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[theboogieman]

Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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marketplace.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's into musical instruments too, of course, so he was bound to stop by here eventually.

he wasn't expecting to find someone playing music, though, and for it to be a familiar face on top of that... Robin wanders into the stall, mostly ignoring the shopkeeper to approach Coil with one of those familiar smiles on his face.]

Hey. Haven't seen you around lately.

[mortalcoil]

[well, it's not a familiar smile that he returns, but it is a familiar look of some kind. and a little surprised... he still hasn't gotten used to the idea that Robin is still around either.

and since music is secondary to pretty much everything else in his life, he stops playing when he lifts his chin in greeting, and then shrugs in agreement. yeah, he hasn't been around.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Find if I sit and listen for a minute?

[he will settle somewhere nearby, regardless, implying that it doesn't really matter if Coil agrees or not.]

I'm still trying to decide what to get.

[mortalcoil]

[oh... okay. he won't bother trying to answer the question, then. it also kind of cuts right to implying that Coil should keep playing, so he... hesitantly picks up where he'd left off.

he'll comment on the second part of that, though--tilting his chin toward the array of musical instruments, curiously, since his hands are full. is he thinking of purchasing one of these, or does he mean something else?]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Maybe.

[he sits. he listens. it reminds him of the tower, its lobby, how it used to be just a few of them keeping busy in that space... he tilts his head a little, considering.]

I like strings. I think my crew would kill me if I got a drum. Wind instruments are out.

[mortalcoil]

[it was a very, very different time. with his eyes down on the strings as he plays, he can't help thinking about it as well.

but then Robin's suggestion causes a rather hilarious image to replace it in his head, and he huffs a breath through his nose.

it's a scoff, though. totally not a laugh.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[that's okay. Robin laughs for him.]

You imagined me playing the flute, didn't you. A little penny whistle, maybe.

[mortalcoil]

[he shakes his head, and takes one hand from the harp so he can mimic playing a slide trombone.

it's only a halfhearted pantomime, of course, because he doesn't want to be too silly.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the shop owner is probably going to give Robin a strange look for suddenly laughing after getting no audible answer--but he thinks that mime is about the funniest thing he's seen this week. ah...]

I know how to play one...! I'm not kidding.

But that's--definitely not my style.

[mortalcoil]

[he shrugs up his shoulders a bit, because he doesn't think it was that funny...

but it was a little bit, maybe.

he'll just go back to playing so he doesn't have to dwell on it.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[ah, well. that's okay. he settles down soon enough.]

Maybe I should just make you come play on my ship...