we'll paint the town blue 'cause baby red is so passe ( negotiably open )

[rhinemaid]

Who: Ilde Decima, GG Giordano, John Mitchell, Adam Monroe, Hasibe Ozcelik, Ivan.
What: In which no one is even a little bit surprised that Ilde shirks manual labour.
Where: Raven's Gate.
When: Backdated to Monday/Newdi afternoon.
Notes: The obligatory polyvore. HOW THIS IS GONNA WORK (the post, not Ilde's dress): I will set up with an introductory bit! After that, you are free to set up threads and tag amongst yourselves as well as me! A thread for ACQUIRING THE PIANO FROM ITS CURRENT RESIDENCE for GG and Adam and Mitchell? Assorted interactions at Ilde and Sonja's house? Orion terrorizing dudes because dogs and balls? Hey look a guide to moving pianos. I am research!Liisu.
Warnings: ...listed under 'who', lbr. (I'll specify if something comes up.)

As promised, the details go out by text: the addresses (the woman who'd sold Ilde the piano, and the villa), directions for both and the agreed upon time. The piano itself is nothing exceptional (particularly next to Ilde's cello or harp), but it's not a shabby instrument and not irrelevantly comes with its own covering and four wheeled dolly for transportation; if the locations had been further apart, Ilde might have arranged for something like a truck, but it should be possible to just wheel the thing through some mercifully flat streets from one property to the other without incident. ('Should'.) Optimistically, Ilde is hoping that the most annoying part of getting it upstairs to her music studio will be her, anxiously backseat driving without actually participating in any useful way, as has always been her traditional part in the transportation of instruments.

At the villa, she and Hasi are already installed on the front porch with a view of the driveway - which would be more convincingly virtuous in needing to make sure the piano gets here safely if they didn't also have cushions, drinks and a sun-shade like an especially spoiled mid-afternoon peanut gallery.

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[lazarusrisen]

The piano comes into view down the street, at some distance, guided by the group who had agreed to move it. But then one of their number, not actively occupied in pushing, pulling, or holding, breaks off from the group. He sprints ahead, coming down the sidewalk and up the driveway with the quick, sure step of a fit young man.

He pauses at the very bottom step, bowing slightly, a brief dip of his head combined with a personable smile. "Ilde. How lovely to meet you in person." The accent is unmistakably British, almost (but not quite) Received Pronunciation.

He turns, long enough to also greet Hasi; it's a fleeting shift of his attention, but polite, appreciative. "Miss. I'm Adam." And then back to Ilde, lifting his chin, indicating the door that leads into the house. "The rest of the group seem to have the piano well in hand. May I step inside and see where you want it to be put? I can perhaps guide them once they get here and I help them get it up these steps."

[norea]

Hasibe offers him a small, interested smile; he's nice-looking, certainly, and so well-mannered as to make her pay extra attention. (It isn't that she dismisses the possibility some men are just that well-mannered, but usually it denotes something interesting, somewhere.)

She is wearing a black and white patterned dress as she sits next to Ilde, her red jacket folded up neatly next to her. She doesn't say anything, since the question was to Ilde, but she presses the cold glass--alcohol for her, not for Ilde, obviously--to her collarbone so the cool condensation touches her skin, alleviating the heat ever so slightly. Not enough to really matter, but it feels nice, at least.

[nivapackersandmovers]

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