Wednesday after sunset and through the night, Outside The Boards

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Drac was a little out of sorts.

The carols, both the good ones and the terrible not so good ones, the images of past Christmasses (and Drac had a lot of those) and then the visions of future ones (he apparently had quite a few of those, too) had him missing his home and his "Little Mouse" more than usual. After some moping about stoic wandering around the office, Drac gave in. A few moments searching and he found an old guitar in the back rooms of the Theatre and spent some time fixing and then tuning it. Once it was at least suitable - and didn't he wish Jonothon kept normal hours so that he could go and get one that was actually decent - Drac sat outside the theatre and sang old folksongs and carols in various languages into the night.

DECENT folksongs and carols, Island.

It wasn't exactly the same as celebrating the holidays back home, but music always did make him feel better.

Between all his years of traveling and then all the visitors to his Hotel, Drac had a large repertoire to choose from, so he would be out for a while and chances were good that some were familiar to anyone passing by.

Plus, well... he loved singing.


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