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tvk2011-10-07 08:44 pm
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♫2 - Dispossession
[Audio; Mid-afternoon]
[There's no video, but the uncertain tone in Devola's voice would paint a fairly accurate picture of her expression for someone with a half-decent imagination.]
Another round of it, huh... I guess it goes without saying, but I'm gonna go ahead and say it anyway; with all the recent... stuff, noone should be going out alone. Not during the Dark Hour, at least. Buddy system, people. Call it a gut feeling, but anything else would be riskier than usual. I'd really rather not see any of you washing up, so to speak.
[Action; Late afternoon/early evening.]
[Anyone in the park with a keen ear might pick up an unnatural sound, light, twinkling and very much different from the natural noises in the park. Following it to the source is simple enough, despite the random off-and-on nature of the sound.
Devola sits at one of the park's tables, tinkering with a small pile of metal, to one side is the box said metal should be inside of, and to the other is a piece of paper she seems to be jotting notes down onto - or perhaps creating a diagram. Whatever the case, she seems rather engrossed in whatever it is she's working upon.
What better way to deal with a rash of unexplained deaths than to focus on something else, right?]
[There's no video, but the uncertain tone in Devola's voice would paint a fairly accurate picture of her expression for someone with a half-decent imagination.]
Another round of it, huh... I guess it goes without saying, but I'm gonna go ahead and say it anyway; with all the recent... stuff, noone should be going out alone. Not during the Dark Hour, at least. Buddy system, people. Call it a gut feeling, but anything else would be riskier than usual. I'd really rather not see any of you washing up, so to speak.
[Action; Late afternoon/early evening.]
[Anyone in the park with a keen ear might pick up an unnatural sound, light, twinkling and very much different from the natural noises in the park. Following it to the source is simple enough, despite the random off-and-on nature of the sound.
Devola sits at one of the park's tables, tinkering with a small pile of metal, to one side is the box said metal should be inside of, and to the other is a piece of paper she seems to be jotting notes down onto - or perhaps creating a diagram. Whatever the case, she seems rather engrossed in whatever it is she's working upon.
What better way to deal with a rash of unexplained deaths than to focus on something else, right?]
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Ah, hey, Devola.
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G'evenin'. How are ya?
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I'm good, a lot better than the last time you saw me. [Since last time she was pretty much half-asleep. Then she peers at what Devola's tinkering with.]
... What's this?
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This, would be a bastion of low-technology in our lovely electricity-centric world. A music box~♪
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Just feels more dangerous than usual, you know?
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Though now that I actually think about things, I've never even seen them pay attention to the coffins during the dark hour. It's like they're not even registering them.
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What're you doing?
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Me? I'm trying to figure out how to make a custom tune on this little guy.
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Oh, hey. Ah, mind if I ask what you're working on?
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Not at all: I'm just tinkering though. Looking to change the melody around some.
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I would offer advice, but I've never seen anything like that before.
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Hey! [Oh man, he's short. Please don't make fun of him.]
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Oh! Yikes, you can move quiet when you'd like to. Err, anyway, what's up?
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[Curious glasses-wearing Lancer is curious.]
What's that?
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A music box. Or, the music part of a music box.
[She taps the box itself wordlessly, as if to say "this is the box".]
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[He felt a little less clever than usual if only because that was a godawful lie.]
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Devola? What are you doing?
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