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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*It's been over four months. Some things never change. A lady all in black stumbles through the piano into the bar*

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[inquisitivehero]

And there is a Hank in a Santa suit, who sees her stumbling and goes to her.

"Madame, are you okay?"

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

I am...well, I believe. It's going to take me a moment to get my bearings back. It's hard to come through a musical instrument you've never met before.

*She shakes her head slightly to clear it*

I don't believe we've met, have we?

[inquisitivehero]

"No, Ma'am, we ahvent. I am Hank McCoy, Doctor and round about busybody. A pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

He smiles and gives her a bow.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*She sweeps one of the low graceful curtsies her sister taught her*

Euterpe dei Musica, Muse of Music. The pleasure is mine, Dr. McCoy.

[inquisitivehero]

"Might I offer you something to drink?"

the name bothers him for a moment and then he grins.

"I have been a fan for all of my life. At least of the you in my universe."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

I'd be delighted.

*Her smile is immediate and genuine*

Mulled wine seems appropriate for the day, no? Though, at my age...

How do you know of me?

[inquisitivehero]

He gets her the mulled wine and brings it back.

"In my time, a God named hercules descended from the heavens and became a hero, learning Man's ways again. He brought tales of his kin and those of his realms above. One of them was you."
he grins.

"Even before that, there were legends, an musci has always been important to me."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

Ah, cousin Hercules...

*She nods*

Do you play an instrument, Doctor?

[inquisitivehero]

"A guitar, with some special picks."

he holds up his claws to show her.

"Normally I cannot, but I love the music."

He smiles.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Normally you cannot? But why?

[inquisitivehero]

"These claws are ill suited for such things madame. They would tear a guitar's stings at the slightest touch and break the back of it. So I wear picks, designed bya friend, to blunt my strength and my clawtips."

He smiles.

"Tis not such a high price to pay for the music."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

But that's a simple thing to solve. It's not complicated to strengthen the body and strings of a guitar so that you could play it without any tools.

I could do it, if you like.

[inquisitivehero]

He blinks at her.

"I... you could?"

He is looking at her with some small awe.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Eyes of blue fix on. Golden locks hang just off the shoulder of the seemingly idle observer. A russet wrap top and maroon sueude skirt complete the look (http://pics.livejournal.com/3rdtimelucky/pic/0000rafd).

All-in-all... not bad.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*A soft glance over the bared shoulder. Dark turquoise eyes under thick lashes. A slender form in pure black that somehow manages to be utterly celebratory, rather than funereal. Possibly the addition of a sweep of diamonds across the full skirt. One perfect dark eyebrow flirts up in invitation*

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Quite delightful. She could drink it in all night wihtout even offering a greeting. But that just wouldn't be fun.

Goldy eases back against the bar and twirls the umbrella of her Blue Hawaiian semi-distractedly. "Was it just me, or did you just come via the piano?"

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*A delicate shrug*

Only way to travel. And I had to see if I could still do it, y'know?

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"It's been a while then, I take it?" she queries nonchalantly.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere looks down, embarrassed*

Four months, or so. And...it was a different piano when I left.

*She sips her mulled wine and looks aside. She's not sure what to say about the long absence and the time spent recovering*

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Oh? I've been stuck here about five. I must have missed you on previous visits."

Shame.

"Do you have some kind of connection to the instrument?"

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

I did. The old one. The new one...we haven't talked yet, but I hope we'll get on well.

*She moves from her place to the spot next to her conversation partner and extends a long-fingered, slender hand*

Euterpe dei Musica. Call me Tere.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Oh. My second Olympian today. And The Giver of Pleasure no less."

Goldilocks takes the hand and just holds it.

"I am honored."

Her manner becomes a little more formal.

"I, for my part, am Goldilocks, of the fairy tale."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Oh? Which of my...charming family have been here already today?

*She doesn't object to having her hand held at all*

The pleasure is mine.

*She dips her head in a modified curtsy*

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"The lovely, if annoyingly virginal, Hestia."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Ah. Aunt Hestia has a rather firm bent in that direction. It's...Well, let's be frank, I don't understand it at all, but I respect her for keeping to it for more than...*she runs numbers in her head* three thousand years. It's odd to think of one's aunts being younger than oneself.

*Her smile picks up a rather naughty sparkle*