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tampered2008-06-19 05:11 pm
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Log - Completed
When: Thursday evening
Rating: G
Characters: Machi Tobaye (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
machi_tobaye and Gren With-The-Long-Name (notapreacher)
Summary: Machi comes to hear some jazz at Lux.
Log: Machi isn't sure if he's technically allowed in here. Bars aren't generally hospitable to small people like him, even when they're quiet, seated off to one side and don't try to order alcohol. However, Machi's at home at Lux - the sounds of the jazz band draws him in. Lux is far nicer than the club in Borginia his career started at, but that can be said about any place that followed any sort of standard of hygiene.
Still, it's a calm feeling of nostalgia as he listens. The band's better than most, then again, for a place with chandeliers that's hardly surprising. He doesn't really watch the band, just listens, eyes going unfocused behind his dark glasses. He turns his coffee around and around in his hands, not really paying attention to it.
The saxophone surprises him. There's sweetness and longing in those notes. Machi doesn't play wind instruments, wonders if it's different, breathing your soul into your tool rather than striking it softly. When the set's over, Machi stands up carefully. He wants to play that piano, but he doesn't have permission, of course. So instead he just lingers nearby.
Rating: G
Characters: Machi Tobaye (
machi_tobaye and Gren With-The-Long-Name (notapreacher)Summary: Machi comes to hear some jazz at Lux.
Log: Machi isn't sure if he's technically allowed in here. Bars aren't generally hospitable to small people like him, even when they're quiet, seated off to one side and don't try to order alcohol. However, Machi's at home at Lux - the sounds of the jazz band draws him in. Lux is far nicer than the club in Borginia his career started at, but that can be said about any place that followed any sort of standard of hygiene.
Still, it's a calm feeling of nostalgia as he listens. The band's better than most, then again, for a place with chandeliers that's hardly surprising. He doesn't really watch the band, just listens, eyes going unfocused behind his dark glasses. He turns his coffee around and around in his hands, not really paying attention to it.
The saxophone surprises him. There's sweetness and longing in those notes. Machi doesn't play wind instruments, wonders if it's different, breathing your soul into your tool rather than striking it softly. When the set's over, Machi stands up carefully. He wants to play that piano, but he doesn't have permission, of course. So instead he just lingers nearby.