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strangetrip2018-08-06 02:23 am
st_illsinging) wrote in strangetrip2018-08-06 02:23 am
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Music Time (dual pup OTA)
Their lesson was muddled with some wise-ish words of wisdom, but Scanlan was pretty sure he hadn't given Liz entirely bad advice on how to be a girlfriend of a guy who had a kid. He directed her to Pike, though Kaylie wasn't exactly eight years old when she came into his life.
He watched as the girl set off to find a place to pluck at her homemade guitar - he was still really impressed Miguel was able to make something that sounded like a real guitar.
He pulled out his lute, sitting on a bench in the garden and maybe hoping to catch a glimpse of Pike at some point. He strummed. Under the bench was a violin case. He still was not yet able to open it. At least it wasn't spending all it's time under his bed?
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Liz found a quiet place near the pond apparently formerly used for weddings. She sat on the small dock. She was feeling a little better after everything - Annie wasn't hurt or angry, Peter hadn't written her off. Still, the whole thing was confusing. Liz was starting to think almost dying under the rubble was affecting her more than she realized.
She tried to push those thoughts away and try to put the song she had finished writing to a melody, but it was hard. She still wasn't very good at transitioning chords. At least it gave her something to focus on.
(ooc: both are OTA, just tag whoever you'd like)
He watched as the girl set off to find a place to pluck at her homemade guitar - he was still really impressed Miguel was able to make something that sounded like a real guitar.
He pulled out his lute, sitting on a bench in the garden and maybe hoping to catch a glimpse of Pike at some point. He strummed. Under the bench was a violin case. He still was not yet able to open it. At least it wasn't spending all it's time under his bed?
~~~
Liz found a quiet place near the pond apparently formerly used for weddings. She sat on the small dock. She was feeling a little better after everything - Annie wasn't hurt or angry, Peter hadn't written her off. Still, the whole thing was confusing. Liz was starting to think almost dying under the rubble was affecting her more than she realized.
She tried to push those thoughts away and try to put the song she had finished writing to a melody, but it was hard. She still wasn't very good at transitioning chords. At least it gave her something to focus on.
(ooc: both are OTA, just tag whoever you'd like)