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It was well into afternoon, which meant twilight since it was winter. The street lights were thinking of coming on out in the parking lot that was visible from the enclosed plaza. Stroud liked to loitre in that specific plaza because it was indoors enough to be warm with a jacket, outdoors enough that she could still smoke her pipe without someone jumping up her business, and always populated enough with business people throughout the day and evening that artists, musicians and flashmobs used it as a venue.

She'd even staked one out- across a small jaunt of decorative tiles near some other christmasfied planters and benches. The girl had been there for a bit. Stroud had picked a place for a good view and good acoustics but far enough so as not to be obviously WAITING. But the girl was doing everything but picking the damned violin up to play.

By the time her pipe was burned out of its pack of tobacco, she was fed up. Stroud stood, crossed the distance with very obvious purpose and focus, and loomed- "It isn't going to play itself. "

"Or, if you're waiting for some sweetheart to come pick it up, they've plainly stood you up and aren't coming by. "

"On the street?" Stroud arched a brow imperiously. This one was a little spacey, no doubt about it. "There's the internet for that, sweetcheeks. Ebay, Etsy, Craigslist ? Your not from a rock under lower Slabovia."

"Besides, you might have more interest if you just put up a sign and then played it to get people's attention. "

"Go on. Get to it," she motioned with a hand, "No witch hunt for errant violinists around these parts, I assure you."