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Jan. 31st, 2012 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violin_vagabond...this certainly isn't the Town Hall.
[A young man, roughly in his early twenties, has just wandered into the lobby. For all intents and purposes, it looks as though he's come in from outdoors like any normal person would, but in reality, he has opened the door to the Town Hall of a small farming village, walked through it, and entered a castle.]
I suppose I won't be playing the Music Festival after all. Hm.
[He shrugs, stops in the middle of the lobby, and--after adjusting and preparing and tuning for a moment--starts to play his violin here in the castle instead.]
[A young man, roughly in his early twenties, has just wandered into the lobby. For all intents and purposes, it looks as though he's come in from outdoors like any normal person would, but in reality, he has opened the door to the Town Hall of a small farming village, walked through it, and entered a castle.]
I suppose I won't be playing the Music Festival after all. Hm.
[He shrugs, stops in the middle of the lobby, and--after adjusting and preparing and tuning for a moment--starts to play his violin here in the castle instead.]