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♪: (2nd melody) [text] friendships

Dear Wonderland,

I suppose it is time to give myself a proper introduction to those not familiar with me. My name is Sona, called the maven of the strings by many. I am a healer, if need be, please feel free to contact me velocissimo, should you be wounded or ill.

I am curious to see if any of you would care to come to a small impromptu concert, if not, a simple sitting with tea is perfectly fine. I do not know many of you, and I plan to change that. If you choose the latter, be aware that I cannot speak.

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Pretty damn sure. He knew what colour my school was, my brother's name, stuff about my mom - things that I hadn't told anyone here.

How do you know? I mean - I was a cartoon character. What if I can't even fart without someone's approval and hours of meticulous animation work?

[He makes a note of the name.]

I'll see if the closets can pull anything up. Worst case scenario: I wind up with nothing or their entire range falls out of there.

Does it really matter? Your memories still exist. They are real to you. I can tell your soul is in great turmoil over this. Perhaps you could use mental relief. Would you be willing to let me help you?

Do be careful. The manufacture does create some choice weapons as well.

Of course it matters! They could cancel the show and I'd never get older! Or they might kill me off because I'm not necessary to the formula any longer. Oh God, what if this is just a spin off and I'll never get to go home?

[He nods.]

Yeah, hit me up with the mental whatsits. Shit, I can't even get excited about futuristic space weapons.

[Oh, the poor thing. However, this is pretty..interesting. No one has recognized her. Does that mean she is real and he isn't?]

..You think we are all stuck in something fictional?

You will get home. I've heard of others going home.

[Sigh.]

Meet me in the tea room on the second floor.

Also, I may be able to grant you one of those weapons, if you cannot, but be aware that they are quite dangerous.

[This one is pretty cool, but she fears him shooting someone's eye out.]

Dude, we're in Wonderland. As in, the titular location from Alice in Wonderland. The place itself is clearly fictional.

I'll be right there.

[And a little while later, he follows up on his promise. He makes himself comfy in a seat, but he's still plainly upset. His communicator is out ready to continue the conversation through text - he remembered what she said about not being able to talk.]

..Well, I've never heard of such a place.

[This is fucking weird, okay? Well, whatever. Sona is seated on the damn floor, because why not? It gives her enough room to play the instrument. She strikes a sad chord when he enters, a strange sound that somehow shows her worry.]

I will begin when you are ready. Simply close your eyes and relax.

Uh, sure.

[He closes his eyes, then opens them again.]

Wait, promise that you're not going to render me unconscious and sell my organs on the black market.

Why would I want to do that? I'm sure no black market even exists in wonderland.

..Trust me, I've been doing my job for a very long time.

[And what is that? Helping others, of course!!]

Then you've got more faith in this place than I do.

[He closes his eyes again and tries to relax.]

[And she makes merry with the music, a soothing, relaxing tone that treats neurons just like strings, playing them in a pleasing manner. She steadies and calms him. Maybe she does have too much faith in this place, but it hasn't been that bad yet.]

[The tension in his back fades and he slides lower in his seat. His worries don't seem that important any longer.]

Dude. This is better than acid.

[Maybe she's a horrible person for giving someone the brief escape they need, but really, she tries to help. Eventually she stops playing and stares at him.]

I would hope so.

Do you feel any better?

[The effect only lasts for as long as the music is being played, but..whatever, she hopes it refreshed him.]

[He starts when the music finishes, not expecting the sudden end to the feeling. Still, he can't deny that it was a relief to be less wound up for a while.]

Yeah, a bit. Thanks.

So will the healing effects of your instrument work even if it's just a recording or do you have to play it live for every person?

[She gives him a shrug of her shoulders.]

I'm not entirely sure. I've never been recorded.

You should test it out! It'd be a medical revolution if it worked.

[She puts her finger to her chin.]

It would, wouldn't it?

..I'd be willing to try.

Want me to go grab some kind of recorder from the closet so we can test it out?

[She nods.]

[Kyle returns with a handheld recording device.]

I don't know what sort of reproduction quality we'll get with this, but it should show if it works or not. I'll hit record when you're ready.

[She nods, puts her fingertips back on the strings, and makes them sing again.]

[He plays it back when she's done. The effect slips over him again until he jerks a finger down on the stop button.]

Shit. This could seriously revolutionise modern medicine. Can it close wounds? Repair organ damage?

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