Esther Coleman (
beingdifferent) wrote2013-11-09 04:26 am
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Eighth little lie ♰ There's a dance in the garden in the middle of the night
[AUDIO]
[Congratulations, Barge, this morning you get something besides a regular voice broadcast. Today, you get music, the flowing notes of a recital played on the art room piano. The player is very competent, making only the most minor of mistakes - two missed notes, both of which stick in her memory like red flags to be noted the next time she plays. The piece itself is played from adagio to presto in different parts, lasting nearly six minutes, and when it's finished there's a heavy, exhausted yet satisfied sigh.]
That was Chopin's "Fantasie" Impromptu in c-sharp minor. I hope you liked it, it's taken me some time! But after how difficult it's been recently I thought some of you might appreciate it. [Plus she's very pleased with herself; you can hear the quiet pride in her voice.] I've been working on it for awhile, but now that I've learnt it I need a new piece to study. Can anyone think of a good one?
Not too difficult, please. There are some that I just can't play yet.
[SPAM]
[Esther is everywhere and nowhere lately, creeping through the ship like the proverbial mouse. After the other Barge she just doesn't want to face the people she was close to there, but it's a small ship and she can't avoid everyone forever no matter how awkward or saddening the meeting might be.
And she has to approach others for some things: to be let into the CES to chase leaves and roll in the grass, to give her time and supplies in the art room, to take her shift in the kitchen. For all these encounters she wears her bravest face and puts her best foot forward, praying that nothing gets too awkward.]
[Congratulations, Barge, this morning you get something besides a regular voice broadcast. Today, you get music, the flowing notes of a recital played on the art room piano. The player is very competent, making only the most minor of mistakes - two missed notes, both of which stick in her memory like red flags to be noted the next time she plays. The piece itself is played from adagio to presto in different parts, lasting nearly six minutes, and when it's finished there's a heavy, exhausted yet satisfied sigh.]
That was Chopin's "Fantasie" Impromptu in c-sharp minor. I hope you liked it, it's taken me some time! But after how difficult it's been recently I thought some of you might appreciate it. [Plus she's very pleased with herself; you can hear the quiet pride in her voice.] I've been working on it for awhile, but now that I've learnt it I need a new piece to study. Can anyone think of a good one?
Not too difficult, please. There are some that I just can't play yet.
[SPAM]
[Esther is everywhere and nowhere lately, creeping through the ship like the proverbial mouse. After the other Barge she just doesn't want to face the people she was close to there, but it's a small ship and she can't avoid everyone forever no matter how awkward or saddening the meeting might be.
And she has to approach others for some things: to be let into the CES to chase leaves and roll in the grass, to give her time and supplies in the art room, to take her shift in the kitchen. For all these encounters she wears her bravest face and puts her best foot forward, praying that nothing gets too awkward.]
[CES spam]
And there are dogs, which makes the equation that much more enjoyable. She holds her gloved hands out in small fists for Elvis and Solace to sniff then tentatively strokes their ears.]
It likes to give you strange places, doesn't it?
Re: [CES spam]
For her part, Iris knows there's an equally dangerous side to Esther; she doesn't suffer from the human perception that a child can't be vicious, calculating and violent. But nor is that a barrier to Iris liking her: Esther is intelligent and curious and good company. Iris counts her a friend, and that is genuine - if complicated.
The dogs simply adore her uncomplicatedly, as they adore pretty much everyone.]
It takes places from your memories: I've been a lot of places that aren't Earth. Depends if you're in the mood for novelty or nostalgia, basically. The lads won't mind whatever; it's not a little bare backyard so it's all an improvement.
[CES spam]
So like a small girl she smiles down at the dogs and pets them in earnest when their tails begin wagging, giggling as Solace moves in closer to try for a kiss.]
Let's go somewhere you know! Maybe with trees. That would be nice, I think they would like that too.
[CES spam]
The dogs race forwards, chasing each other through the shallow pools, and the air is full of what might be birdsong; however, when they pass close to what looks like a clump of tree-tall stemmed bromeliads, the bright-coloured songsters that startle out of it are small batwinged frogs.]
...Well, sort of trees. I don't remember the name. There are people in the real one; live in 'ouses on stilts above the marshes.
[CES spam]
She moves up to the plant recently vacated by the frog creatures, its smell somehow moldy and lemony at the same time (in stark contrast to its bright fuchsia petals). Inside a small fish-like insect swirls around the filaments on fanning fins.]
You've been here and you don't remember the name?
[CES spam]
There was a war on. Place looks a lot better without the burning buildings and the battle droids. I were carting refugees out of the war zone. They're good people. Big on flute playing.
[CES spam]
What did their music sound like?
[CES spam]
Same reasons people fight anywhere. Someone's got summat and someone else wants to take it. Usually boils down to that.
Bit like a cross between a panpipe and a didgeridoo. Very breathy. They 'ave inflatable throat pouches, so they can 'old their breaths a long time.
[CES spam]
What did these people look like? Do you remember what they were called?
[CES spam]
[The dogs, having chased each other through the sunsoaked gleaming marshes for long enough, decide unanimously that it's ball throwing time, and there's a brief interruption while Iris fishes tennis balls out of her pockets.]
...those two're going to need a bath after this lot. They 'ad beautiful skins. The Ranidians. Covered in patterns and colours. And a bit poisonous if you 'appen to be a mammal, but those are rare 'ere. I 'ad to wear gloves a lot.
[CES spam]