driftfleet | [ and now it's done. ]

Who: Belthazar and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Iskaulit.
When: At a very reasonable time of morning

[video;]

[The piano's actually been built for a few weeks-- since before Winn fell asleep, actually-- but his coma left Belth needing to finish putting things together as well as the final touches. The rest has been simply... tuning. He's glad he has an ear for music, but finding a decent tuning fork was surprisingly difficult. And then, of course, he had to paint and polish the damn thing. That took another couple of weeks...

But it's done now, and he's managed to teach himself a very basic melody for the purpose of this broadcast. He turns the communicator so it can sweep over the piano in its entirety. There are a few things that set it as alien, such as the shape and the expanded number of keys, but it's recognizable enough.]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you... the Fleet's first piano! The book called it a harpsinterian, though it's obviously related. It even has the pedals I remember from the-- I'm rambling. [Ahem.] This was made possible because of Winn's ingenuity so you may direct your thanks to him. I merely provided the materials.

[He plays his few arpeggios without any mistakes. He's been up all night getting this perfect, and he lets out an audible sigh when he's done.]

A friend told me that she longed to hear her loved one play the piano again, and that was the main reason I started this project. But music doesn't belong to just one person. That's why it's on the Iskaulit for anyone to enjoy. I hope to spend some time getting to know it from the player's chair rather than bending over it... and I wish to hear the Fleet filled with music again.

Also, if it's not much of a bother-- Nightingale? I would love to see you and Opal both, so that I may hear this playing you gushed so much about.

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I can do that. The horse was a vegetarian, too-- I cooked for him for ages.

[He's not gonna take no for an answer. Sorry Winn.]

Oh, I know I don't need to. But cooking is... it's one of the few things I can do well, so I like to give gifts that way.

[ well he's not exactly pushing the no. he nods. ]

I know what you mean, that's how I feel about making stuff. [ sewing, engineering, they're at least things that don't frustrate the hell out of him like trying to hack the network. ]

[Good, he knows his place: at the dinner table eating delicious gourmet food.]

And you are very good at it, if everyone's reactions are something to go by. I thought Opal was going to cry.

[ he definitely knows his place is out of the kitchen, unless you just want him to make coffee. ]

Thanks, but it's not all me. That paint job is work of art. [ he is never going to stop complimenting you. ] And I gotta say the idea was a stroke of genius. Thank you for letting me work on it, Opal means the world to me.

[Please stop complimenting him. If he grows an actual ego that isn't all bluster, he might become a tyrant.]

W-well... I tried. Thank you.

[Genius is a nice word though.]

She seems like a very nice person. I hope she enjoys it.

[ look people keep complimenting him all day long and he isn't sure how to deal with it so he passes it on. ]

You're welcome. [ compliments and smiles, that's what you're getting from him. and free pants. ] She's a great person, one of the best. [ he's not biased what are you talking about this is absolute fact. ]