Shore Leave Part 3: The Return Of Stacy

[cityship]

Down on the surface of the planet Zokez II, Stacy's erstwhile (and hopefully much more relaxed) crew began receiving messages over their comm rings and omnicoms.

||Shore Leave is now over, please return to the site for pick up. I repeat, Shore Leave is now over, please return to the site for pick up. I hope you have enjoyed your stay on Zokez II, but all good things must come to an end. Please return to the site for pick up. If you do not return, you will be left behind.||

She means it, too. Better get your butts back to the ship.

[OOC: Please thread amongst yourselves!]

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[greennotgold]

Fletcher had made it back to Obs Deck in almost no time, and was leaning against the same wall as Jamie. He looked a little downcast, and was carrying a bag of clothing and small trinkets -- the food he'd splurged on safe on the magic bus.

When Jamie started playing his whistle, Fletcher looked up. "What's that?"

[bonnypiperlad]

Even as he's trying to string the notes together into a tune, Jamie glances over and down at Fletcher. There's a slightly crooked smile that appears, and he lowers the instrument. "Oh, hello, Fletcher. Ah...it's a lot like something we used to have back home called a pennywhistle. Ye play music on it."

His eyes flick to the whistle and back over again, narrowing thoughtfully as they take in the boy's apparent mood. "I've not seen ye for a bit. How are ye doing?"

[greennotgold]

"Oh! It's really nice." He'd have to look that one up.

He tried to brighten his mood. "Ah, I'm okay... It's just a little sad. I like this planet."

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie nods, understanding. Part of him doesn't want to leave, either. There was still a lot he hadn't gotten to see. "Hopefully we'll be able to get to someplace like this again, aye?"

That thoughtful look is turned back on the pennywhistle, and he seems to be considering something. After a brief contemplation, he offers out the whistle. "Would ye like to try it?"

[greennotgold]

Fletcher nods. There will be other worlds... he hopes, anyway.

"Me? Um-- sure!" He lights up. "I don't know how to play one, though..."

[bonnypiperlad]

"Och, I can show ye." Jamie crouches down, to make it easier to demonstrate, and indicates the mouthpiece. "This is where ye blow into, here. And ye put your fingers like so..."

Covering the three top holes with his left fingers, and the bottom three with his right, Jamie goes through a series of notes, where he lifts the fingers where appropriate. He does this fairly slowly, so Fletcher can get an idea of what to do.

When he's finished, he offers out the whistle again and asks, "Did ye want me to go over that again for ye or did ye want to try now?"

[greennotgold]

Fletcher pays close attention, brows knitting as he concentrates on Jamie's instructions. Finally, he takes the whistle and looks it over, then nods. "I think I've got it..."

The notes don't seem to sound as good as when Jamie played them, but he keeps at it, not playing any discernible melody, just whatever comes to mind.

[bonnypiperlad]

"Hey, that's not bad!" Jamie says, a bit of a smile appearing on his face. "We'll make a piper out of ye yet."

He's not exaggerating - some people can't even get the notes to come out when they first try. Sliding down to a fully seated position, he listens, letting Fletcher play with the whistle as long as he likes.