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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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[There doesn't need to be too much speaking if it involves music.]

The concert sounds fun.

I am more than happy to oblige.

Velo-what? Does that have something to do with velociraptors?

But anyway, hi. I'm Kyle. What sort of concert are we talking about?

It means swiftly.

An Etwahl concert. It is a rare instrument that I grew up with. Not even I know how it ended up within my possession.

If it just turned up in your room one day, you should probably check it for hidden cameras. That's what I do when something's been planted in my room back home and ninety-seven percent of the time, it's bugged. Other than that, I'm totally down for hearing a rare instrument get played.

I was found with it when I was a baby. I have no memory of it, and I doubt there were cameras where I was found.

It has abilities beyond normal instruments. The Etwahl can heal and even sooth the emotions. I have seen grievous wounds closed by its melodies.

What time would be convenient for you? I'm trying to create a date that will work for everyone.

Whoa, dude. That's pretty fucking sweet. How long do the effects last?

[He could definitely go for some of that right about now.]

Eh, whenever suits everyone else. The only thing I've got planned is skulking in my room and working on a brainwave blocker.

The effects last long as the music is being played, but the healing does last after it. The wounds do not reopen.

[Sulking? Oh, that will not do! Sona is joy and happiness!!]

Why are you sulking? And..why are you working on a brainwave blocker?

Shit. That's awesome. So you're a doctor?

[Kyle folds his arms and leans back in his chair. This could get pretty lengthy.]

I've discovered that I might not be real and that my crappy-ass mirror doesn't have two braincells to bash against each other, so he can't help me reason it out. I mean, I know that the fictional can be just as real to people emotionally as things that actually happen in their lives, but I never wanted to be potentially fictional. I don't like the thought of some asshole pulling my strings. And my best friend isn't here.

I need a brainwave blocker because the mansion must be hacking into our brainwaves in order to provide immediate translations of everything we say. Since the mansion is clearly a douche, I don't want that to happen.

I am a healer. I don't know much about the scientific workings of the body.

[She listens to him..hmm..]

You are not fictional, and I apologize about your best friend. Perhaps he will come here later?

..That is a good idea, but I do wonder how you could get the technology here.

But someone from here recognised me from a TV show. Either I've been living in some sick reality show, or I'm made up. I wouldn't be the first one here who is.

[His voice gradually increases in pitch as he talks, only to turn hollow again when he continues speaking.]

I don't know. One of my friends from home is here, but with my luck it'll be the fatass who turns up next.

[Yeah, let's think about the brainwave blocker. That's a much better topic, because at least he has some control over that.]

The closets are pretty good at providing stuff. I just need to research materials and how it'll work, I think. Is it something you have on your world?

Who said that is the only option? Couldn't what is real in one world be fictional in the next? There must be another explanation, because clearly you are independent.

The technology exists. In my home some places have little to do with scientific regulation, but I am not a scientist. Many of them are..well..a little bit mad.

They didn't recognise me in this world full of fictional characters I once went to. But I guess if that was some sister world parallel to my own maybe the rules there would be different to the rules elsewhere?

That's the thing - how do I know that I'm independent? Sure, I can think, but it's possible that each of my thoughts is scripted out for me.

[He grabs a pen and paper.]

Can you remember what the technology is called? Even some of the components would be a massive help.

Where should I meet you?

Oh! I want to come.

I am not sure yet. I will make a public announcement when I find a suitable time for everyone.

When are you free?

Anytime.

[No real immediate plans. Well, if she holds a concert at midnight, he's probably not free. Destroying the hedge maze and things for training.]

What instrument do you play?

[A mute healer who can throw a concert and likes tea? Consider Beato's curiosity tickled.]

Is there any chance you might be able to do both? Music is soothing, especially if tea is offered afterwards.

The Etwahl. It is a rare, one of a kind instrument.

Certainly. I am glad to have an audience.

I certainly can!

Stranger things have occurred. Are you sure the person was not lying?

I highly doubt everything you say is scripted.

..Hextech..hmm..

No, I do not recall its name, only the manufacture.

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.

What's it look like? [It's got strings, he has to assume.]

[She turns video on. It shows Sona, seated, with a strange instrument hovering at her fingertips. She reaches for the comm's device.]

Like that.

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