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deernet2021-10-25 07:14 am
blackmothwings) wrote in deernet2021-10-25 07:14 am
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[The feed flickers on, showing a poised young woman sitting at a piano in a room lit only by flickering candles. As she speaks, she plays a slow, gentle melody, in a way that's effortless. She makes it look easy.]
Next month will mark two years since I unwillingly left my home for a town of nightmares. As November creeps closer, it plays on my mind more frequently. So much has changed in that time.
[She doesn't stop playing, and she doesn't look at the Omni either. It almost seems like she's talking to no one at all, though that's far from the case.]
Trench shares similarities to my world. The theme of blood, of course, is unique to this city, but the aesthetic reminds me of home. And, I must admit, I appreciate being able to find dresses that suit my tastes. Likewise, I enjoy walking through streets and admiring buildings that look like they came from my world.
[A pause.]
Although I am reminded of my home far more often in Trench, I find myself no longer yearning for the comfort of my old mansion and its familiar surroundings.
[And that is... a huge deal for someone who had once been so terrified of leaving Allerdale Hall.]
Is this what it means to be free, I wonder?
[She pauses, her song stopping abruptly. Her eyes glaze over for a brief moment, and she appears to be contemplating whether she ought to say anything else or just cut the feed. Perhaps she's said too much already.]
Trench, I suspect, is as harsh and unforgiving as any other world. It is full of things that want to eat us alive and secrets that might be best left undiscovered. Therefore, I hope that you all adapt quickly to this new world. I hope you all conduct yourselves with care and caution.
[Is she... actually concerned? Is she mocking? Who knows!]
Good day, Trench. That is all.
[And with that, she quickly switches off the feed.]
Next month will mark two years since I unwillingly left my home for a town of nightmares. As November creeps closer, it plays on my mind more frequently. So much has changed in that time.
[She doesn't stop playing, and she doesn't look at the Omni either. It almost seems like she's talking to no one at all, though that's far from the case.]
Trench shares similarities to my world. The theme of blood, of course, is unique to this city, but the aesthetic reminds me of home. And, I must admit, I appreciate being able to find dresses that suit my tastes. Likewise, I enjoy walking through streets and admiring buildings that look like they came from my world.
[A pause.]
Although I am reminded of my home far more often in Trench, I find myself no longer yearning for the comfort of my old mansion and its familiar surroundings.
[And that is... a huge deal for someone who had once been so terrified of leaving Allerdale Hall.]
Is this what it means to be free, I wonder?
[She pauses, her song stopping abruptly. Her eyes glaze over for a brief moment, and she appears to be contemplating whether she ought to say anything else or just cut the feed. Perhaps she's said too much already.]
Trench, I suspect, is as harsh and unforgiving as any other world. It is full of things that want to eat us alive and secrets that might be best left undiscovered. Therefore, I hope that you all adapt quickly to this new world. I hope you all conduct yourselves with care and caution.
[Is she... actually concerned? Is she mocking? Who knows!]
Good day, Trench. That is all.
[And with that, she quickly switches off the feed.]
video; un: ushiromiya
There's absolutely nothing Ange can do to prevent the corners of her lips from tugging up slightly at the sight, even as she's replying. ]
I didn't know you could play piano that well.
[ There's so much she could comment on here, but this one feels the easiest to start off with. ]
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I began playing as a child. I came to love it. Music can be used to tell stories... and to express emotions that cannot otherwise be expressed.
[She speaks gently, playing the same song as earlier.]
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[ There sure is some implication in there that Ange is picking up on. That this is Lucille's way of expressing herself - practically openly showing her emotions, by allowing everyone to hear her playign the piano like this. ]
I.. have to admit I don't know all that much about music. [ Let alone how to play something. ] But I still think your piano playing sounds really pretty.
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It's the same for me, the uh... aesthetics. This about matches the time period I'm from, too. It's...kinda nice, to have something familiar. Deerington might as well have been the space age for all it...uh looked like home.
[Which so many people didn't understand. They saw the 1950's as something well into the past instead of something so far into the future it was hard to even comprehend. ]
But I agree. This place is...it's a rough transition? But I'm sure we'll figure it out. I've got people here worth figuring it out for.
...That was a nice piano piece.
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[She smiles politely -- it's a formal expression that lacks warmth. She's always like this around strangers. Deep down, she is pleased to be talking to someone who understands her.]
Yes, so do I. I want to learn about this world, so I can better protect them. We... shall be fine.
And thank you. It is one of Chopin's Nocturnes. Have you heard it before?
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[He gets it, he gets it so very much. ]
I'm sure we will. It'll just take some...adapting, is all.
I don't sorry [it missed his time by the tiniest of margins, tragic] but it's pretty. I think he was only just after my time. By like... a couple years tops. Which is nice given most things are usually at least a century after me.
[It's a refreshing change!]