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[worksmart]

[The screen, grainy black, white and sepia, shows a tiny garret room. Bare floorboards, a music stand, a bed and, on the floor, one Robert Chase tending to a broken violin.]

Of course, choose now to wear through. Now. I haven't the money for bread, and I'm wasting centimes on strings. [He releases the snapped catgut cord from the violin's

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voice

[bonescientist]

[There's a pause, then a dramatic, drawn out sigh.]

Oh, Bob. Really. If you keep on with this tortured musician act, I might be in grave danger of losing my ill will towards your utterly insane decision to throw away possibilities that others may only ever dream of. It's all very convincing.

son ][

[firedgold]

My apologies, Mlle., I think you have me confused with a man by another name. Although I'm not in doubt he'd be pleased if you spared him your contempt for a while.

son ][

[bonescientist]

Quite, I must have confused you with another Robert Chase whom is a friend of Angela Montenegro's and whose father is one of the leading men in the recently formed field of... immunology, was it? The Robert Chase whom squandered a chance to become a renowned scientist in order to spend his days playing the violin?

I do apologize if that is so. Perhaps I've had a one too many whiskey today if that is the case.

son ][

[firedgold]

Ah, the lectures. You can put the bottle down, Tempe, I remember you now. Perhaps it was when my name seemed to have slipped back into your mind.

Voice

[cuffmeonce]

You play wonderfully.

My daughter plays the violin as well.

son ][

[firedgold]

Thank you. I'd wish her better luck with it.

Re: son ][

[cuffmeonce]

She does alright as a street performer.

What venues have you tried?

son ][

[firedgold]

I play the streets when I need to. The corps de ballet take some of my compositions, there's orchestral work but none of it's regular.

[unsisterly]

[In a voice pitched just slightly lower than usual; it is well-practiced enough to make her sound merely young and boyish and nothing like the girl disguised in men's garments that she is.]

If all music sounds like that in this city, then perhaps I will stay a little longer than I thought.

son ][

[firedgold]

There's as much bad as good, but the first will draw a smaller crowd.

son ][

[unsisterly]

I would hope the good draws the bigger crowd. It was certainly enough to pull me across the Channel with my brother.

son ][

[firedgold]

All the way across the channel. I've had complaints about the noise before, but never from that far.

[acceptingeyes]

I think you play wonderfully.

[firedgold]

Easier with four strings intact.

[acceptingeyes]

I suppose it would be.

But the ease at which you play..it truly is wonderful.

[firedgold]

Thank you. I practice often enough to wear through strings much too quickly, but it keeps my hand keen.

[sapanwood]

[ there's the crackle and slight screech of an open connection. ]

I haven't got any strings, but I do have something for you. If you'll take it.

[ooc: idk if she could have a communicator. /pretends it's one of the few things she managed to keep from her father's house. ]

son ][

[firedgold]

[And the pause while he winces and adjusts, recognising the voice.]

If it's something you can't use.

[Which he's going to go ahead and doubt.]

son ][

[sapanwood]

I found some blue mousseline, a shade I swear I've never seen before. I thought it might match you well. [ despite her circumstances, she always tries to keep a bright tone with Chase. ] A flower for luck.

son ][

[firedgold]

[He thinks this over, not wanting to turn her down outright.]

Will you keep it until I've had the luck to be able to pay for it? I think that should come soon.