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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I'm not keen on them myself, I admit.

Miss Jilly is very kind to speak well of me. I have heard only the best about you, as well, sir.

Jilly rarely does have a bad word for anyone.

Yes, I've found that myself.

[His voice isn't... quite friendly, but he's not hostile, at least. More just careful. And formal. Time period and all.]

[The tone is noted and accepted. His own remains laid back, relaxed, and friendly.]

So, how'd you meet her anyway? She mentioned that you were friends with Archie.

Archie introduced us, actually, shortly after I arrived.

He arrived first?

Several months before I did, yes.

It makes it easier, doesn't it? Having someone already here.

Undoubtedly. I should never have tolerated this place had Archie not been here.

I definitely would be less likely to believe any of it if it wasn't for Jilly.

I should have been quite lost without a friend to help me. I hope you will find this place at least bearable, with time.

I'm sure I will. From what I can tell, I don't really have much choice in the matter. And while Luceti's not exactly what I'm used to, but get me a fiddle and I'll be good.

I would advise keeping an eye on the inventory in the items' shop. Things have the habit of showing up there.

[He has no love of music, certainly. He'd prefer it if he were never made to listen to another bar of it.

...But he can afford a slight softening to hear fiddling spoken of, reminded of an old friend.]

That's what Jilly said. I've been checking every day.

All one can do, sadly, is keep looking.

[Though...] There is a chance there is another. It is not yours, but it may answer for a time.

A man who played was here before, and it may have returned to the shop. Possibly not, but he would not begrudge you its use. If you find a violin with 'JA' on it, I'm sure you would be welcome to borrow it.

[It is a consideration. He's been reluctant to take anything he hasn't been certain belongs to him or that he doesn't absolutely need.]

If I find it, I would be happy to return it to him should he return.

I'm sure that would be most amenable to Captain Aubrey, certainly. He would be happy that it was being used, I should think.

Instruments weren't meant to sit on shelves. The music wants to be heard.

So I've heard said.

[He, for one, will pass, thank you.]

Your friend?

It’s a rare sailor who doesn’t much care for music.

[And he is one of those exceptions. But he won’t quite advertise that, not right now, at least.]

It's a rare person in general who doesn't appreciate music in any way.

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