week two - friday - nonon

[arockstar]

[Newt was figuring the parlor would be empty today, given that there's no reason to be in here while the piano is out of commission. But, apparently Nonon had the same idea as him. When he walks in, she's just staring at the fallboard longingly. That's a big mood.]

Look on the bright side: The week's almost over.

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[symphonise]

Me, too. It's a mess. Tomorrow is going to be a mess, and I'd really like to play some music so my mind wouldn't be such a mess.

[ She sighs again and wriggles her fingers like it'll scratch an itch. She can't stop sighing because it feels like her soul is being drained out of her, and she is being as dramatic as that sounds. ]

... It really shouldn't be that many.

[arockstar]

[He nods.]

Yeah, I feel you there. Music's how I get through stuff back home, too. It helps to just, like, turn your brain off for a while.

[As close as he can get to that, anyway.]

The real bummer is that I doubt the gods will give us more time. We had a hard enough time last week just trying to solve one murder, but four... That's a steep ask.

[symphonise]

It's healing, and it's expression. It's so expansive in how it can help someone.

[ What's not good about music? Only bad music.

She sighs. ]

I don't think we'll be able to do it. We all want so many different things, but at the very least, I'd like us to try to... focus.