1st Tune

[keepsmehonest]

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.

Comments

[voice]

[simplestgift]

Why, it's Jilly's fiddling Irishman! Welcome to the village.

[He met Geordie once. He's rather worried the man remembers.]

[action]

[theoniongirl]

[when he's finished, she looks up from her easel with a smile]

Terminally? That's not fair. I'm pretty sure I haven't cheered anyone to death.

[thedicearecast]

Might want to get used to it. That people come from all sorts of places and times you can't imagine is one of the easier things to deal with here.

I'm assuming Jilly told you to check the item shop.

[ voice ]

[herotypical]

Should I still be apologizing? I feel as though I should still be apologizing.

voice;

[etudes]

.. You play a violin..?

[ despite her usual blank tone, there's almost something.. really happy or excited mixed in it, actually. ]

[voice]

[doubleppk]

Well, you're in luck. The item shop is mildly less cluttered for once.

I haven't seen a fiddle though, but if it doesn't turn up, you might be able to do missions to get points for it.

[voice]

[captainhornblower]

You'll get used to the Journal.

Sort of.

[A pause.] Or you might not. I still hate the damned thing. And it does tend to turn itself on at random moments, so you will want to be careful about what you say when it's anywhere near.

Captain Horatio Hornblower. I believe I will not overstep if I call myself a friend of Miss Jilly's.