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Menolly walks into the bar, alone. It's her first time here and she's a bit nervous.

Walking to a secluded booth, she takes her gitar from over her shoulder and begins softly strumming, hoping that it's soft enough not to disturb anyone.

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Daniel, whose mun is obsessive about the Pern books, is therefore sitting in the next booth, and looks over, listening to her play. The first time she pauses, he says, "You're very good. Did you write that?"

((OOC: By the way? *fangirls liek woh.))

Menolly looks up startled.

"Oh, that? Yeah..." she smiles shyly. "It's not much, really... I just wanted a change of atmosphere to give me some inspiration."

She holds out her hand. "I'm Menolly..."

(OOC: I don't quite know what I'm doing, so if I commit some horrible RPG faux pas, please forgive..'s truly my first time :) )

"It sounded pretty good to me." Daniel smiles, holding out his hand to her. "I'm Daniel. It's nice to meet you, Menolly."

((OOC: Well, for one thing, if Menolly's never been here before, she really ought to be a little more taken aback by the place...something a little closer to 'shocked witless' than 'a bit nervous'...))

"Nice to meet you, Daniel." She continues to strum thoughtfully as she glances around, looks him up and down, trying to figure him out, so to speak.

"Do you come here often? I'm... I don't quite understand this place. It's so different from home."

((OOC: Oops. Heh. So much for this! Thought of that but...erm, too late, I suppose... oh, well, I suppose you make "mistakes" the first few times. I'll have to go with the way I started...))

"It's nice to meet you too." Daniel raises his eyebrows a little at the checking-out (not like that), but doesn't comment. "I've been here a few times, yeah. Is this your first visit, then?"

((OOC: I'd suggest having her react more strongly in the future...especially to the Bar.)

"It is my first time here...away from home... away from... where am I?"

((OOC: I will have to do that. Damnit, I feel like an idiot. It took me about a week to finally get the nerve to post something and even then, I don't know what I'm doing... I think I'm going to cut this one short soon to be honest because I'm somewhat discouraged, though not by you, and will come back after reading a lot more... thanks for being supportive though... :( ))

"You don't even know? Ohhh, I am not the best person to be explaining this to you, but...welcome to Milliways. It's...and I can't believe I'm saying this...a magical bar."

((OOC: Do you have AIM or yahoo? I'm crazedcrusader on both of those, and I've got ICQ too...don't want you to give up, as I'm quite fond of Menolly.))

Menolly looks taken aback. "Magic? Magic is something from fosterlings' tales. It's not real." She laughs, but it's a nervous kind of laugh, and she looks around, becoming noticably more uncomfortable at everything she sees. She hums a tentative note for a second, trying to decide what to do with this ridiculous place. It had to be a dream, and this was not a dream that she likes.

"It was... it was nice to meet you, Daniel. I must be getting home now." Voice slightly trembling, and with lips pursed in a thin line; trying to be a smile, she gathers her gitar and walks out the door, eyes darting nervously as she goes.

((OOC: Once again, THANK YOU for your patience... :( g'night! ))

*The violinist at the bar, dressed all in stark white, listens to her playing for a while. Soon, once the melody has been stated clearly all the way through, he picks up his violin and begins to play, twining a countermelody through Menolly's playing of the gitar. Bright, catlike green eyes glint through a fringe of white hair.*

Menolly looks over at him and smiles, at first timidly, then it spreads to a true smile of pleasure at the countermelodies, the intertwining of notes and the richness of the music.

*She receives a catty grin in return, as well as a nod in recognition of her natural inclination towards music. The violin sings sweetly, rich notes wavered with soft vibrato. The countermelody keens high like the wind singing in the guylines of ships.*

*All too soon, however, the white-dressed violinist winks a bright eye to Menolly and draws the violin's countermelody to a soft close. A short bow, not too deep, and the violinist strides away towards the back corridor, and sleep.*

(ooc: We'll have to RP for real some time. I need to head to bed, but Yrael will be very interested in meeting another musician coming to the bar.)

((OOC: I'm just getting the hang of it... I should have done more research before I started, in all honesty... but I would love to :) ))

(ooc: We all start out wondering what in the world we're doing. Six months later we look back and laugh. You'll be fine.)

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