To see an opera

[sunbaked_baker]

(Up in her room, Rae gets ready.)


When Sunshine comes down the stairs, today, she may not look wholly like herself. The baker is usually seen in the bar wearing bright t-shirts or sweaters, with colorful jeans and sneakers, her hair up in a ponytail or held back by a likewise colorful kerchief. One colorfully casual customer.

Today her hair is down, tumbling about her scarred shoulders in loose waves of red, and what she wears is not her normal style at all.

She takes care with her steps, and not just because of the silver heels that grace her feet. As she moves down the stairs, Rae consciously straightens her spine against the fluttery nervous feeling in her stomach, and hopes it will soon pass.

This is going to be an enjoyable outing. Rae refuses to let her feelings of self-consciousness mar it.



(ooc: Sunshine will likely be out of the bar for a while after this, so any and all threads are welcome, but will be millitimed to before her thread with Hannibal Lecter.)

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[herr_bookman]

Autor raises his teacup. "It's a suitable garment for the occasion, as we've discussed," he says, and takes a slow, quiet sip. "I... do hope you have the chance to attend many more operas, Rae."

[sunbaked_baker]

She chuckles very slightly.

"I still... I kind of worry I might not like it? Music has never been my thing, not like it is for you, or Dr. Lecter. I'm in it for the story. And that's a bit daunting, when you don't know the source material, and don't speak the language it's in."

[herr_bookman]

He considers this, and then nods. "You might not," he says. "Which is fine, isn't it? You have the right not to like something, but it is good that you get the chance to try it out, I say."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae agrees, sipping her tea. "It's not like it's a chance I'd ever get in my own world."

Her teacup is nearly empty, and she has the feeling she should go look for Dr. Lecter soon.

[herr_bookman]

Autor finishes his second cup of tea, and sets the cup down--only to fiddle with it. "Thank you for having tea with me, Rae," he says, not meeting her eyes.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Don't... don't thank me for having tea with my friend, all stiff and formal, as though it's some sort of burden, Autor," Rae says, quietly, moving to lightly touch the back of his fidgeting hand. "I always enjoy having tea with you."

[herr_bookman]

"Sorry," he says, stilling his fingers. "I guess I'm just lost in my thoughts. Not exactly fair to you. I do hope you'll have a good time at the opera."

[sunbaked_baker]

"We'll have tea when I get back, if I see you," she promises, squeezing his hand for a moment, as she moves to stand. "I'll tell you what I think about the opera."

[herr_bookman]

He nods and smiles at her. "I look forward to it."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Me, too," she says, letting go of his hand and stepping away a little. "I'll see you then, Autor. Take care, in the meantime."

With a smile and a little wave, she steps back into the crowd of the bar room, and goes to find Dr. Lecter.