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[tonewlengths]

Who: Rapunzel and Pascal and others
When: Day 64, morning
Where: Level 4, by the fountain
What: Almost beautiful music

[Rapunzel is out kneeling by the old fountain today, a small chameleon perched on top of it and watching her as she whittles a flute. Every so often she pauses to test a few notes, Pascal either approving or giving her a thumbs down.]

You know Pascal, this would be so much easier if I knew what a flute was supposed to sound like.

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[sinkingship]

Need a hand? Or an ear, I guess.

[tonewlengths]

Oh! Hello- Yes, that would be good, thank you.

[sinkingship]

[is wearing a heavy cloak over his shoulders, some sort of case slung over his back, a knife in a sheath along his hip. his posture is fairly rigid—he doesn't particularly scream "savory character," but his eyes are pretty :)]

[dropping down next to her]

What are you going for, exactly?

[tonewlengths]

[Knife you have a knife I got stabbed recently and you have a knife, eyes lingering on his hip for a moment extremelyyyyy tense]

I don't think I'm getting the pitch right, I've only read about them but flutes are supposed to be quite high, aren't they?

[the_sabra_inquisition]

It's interesting to listen to it develop, isn't it?

[sinkingship]

Less interesting and more of a racket . . .

[the_sabra_inquisition]

Give it time.

[retracing]

[passing by after leaving apartment omega with a Vaguely Displeased air]

[sinkingship]

Slacking?

[allmadeofstars]

Ah—excuse me!

[tonewlengths]

-Hello?

[allmadeofstars]

Are you—Rapunzel?

[wearing a familiar teardrop necklace]

[the_sabra_inquisition]

Allen Walker, Do you have a moment?

[allmadeofstars]

Wonderella! Yes, I was going to go looking for you . . .

[the_sabra_inquisition]

[watching her curiously for a moment before actually speaking up

I suppose you must be Rapunzel . . . ?

[tonewlengths]

Ah- [Tense at first, but relaxes and brightens once she catches sight of her necklace]

Yes, I am, hello.

[the_sabra_inquisition]

It's good to meet you, young one. I am Wonderella.

[misterious]

[Notices her as she exits her apartment.]

Good morning.

[tonewlengths]

Ah, hello, good morning.

[misterious]

[Greeting the chameleon as well]

Good morning to you, too.

[and back to her]

You look well. How've you been?

[inhiselement]

Good morning, miss. [polite nod]

[tonewlengths]

Ah, good morning.

[ergaleomancer]

You're interested in woodworking? That's quite an unusual hobby for a young lady.

[tonewlengths]

It is?

[ergaleomancer]

It's not very ladylike.