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"This piano is filled with my memories. You've certainly come a long way..." Rooming in Apt. F-4 No weapons or abilities Affiliated with Citta Alveare

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Piano appreciated the gesture. A pat on the head or even a handshake was always a nice way to show one’s care... but kisses were a touch more heartwarming. She smiled and kissed the girl on the cheek as thanks.

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“ ♪ ♪ ~.... “

🎼 Out on a corner, beneath the glow of sparkling Christmas lights and delicate ornaments, a girl dances in a gentle swaying motion. With every tap of her feet, her lips produce piano notes, coming together to perform the melody of Silent Night. With the last few notes of the song complete, she’s took a small breath and a bow.

What will she sing next?

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Chopin - Preludes Op. 28, Numbers 10 in C-sharp minor, 11 in B major, 12 in G-sharp minor

Performed by Maurizio Pollini

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CHRISTMAS STARTERS

( assorted prompts that are all bedecked with christmas themes. from salty, to ecstatic, to indifferent - feel free to change up the context, pronouns, or words ! )

❛❛ All I want for Christmas is peace & quiet. ❜❜ ❛❛ If mistletoe appears in my one-meter vicinity, I’ll burn it. ❜❜ ❛❛ So - what are you getting me for Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ What do you mean, Santa isn’t real? ❜❜ ❛❛ The only thing I like about Christmas is to get drunk on eggnog & wine, & sulk over my year’s regrets. ❜❜  ❛❛ You always give the best presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me get a picture of this for the memories. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas party at your house! ❜❜ ❛❛ I swear to god, if you give me a ‘dick-in-a-box’ for Christmas again- ❜❜ ❛❛ It’s snowing! ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals fun times. ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals broken bones. ❜❜ ❛❛ Please stop saying ‘Christmas is coming’ in Stark’s voice. ❜❜  ❛❛ Are you really setting traps for Santa — ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Don’t eat the cookies & milk I’m leaving on the table, unless your name is Santa. ❜❜ ❛❛ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house. ❜❜ ❛❛ Wanna help with the pudding? ❜❜ ❛❛ Help me decorate the Christmas tree. ❜❜ ❛❛ You’re really - enthusiastic - with the decorations. ❜❜   ❛❛ I knitted a sweater for you. Here, wear it. ❜❜ ❛❛ What did you use to knit the sweater? Two left-hands & parental guidance from a hamster? ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you coming to the Christmas party? ❜❜ ❛❛ How did you get tangled in all these fairy lights – ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me help with the gift-wrapping. ❜❜ ❛❛ Remember when you caught on fire last year? ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh no - no - you stay away from the alcohol. ❜❜ ❛❛ Stop telling me lies about Santa & his tiny elves. ❜❜  ❛❛ Oh shit, I forgot to buy the presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜ ❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜ ❛❛ Come on! Live a little - find true love - piss in the snow! It’s Christmas. ❜❜         ❛❛ It may be Christmas, but that’s still illegal. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas is just another day. What’s the big deal? ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas should be six months long - not one. ❜❜     

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Wish

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🎼 ‘If you see a shooting star, it means God will grant you a wish.’ The instrument glanced up at the sky. Filled with clouds, there was not a twinkle or glimmer in sight. Only the occasional peek of a shy moon. ‘And if you’re lucky, he’ll give you what you need.’ Her eyes fell to the ground. The cracked asphalt was covered in stars of all shapes and sizes, shooting off in each and every direction.  

‘ Not what you want.’ 

The visage of the man who spoke those words were faint in the records of her memory, a wisp-like figure in the haze of pianists who played but a few notes. A tickle of fingers against her waist, a light giggle that stayed in her throat, songs that were promised but never came to be. The piano wondered why she thought of him now, of all times. Maybe it was because she lonely, despite the city surrounding her with a countless amount of people. Maybe she needed some whimsical words to give her some hope.

So she thanked him, this mysterious man she wasn’t sure she remembered from a dream or from reality, for inspiring her to do this. Satisfied with what she had accomplished with an empty patch of playground and a box full of chalk left behind, it was time to make her wish.

Or she would have, if someone hadn’t stumbled upon her embarrassing display. A shriek of notes, like hands slamming down on piano keys, erupted from her throat as she tried to push the stranger away.

“ ♪ ♪  @ # # ♪ ♪ ~!! “

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                   「 ✗ 」—» The wheels of the skateboard clattered noisily against the concrete surface of the sidewalk as it rolled down the street, spurred on by the occasional kick from a sneaker-clad foot. Where Yata had gotten a skateboard was a mystery (Had he stolen it from a 15 year old punk? Definitely not. Maybe. Probably. Yes), but his dissatisfaction was palpable. Sure, the thing worked just fine, he guessed, but it wasn’t his, and that fact chafed at the youth with every movement the skateboard made. And though he knew that nothing could ever replace his own beloved board, Yata was pretty sure he deserved something more than the kid’s toy he was currently stuck riding. Like hell he knew where to actually find something better than this, but hey, as long as it wasn’t a girl he could intimidate the answer out of most anyone. Or ask the little girl ahead of him. Yes, that worked.

                   ❝ Oi, ❞ he called as the wheels rolled to a stop. ❝ You know any sports shops around here? ❞

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She believed the right expressions here were, “way hip” and “totally radical.” At least, that’s what she recalled the children in the music class she had previously stayed in saying once in a while. ( In total irony, she would have realized. If she had paid attention. ) Vernacular lesson aside, that was the only way the instrument could refer to the lightning speed in which the boy traveled and the smooth halt to his ride before asking her his question.

Her eyes flickered between him and the mysterious board for a few more seconds before she thought to answer him.

“♪ ♪~?  ” She pushed her left foot forward in a slide, sweeping it into a smooth curve before jumping with her supporting leg and rapidily crossing them in beats of ten. All while a few quizzical notes of Chopin’s Sonata No. 3 h-moll op. 58 played from her lips.

Her way of saying follow me as she extended a ahdn towards of him.

And perhaps her way of expressing hope at a turn with his toy.

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Gaming

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🎼 Technology was so confusing. If you clicked one button, you’re halfway to your desired result. If you clicked another, the machine became offended and refused to work any further. Which led to Piano staring down at the screen with a dumbfounded expression as her character had his heart ripped from his chest. What had she done wrong? She had repetitively smashed the kick and punch buttons just like the before her had done.

She stepped away from the machine with a frown, arcade coins jingling in her pockets.

Piano had wanted a pleasant diversion from her current kidnapped dilemma but so far, she had only grown more frustrated.  So far she had crashed her car, got lost in a dungeon and was eaten by a grue. She couldn’t possibly see what children saw so fun about all this. Still, trying out one more game couldn’t hurt. And with a name like ‘Dance Dance revolution’, it sounded right up her alley.

But someone else seemed to be eyeing the machine. She tugged on the girl’s sleeve before pointing at the game. Maybe they could play together?

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There’s something about the way she closes her eyes. The primly-tied bow that rests too square on her head, her each step’s precision as she looks about the creaky building that connects through banks, tall arches, a spot away from the rest of the inhabited houses. Not too far from the rest, but he’s made sure to provide a few dimly lit lights and isolate them in the most welcoming corner of the house.

That’s how she knows she’s welcome. 

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🎼  Her steps were cautious, a trembling strain underlying her clack, clack, clack rhythmic steps. The piano held no secrets of her own; when her lips parted and she breathed a song, she was exposed. Vulnerable. Raw. Anything hidden would have been laid bare for the world to see. And all that have played her had understood the same; suppressed thoughts, concealed sentiments... slipped through their fervor dance, fueling the melody with pent-up, corked-shut feelings gushing forth. 

Thus this amount of secrecy, of hands pointing her way and lips drawn tight at her questioning gaze... it left her uneasy. Frightened, she would admit. And a touch eager, the first secret she made and kept to herself. The excitement of the unknown kept her grounded and walking forward, to find the root of this mystery.

At the door, she hesitated before knocking her fist against the door and waiting for a response. And it comes soon, with hands on her own and a pull towards a warm body. And even faster, comes a gift: laced gloves, a delicate covering of snowflakes over her skin and a kiss to act as a bow, to seal his kindness. 

A, a mistake, there had been one more present: A dusted pink over her cheeks, blooming from the chaste kiss. To his question, ( she’s thankful for something to latch onto in this confusion), a brief nod establishes her love for the dusty scent but she feels something amiss from his gaze; was there something more? A secret upon secrets that she should be aware of?

“. . . .” The instrument is unsure of what to do, how to respond to that smile or how to ask her questions when words had always failed her. But Piano could give him her name. That at least, is how she can repay him.

She placed her hand over his, entwining their fingers and locking the jewelry compact between their palms. And she took his other hand and coaxed it around her waist before sliding laced skin up to his shoulders and gripping gently. And with a small nod, her foot stamped against in one stong defining note.... before her quick steps tapered off into a flurry of gentle notes, reverberating against the harsh echo that preceded it.  

Chopin’s Barcarolle Op. 60 . 40 seconds before she slowed to lull and parted their hands, the imprint of the compact etched into his palm and the object nestled in her’s, now inspected carefully.

Did he understand?

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▄ = telling them a joke .

The jest flew over her head, the humor of the joke lost on her. But he was expecting a reaction and not laughing was considered rude, wasn’t it?

She opened her mouth and then closed it. Then opened it again… before drawing her lips into a tight line.

“♬ ~!” She couldn’t do it. Instead, Piano gave him a thumbs up and a nod. He gave it an effort and that’s all that mattered!

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“Are you broken? Why will you not laugh?”

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“ !!! “ Was that it? Was it because she had become such an old, worn out piano that she couldn’t find him funny? Was this a sign that she was finally ready to be thrown out, pulverized and have her parts recycled for a new generation of pianos?

No, she simply wouldn’t allow it!

She shook her head and mouthed the word the word ‘no’, while also shaking her hands at him. She paused for a moment before allowing her shoulders to shake, thought no sounds came from her throat.

She wasn’t laughing but she looked like she was. She smiled nervously at him. That was enough, wasn’t it?

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▄ = telling them a joke .

The jest flew over her head, the humor of the joke lost on her. But he was expecting a reaction and not laughing was considered rude, wasn’t it?

She opened her mouth and then closed it. Then opened it again… before drawing her lips into a tight line.

“♬ ~!” She couldn’t do it. Instead, Piano gave him a thumbs up and a nod. He gave it an effort and that’s all that mattered!

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It was hilarious, why wasn’t she laughing.

“Do you not understand? Because the bokoblin, had some bloko-bling”

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But what was a bokoblin? And why was there such an emphasis on his bling? Had he hurt it? Was pain humorous to this man?

“... ♬ ... ♪ ♪?” She pressed a hand to her cheek and sighed. This was going to bother her all day.

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▄ = telling them a joke .

The jest flew over her head, the humor of the joke lost on her. But he was expecting a reaction and not laughing was considered rude, wasn’t it?

She opened her mouth and then closed it. Then opened it again... before drawing her lips into a tight line.

“♬ ~!” She couldn’t do it. Instead, Piano gave him a thumbs up and a nod. He gave it an effort and that’s all that mattered!

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♬

Piano wasn’t quite sure what she may have possibly done to earn such a treat. But no complaints would be heard from her she accepted the gift with a soft smile and a transfixed stae, completely enchanted by the one man show. And once he had finish, she quickly stood to applaud him.

‘Thank you very much! You’re so very talented!’ Is what she wished she could say. But instead she chose to convey her thoughts by clapping faster and louder.

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