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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 4:56 pm
In truth, Clayr didn't know where they were going so much as she could tell where Crow was. She could sense him, whenever she crossed a wall or entered a door, and could tell if she was getting further away or closer.
After she'd reached the end of the second hallway she'd led him down, she came to a set of double doors. Crow wasn't too much farther, on the other side of them. Besides, this was a room she'd never seen before.
She pushed the doors open, and gasped, softly. Before them was nothing less than an enormous, lovely grand ballroom, with chandelleirs, large windows (the first she'd been able to find facing the back yard) and the whole nine yards. In one corner was a piano. In another, an old grammaphone.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 5:02 pm
Orrin tried to keep up as he looked around them. It was much nicer to explore with someone else rather than on alone. When Clayr had gotten to the double doors, Orrin nearly bumped right into her. "Eh?" When she opened them, his mouth dropped open. How was there a ballroom in the house? "This is such a very odd house..."
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 6:54 pm
Excited, Clayr darted in ahead of him. She left perfect bootmarks in the dust of the floor as she made her way. She went to examine the piano, first, sitting down as if she was a concert pianist, having done the simple motion multiple thousands of times.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 7:01 pm
Orrin's nose twitched when the dust began to rise. He let out a loud sneeze by the time Clayr had reached the piano. "Oy...this place needs to be cleaned." And if he had supplied, he would have done so right then and there. He made a mental note of asking Crow where cleaning supplies could be found. Orrin then walked into the ballroom and looked around, his gold eyes shifting from the walls to the ceiling.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 1:58 pm
Practically on cue, Clayr sneezed as well, wrinkling her nose. She shook her head and lifted her hands to the piano, testing the keys. It was wretchedly out of tune, making her wince at the practically uncivilized sound of the old strings and hammers.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 4:59 pm
When hearing Clayr tap on a few keys of the piana, Orrin returned his attention to her. He got closer, taking a better look at the instrument. "I wish I knew how to play something. My mother always wanted me to but I got too into making things."
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 5:11 pm
She looked up at him, tilting her head lightly. 'Build things?' she wondered. Standing up, she lifted her hands in a gesture of curiosity, urging him to continue on about his aptitude for building.
As she did, she padded over to the oppoite corner, where th old, dusty gramaphone sat, and a few neglected records on the floor near it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 5:34 pm
Orrin tilted his head. "Oh! Build things, yes. Like, I make little toys for children." He loved his hobby and hoped to get back to it soon. He was afraid, though, that he'd find no children here in the Underground. "Anything from trains and cars to dolls and stuffed animals. I can make them all."
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 5:44 pm
Clayr beamed, brightly, with obviousl approval. She nodded, firmly, displaying this further.
She spread the records out on the floor to look at them. One was an old George Geshwin record, and another was Glenn Miller. She considered, carefully, between the two, before choosing the Glen Miller and putting it on, hoping the record player was still working. When it started up in a grainy, staticy tune, she clapped her hands again, excitedly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:10 pm
Orrin watched her, curious as to what she was fiddling with. He'd never seen a gramophone before, much less knew what it was. When she placed what he saw as just a black disk on it, he was surprised to hear music start. "How...odd," he muttered, moving closer to see how it worked.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:58 pm
She tilted her head, surprised he'd never seen a record player before. They were old, she supposed, but not that old.
She motioned him closer, lifting the needle, and the music stopped. When she set it back down again, the crackly swing music resumed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 7:04 pm
Orrin was amused when she lifted the little needle and put it down again. "How interesting! I didn't know you could play music from...from...this device." He continued watching the record spin, curious as to how the music came from the flat disk. He almost wished he could take it all apart to find out but he didn't want to upset Clayr by doing so.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 7:15 pm
She saw how intently he was studying the gramaphone, and pulled out her little notepad, quickly, jotting down a few lines for him.
'The needle on the player picks up the bumps on the disc, in the tiny little grooves. That makes the sound, and the big funnel makes it louder.
If you want to take a closer look, it's all right. We'll have plenty of music, when I have Crow tune up the piano, so don't worry.'
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 2:28 pm
Orrin looked over her writing then nodded in understanding. It was still rather fascinating that the music came from the disk. "You know, I'd love to hear you play someday. I could pretend to dance and we'd all have a great time." He laughed a little then rubbed his nose. "I think I'd want to clean this place up first, though, or else we'd be sneezing all the time."
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 4:00 pm
Clary looked confused for a moment, then realized what he thought. She grinned brightly, shaking her head. She swung her hands, palms out horizontally, and pointed across into the wall, where Crow was, just a room or two over. She wasn't the musician, she'd just listened enough to know the sound of a good piano, and to imitate the motions. Crow was the pianist.
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