[action / voice]

[fiddlerinthestreet]

[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

Comments

[voice]

[fiddlerinthestreet]

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.

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

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]

[voice]

[fiddlerinthestreet]

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

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

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]

[voice]

[fiddlerinthestreet]

[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.

[voice -> action]

[theoniongirl]

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.]

[action]

[fiddlerinthestreet]

[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.]

[action]

[theoniongirl]

[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]

[action]

[fiddlerinthestreet]

[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.

[action]

[theoniongirl]

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

[action]

[keepsmehonest]

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

Are there other musicians here?