and began to strum. As lunchtime approached, people would fill the streets and some of them would stop to listen. [Commoners’ District | 12:30pm] Her take earlier had been enough to purchase lunch, and she had found herself wandering the Commoners’ District after a stop at one of the Ordalian cafés she favored. She’d given some thought to inviting a friend to join her – surely one of the many would be available – but in the end had gone alone and sat at the window, watching people pass and daydreaming. It was the sort of golden, sunny day that made autumn beautiful, though she had no doubt that very soon she would not dare to venture outside without a cloak. The approach of winter (and that damnable Deliverer of Hamdel’s) always made her a bit blue. The various shops that cropped up here and there between residential areas could not keep her attention, and eventually she found herself walking at a leisurely pace towards the Duckling. Perhaps Vivi’s afternoon crowd might appreciate a tune or two – the hired live musicians rarely arrived before dinner. [Nobles’ District | 2:00pm] Aside from conversations on the network, Ari had attempted to give Audrey the space she probably needed to get her life in order and attempt to bond with the ward she had taken in (the thought of Audrey as someone’s guardian still seemed so ludicrous to her). Still, the girl was surely at training this time of day – the Fighters’ Guild were all about schedules and routines – and she thought she had a chance of finding Audrey at home. She couldn’t deny her curiosity at exactly what this new hybrid life of her friend’s was like. And, she thought with a sigh, if anyone could help release her from this strange melancholy, Aud was certainly the girl for the job. There were a great many trees in the Nobles’ District, many of them with golden and scarlet leaves. They made for a beautiful sight, peeking out from behind stone walls and fanciful wrought iron fences. Fortunately, rue Aline wasn’t too far from the crystal, and Ari knew this neighborhood rather well, though she most often traveled these streets at night. As she passed Count Orsinio’s gate, she felt the corners of her lips turn up in a self-satisfied little smirk. Were those pretty pearl-handled pistols still on display, she wondered. It was just about time to begin her “shopping” for the winter holidays. Perhaps she ought to make a stop here one of these nights. Perhaps Aud might even fancy going with her… [Bazaar District | 6:00pm] Her visit with her best friend having lifted her spirits, Ari had set off for home before Juliette returned home only to find her steps veering in another direction entirely. She didn’t need anything from the Bazaar, exactly, but that had never stopped her from shopping in the past (and the idea of sitting at home alone before the sun even set wasn’t particularly appealing either). Accordingly, she now had a fair number of bags in her possession. Her feet ached a bit from all the walking she had done today, but that was hardly a concern. She had found herself a bench across form what appeared to be a rather popular restaurant, her legs crossed under her and scheitholt once again across her lap. Her hands were a little more certain on the strings now, and her choice of melodies straying more towards major keys than minor. She sang merrily along, the foreign words easy on her tongue, and though she did not fully know what each meant individually, the overall meaning was no mystery to her. She was smiling as she acted both parts for her own amusement, that of the dull-witted would-be lover and the cheerfully saucy girl at the window. Whoever said all Kerwonian music was depressing? This one would serve her well if she thought to busk closer to the afternoon of debauchery better known as Bierfest. [Theatre District – The Spoony Bard | 10:00pm] She had gone home for an hour only to venture out again when she found herself still too restless to relax into reading or study. She caught herself thinking that perhaps it would not be quite so terrible to take a job, and that sort of thought surely meant she was out of sorts. A drink seemed the best thing altogether to cure her of it, and perhaps a dance or two to follow it up. There had been no point in inviting Drake along – he avoided dancing establishments if he could at all manage it – but the thought of meeting someone to entertain her for the evening was not without its appeal. For the moment, though, she was content to let herself be pulled onto the small dais reserved for musicians and handed a tambourine. This sort of thing was routine here; she assumed she’d probably rotate through nearly everything being played tonight (hopefully, she thought with some horror, not the pan pipe, whoever had brought that; she was quite sad on winds of any kind) as the gathered musicians took breaks to dance, drink, and socialize. She was happy to provide percussion for now, though she kept an eye out for familiar faces – or attractive strangers. |