Atton Rand & miscellaneous names (
suitably_heroic) wrote in
fandomtownies2017-09-17 06:31 pm
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Caritas, Sunday
It was a perfectly ordinary Sunday night at Caritas.
In this case, that meant a decidedly wet Atton was behind the bar, yelling at a group of roving bunnies currently hitting the dance floor.
That kind of ordinary.
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In this case, that meant a decidedly wet Atton was behind the bar, yelling at a group of roving bunnies currently hitting the dance floor.
That kind of ordinary.
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She looked at Tip. "Do you go here often?"
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"Are we expected to buy something to drink before we sing?"
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She turned towards the bar and headed towards it, determined, then looked at Tino.
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Breq turned her head to look at Tip. "Birch is a tree, isn't it? Please, you choose."
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And Tino was frankly a little bit creepy.
"So what do you think you might sing?"
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"I don't know many songs from here. I've been listening to the CDs at work, of course."
She considered the options for a moment. "Jono played this one for me on the guitar. I found a recording with the lyrics too."
She began to sing the first few lines softly. It was sad how she was stuck with only this voice, which wasn't very pleasant.
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voice actor in the moviefavorite, so probably one of hers." Tip took a sip of her birch beer, thinking. "There's this one I always sing along to when I listen to it." She took a deep breath and started softly singing the opening lines. It was right on the highest end of her register, and her voice was untrained, but overall, she was pretty good.no subject
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She wasn't used to being served anything but water, and had only recently taken up the Radchaai habit of drinking tea.
"I like it."
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"I would like to say that it tastes like birch, but I don't know what that taste like."
She added a smile here.
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"Pretty sure neither does anyone else," Tip agreed cheerfully. "It's kind of like root beer -- no one knows what roots are supposed to taste like either."
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