sharp_as_knives | Hannibal's house (which Jono makes free with), Sunday evening

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Invitations had gone out ~~handwavily~~ on the school and town's bulletin boards, both electronic and physical, that a belated post-pollen relaxation and last-day-of-break dinner party was being held at Hannibal's house and everybody was invited.

Of course, that meant Hannibal had had to come home and go immediately into a frenzy of cooking and preparing, but honestly - you relax your way, and he'd relax his.

[OOC: Dinner party! Everybody's invited, ~~but wait for the OCD, please.~~ OCD up!]

Current Mood: relaxed
Current Location: 22 Phoenix Place
Current Music: Light and lively classical

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sharp_as_knives

On one of his rounds, Hannibal found her there and smiled. "I'm not surprised you ended up here."

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crimson_sister

Lucille smiled back. "I suppose it's not surprising, considering our conversation during the trip. A beautiful instrument." She nodded towards the hapsicord ~~which I assume is here~~.

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sharp_as_knives

"Thank you." Hannibal nodded her toward it ~~because you assume correctly; there is also a theremin and a few guitars~~. "Have you ever played one?"

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crimson_sister

"No, I haven't." She ran her fingers over the keys, then gave Hannibal a hopeful look. "May I?"

~~And the mun is excited about the theremin.~~

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sharp_as_knives

"Please." Hannibal pulled out the stool for her. "You'll find the keys have a bit more resistance than a piano's, and they're slimmer. It can take a bit of getting used to."

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crimson_sister

Lucille tool a seat and tried a melody from a fugue by Bach with one hand -- a suitable choice of music for such an instrument, she thought. Dr Lecter was right; it was different from the piano and her fingers weren't used to it. The sound, however, was beautiful. She added a few chords.

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal took a seat nearby and listened; it was always interesting to hear somebody else play, and he could learn quite a bit about someone by how they approached the new instrument.

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crimson_sister

At first Lucille aimed for precision in timing, but being unused to the harpsichord that quickly became a struggle, so she went for intensity. Again, the instrument was different from the piano, and the nuances she was used to felt flat. She frowned a little, then tried giving more freedom to the rhythm of the piece, making sure that the intervals that she felt needed to be emphasized rang a little longer. It was a challenge, but one she enjoyed, and she almost forgot that Dr Lecter was listening. At the final note the expression on her face was fierce rather than pleased.

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal waited for her to come out of the music, the smiled. "Well done. What do think of the harpsichord?"

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crimson_sister

"It's a beautiful instrument," Lucille said. "Different from the piano, and deceptively similar." She hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Would you consider teaching me?"

It would probably affect the piano practice she had made the habit of doing in the rec room, but she didn't mind.