Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150926020031/@comment-25686329-20151006230223

Annalog touched Bane's shoulder, handing him a small packet of sheet music.

'Jason Webley - Last Song (Arranged for Violin)' it read across the top.

Annalog remembered hearing Ticktania's rendition, an oddly melancholic, nostalgic and flowing meldoy in contrast to the shanty-esk original.

That was what she did, Ticktania. She made things her own. She was unique.

"She was learning this before she..." Annalog trailed off. She wiped an eye with the back of her hand. "Thanks, Bane."

Somewhere in Annalog's stomach, she felt a warm jolt as she looked at Bane... how odd. She pushed the thought aside as she continued to circulate around the room.

She ended up near Airmid.

"Airmid. Nice to see you here." Annalog said, her voice wasn't same polite-yet-unsentimental tone she usually carried, a false mask, no, today she was solemn, direct.

"What became of that government building debacle Ticktania ran for you...?" She paused. "I do imagine she didn't disclose everything... she gave me a written record of the investigation, mind."

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Carter heard Desi and pulled up alongside him.

"Just let the song end and then we'll go from there."

Meanwhile, Nietzsche had spotted Adorabella and felt a strong impression that someone ought to talk to her.

"Hey." He said, trying not to sound abraisive. "What's... what's your deal. You know Tick, or...?"