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[He hasn't been here very long. Not in comparison to Jilly and some of her friends. But every day without his fiddle has felt like a lifetime. Geordie can barely remember a day that's gone by where that fiddle of his hadn't accompanied him on a journey.

It's not being so far from Newford that matters. Not even being so far from his brother and his friends. It's the lack of a fiddle - his fiddle - that felt as if it would slowly drive him mad.

On Jilly's advice, he had taken to haunting the items shop. And today, of all days, it's finally paid off. It might not be his and the thing might be old and the strings not properly tuned, but it's still a fiddle.

For the rest of the day, you can find him by the fountain, playing the fiddle without a care in the world. Eventually, a tune can be heard through the journal.]

I'm taking requests, if anybody has any.

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Player Name: Jenny
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Geordie Riddell
Character Fandom: Newford Series

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I'm guessing that Macho Man doesn't really translate well to the violin. Fiddle?

Fiddle.

It's more how you chose to play the instrument than the instrument itself. The fiddle's for me. I'll leave the violin playing to those more interested in classical training.

[He chuckles a little.] Maybe I should revise my statement. Requests for any tunes I might actually know. Or can be easily taught.

Well. I could sing it to you, but I'm not sure you'd actually enjoy that.

Do your worst.

[ laughter. ]

Oh. No. I don't think so. I mean -- publicly? Over these things? Nuh-uh.

You can't be that bad.

Easy for you to say. You? You seem to be brimming with musical talent. You can never truly understand us talentless slobs.

Jilly's never let any lack of musical talent stop her.

That's because Jilly even looks amazing doing the things she's no good at doing.

[ something in the attitude. ]

[Something in Jilly, really. It's that shine Sophie's often mentioned. You don't need to see it to know it's there, shining through all those layers.]

That's just Jilly.

...Exactly. Her? She could get away with it. Not so much me.

I have a hard time believing that.

What I do well? I do very well. That's a promise. But musicality just ain't on that list.

So, what is?

Bartending. Ice skating. Apparently taco-making, but that's only from one reviewer. And I think his tastebuds might be addled from rum.

Well, those are definitely some important skills to have. Especially the taco-making. I've never been exactly what you call even a decent cook.

...Tacos aren't that tough. The seasoning mostly does it for you.

Maybe you could teach me sometime? It'd be fun, being able to surprise Jilly with my new found taco making skills.

Uhm...possibly? Maybe?

[ yikes. ] Honestly, they have instructions on the back of the package.

Oh. [It's probably a good thing that this isn't a video. Hopefully the picture won't project too much of an embarrassed look.] You're probably right.

And I think she'd like anything you made. Honest.

[He grimaces a little. It's not so much that he means to be a terrible cook as just... not really having the patience for it.]

Friendship only goes so far.

What are you talking about? Friendship goes furthest.

[ beyond romance, at least. ]

[There's absolutely nothing that he wouldn't do for Jilly. She's his best friend, the person he cares for most in this world. And any other. But...]

You've never had my cooking.

[She'd sought him out for breakfast, but she'd gone to her studio while he made his daily round of the item shops. Her mood had been infectiously cheery since his arrival, and it was evident in her work on the canvas. The shapes hadn't taken any firm definition, yet, but the colors practically glowed, bright and vivid.

She had her journal open on the table near her, like she usually did while working, but the usual murmur was just background noise as she worked...until that very familiar music poured from the pages. She knew that playing.

Laughing, she whirled away from the easel to pick up the journal]

You found it?!

No. [Her cheeriness is infectious. It always has been. There's a chuckle in Geordie's voice as he explains.] I guess it belongs to someone else. But no one in the store claimed it.

I'm sure they won't mind you borrowing it for awhile. [especially playing like that]

Where are you?

[never mind that she'd been fully entranced by her painting. The music was enough to call her away]

Over by that fountain in the middle of the square. I figured it was as good a place as any for some fiddle playing.

It's the perfect place.

[it should have made her homesick...everything about it was like Newford. Geordie on the fiddle, in a park or a city square, busking while she joined him to draw or people watch or even dance. But it wasn't Newford she'd missed (at least, not as intensely). It was him, and he was here.]

I can't miss this.

[it would take her a few minutes to properly pack up her paints, but she knew she'd be there long before he was tired of playing]

[It's enough like one of his normal locations in Newford to feel comfortable. A busy location, perfect in attracting the attention of any passer buyers. The only thing that would make it feel more like home would be Jilly, joining him by the edge of the fountain.]

Better hurry over then. I might run out of tunes.

Then you'll just have to learn a few new ones, Geordie, me lad.

[despite the delay, the paint under her fingernails wouldn't even have dried completely by the time she reached the fountain, with a skip in her step and her sketchbook tucked under one arm.]

[He's moved on to another tune by now, tapping his foot in time to the music. Though he sees her when she approaches, Geordie doesn't stop playing.

Not until the music's done.]

[she wouldn't want it any other way.

She can't help it. Even there, alone in the middle of the street, she has to do a few merry spins to the music before she actually sits nearby...and even then, her fingers are tapping along the cover of her sketchbook. Drawing would come with the next song. For now, there's only listening]

[He picks up speed a little as she twirls, enthused by her spirited reaction. Eventually the jig does come to an end and he takes a seat beside her, placing the fiddle on his lap.

It needs a bit of tuning again anyway.]

Good to see being here hasn't hampered your dancing.

Never. Not as long as there's music like that to dance to.

[And that brings to mind a question he probably should have asked earlier.]

Are there other musicians here?

[It's been a while since she's heard a violin]

Do you know Bink's Sake? [She doubts it, somehow, but it doesn't hurt to ask]

[He shakes his head, putting down the violin for a moment to address the journal.]

Can't say that I do.

Do you know sea chanties of any kind?

That I do. Tell me if you know this one.

[And with that, he begins to play]

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