keepsmehonest | 1st Tune

So, I've got to say, I feel a little silly doing this. Talking to a notebook isn't exactly commonplace where I come from. I've been told I can write into it too, but that almost makes it feel a little too personal. Like I'm writing in a journal instead of... broadcasting on the radio or making a phone call to group of people. I'm not exactly much of a writer, either. That'd be my brother, Christy.

[He laughs a little awkwardly before pausing. Yeah, he feels more than a little ridiculous talking to a book. It's part of the reason he's waited so long before addressing Luceti. Aside from taking the time to settle into the extra room in Jilly's studio. And searching the store for his fiddle.]

I'm Geordie Riddell. From Newford. New York. That's in North America. On Earth. [Then, muttered under his breath:] ...I can't believe I'm saying this. [He clears his throat and continues in a louder voice.] Uh, 1979.

I just arrived here a few days ago, but apparently my best friend has been here a lot longer. Some of you may know her. Jilly Coppercorn? Terminally cheerful artist that almost always has some paint stains on her person?

She's the one who suggested I use this... whatever it is... to try and locate my fiddle. It's an old Czech fiddle, manufactured around the turn of the century. Worn but well taken care of, recently restrung, and the initials G.R. are on the left part of the lower bout. The last time I saw it, it was in its case - scruffy, black with a picture of a blonde Victorian woman in her mid-twenties and a list of Irish drinking tunes inside.

They're very important to me - fiddle and case both - so if you've seen anything fitting the description, let me know?

Thanks.

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No, it only means it's more likely to fall on someone else.

[ she...does remember jilly's story, yes. yes indeed. ]

I wouldn't know. I'm kinda like you -- I showed up in this place with a familiar face nearby. It's harder, I think, to arrive with no one.

And everyone should be rich and no one should ever get sick and I personally think it would only be fair if chocolate grew on trees.

[It's strange but it's the kind of strange Geordie's used to. He's spent enough time among the homeless of Newford to encounter some interesting personalities.

So he smiles and replies without a single trace of sarcasm.]

It's nice to meet you, too, Kotomi-chan. You can call me Geordie. I never finished high school, but I did get my G.E.D. a few years back.

Technically people can watch you in there, but whatever works for you. I'm not a musician, so I don't really get it.

I know I haven't exactly been here very long, and that it's my first time really trying to use it, but I don't know if I'll ever get used to the journal.

Books just aren't meant to be this interactive.

[He laughs a little awkwardly.]

But it's good to meet you, Captain. Jilly spoke highly of you.

You?

[He sighs. As much as he understands her response, it just seems to diminish the point he was trying to make.]

That's not it, Jilly.

I appreciate the suggestion. If I can't find a fiddle soon, I might have to see about this battle dome place.

Who was it for you?

-and everyone should get a fairy godmother to grant them wishes, even if they don't have the evil stepmother to go with it. And it's a real atrocity that flying carpets aren't actually real.

[ a dry laugh. ] At first? An ex-boyfriend. Closely followed by an ex-enemy. And then another ex-boyfriend. And then the first ex-lover's son. There were a whole crowd of them in this place when I arrived.