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May. 6th, 2015 04:18 pm
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WHO: Shiori ([personal profile] colourtune) and Maaya ([personal profile] sparklingstitches).
WHERE: Museum, ground floor, Shiori's showroom.
WHEN: Week one, Wednesday.
WHAT: You can't know someone until you've met them face to face. Besides, the piano is really neat...
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[The showroom is basically just four walls forming a square, a white cube void of natural light and other decorative features. Somewhere far above her head, lamps are shining down on the marble floor, but the light holds the same dusty yellow hue that she's noticed in the air outside. There's a door, though. On her right. A door is good, lessens the instinctive feeling of claustrophobia.

At least the room isn't empty, like it had been upon her arrival. When she came down this morning, she'd found the piano. Standing there. Like it wasn't a big deal. Even her father's hotel chain and software development company couldn't have obtained her a Kawai crystal piano. Customized with her name written in black, curly letters along the side. SHIORI.

While waiting for Maaya, she seats herself on the stool, fingers resting lightly on the piano keys. White and black. White and black. She doesn't play anything, not a single note. Her cellphone has been discarded in the far corner as well, because it's true, right?

Sometimes you have to let the silence speak, otherwise you can't actually hear what's being played.]

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May. 5th, 2015 08:59 am
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Who: Maaya Inoue & Vincent Fortesque
What: Just a meet and get to know you
Where: Maaya's apartment.

It wasn't like Maaya had really been there long enough for the apartment to look lived in at all. But she'd been doing some serious poking around since she'd arrived, and that much was obvious from only half-closed drawers and doors still left cracked open in cabinets. She hadn't found really anything to complain about with her assigned living quarters, except for the whole never having asked to have them in the first place. And whoever exactly had brought her here had certainly outfitted her with everything she could have wanted, artistically. In fact, before her conversation with Vincent, she had been debating playing around with the very nice set of watercolors she'd been given - much nicer than anything she could have afforded at home. So there was a piece of watercolor paper being stretched on a board on the table, with the tubes of paint and brushes laid out in a neat row next to it. Maaya was not an overly neat person in general, except when it came to art supplies.

Since Vincent had said he was coming up, she'd not gotten started on anything, though she had put a kettle on the stove to boil. "Come in!" she said, when the knock came at her door. "It's unlocked." Because really, there were so few people here, what would have been the point?

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