Hear Nothing [action]

[mother_of_god]

[OH GOD OH GOD SCARY SKELETONS EVERYWHERE

[Alessa (in projection mode) has fled the terrifying and noisy dress-up corpse parade by hiding in the Concert Hall. Having calmed down slightly, she's been exploring and encountered one of the numerous pianos in a practice room.

[She plinks a note experimentally, then spends a moment trying to recall her (sadly brief) lessons.]

plink plinkety plink plink

[A very simple melody echoes faintly down the hall. It's inexpert, but the player has a little smile on her face.]

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[mother_of_god]

[She looks down shyly, and nods.]

i'd like that.

[exbride]

[Friends. Before Utena, she'd had no need or want of them. Something about Alessa gives way to trust, or if not trust, a certain vulnerability. It's the lightest she's felt since her arrival in the Gardens.]

I'm glad. [Her next words are strange-sounding, somewhat wry and distant:] If you have any problems, you can come to me with them. Maybe we can be friends like that.

[mother_of_god]

i... i want to help you, too.

i don't think there are a lot of things people can fix, for me...