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[whatwas]

[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

I have to admit that I'm not sure what the point was. I don't pay as much attention to the network as I should, it seems.

[She plays a few long, soft notes as she speaks, apparently just improvising as she skirts around the edges of a proper melody.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

He was peeved at some boy--one of the singers, I forget their names.

[But Horst falls silent, simply enjoying the music, impressed by just how good she is]

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

[She chuckles as he falls silent; she had clearly intended to keep talking over the music, but a captive audience is nice, and she stops improvising and abruptly begins one of Beethoven's violin sonatas. It is done flawlessly, but she still smiles a little apologetically at him when she finishes the song.]

No piano accompaniment, I apologize.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head and grins at her.]

It was beautiful.

My friend, Allen, plays the piano--you two ought to work together sometime. I'd wager it would lull the city into a few moments of peace.

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

Allen and I have played together before. He's talented.

[She takes a seat on the edge of the roof as well, holding the bottle in her lap. Her tone is gently self-mocking.]

This place is hard on artistic souls.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I can imagine. You have to take your rest where you can, eh?