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WEEK TWO

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It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.

... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!

Except there is, perhaps, a few things amiss.

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[ ASH is a very advanced computer system, no doubt, but appreciating music is still largely beyond him. He can analyze the notes and make an educated guess on whether or not it would be pleasing to the human ear based on his research; even so, to him, notes are all it is. Noise. He emigrates from his room towards the end of one of Hannibal's songs (or what he's determined to probably be the end), driven by curiosity, as usual.

The size of the thing is more surpring than anything. He narrows his eyes at the instrument before glancing to its player. ]

Where did you find this?

[ That's not the response that Hannibal expected, but admittedly, he supposes it doesn't matter. He shrugs very lightly, letting his fingers rest on the keys fondly. ]

A long story, technically. Having a harpsichord custom built is quite the process.

[ Because of course he did... Hannibal is That Pretentious. ]

But I imagine you don't mean how I acquired it originally. I found it in my room when I arrived. I have no explanation for how that's possible, but that's true of many things about this town.

[ that sure is pretentious!! Ash raises an eyebrow, but doesn't comment on him having custom-built musical instruments more than that. In the long list of stupid things humans have done, that doesn't even rank in the top 10. ]

They put an entire harpsichord in your room? That's absurd. They didn't give me a thing.

[ he doesn't mean to sound like a whiny child but he kind of totally does. ]

They certainly did, and I'm inclined to agree that it's rather absurd. It could have been down here from the start instead of Will and I having to move it.

[ That's definitely the ridiculous part. Not the having it in the first place part, because that makes total sense. He does look surprised, and inclines his head lightly as if prompting Ash to continue. ]

But nothing for you? Did you ask the Sheriff why?

Do you really think he'd give me a straight answer? That man has no thoughts of his own in his mind.

[ moreover, he doubts they'd be willing to give him what he truly wants, if only because it's bigger than this entire town... but he also strongly doubts the Sheriff's ability to tell them anything that his masters haven't already made him explain. ]

[ Hannibal cants his head to the side lightly as a gesture of mild uncertainty, but it's followed with a small shrug. ]

He may. I have had more luck than not with asking him questions. Though it's quite true that he's not always... forthcoming.

[ Which is a polite way to put it. But Hannibal is a very polite person, so he can't help it. ]

He's chosen his side.

[ the gross and wrong side!! if only he'd join ash for the glorious robot uprising. Unfortunately, Ash has already pretty much given up on him. ]

Besides, there's no petty material good he could award me that would improve my situation. I doubt that your oversized instrument will help you much at all.

Has he? [ Hannibal raises an eyebrow quizzically as he asks, because that hasn't exactly been his impression. He's actually frustratingly neutral, but Hannibal also doesn't realize that Ash isn't talking about the same thing here...

Though, to the instrument, his lips purse just slightly. It's not much more of a smile, but he does seem a bit more wry as he answers. ]

That would depend on how you define help. But I would assume you would not place much weight on the social and calming effects of music.

[ if he can modify the harpsichord to shoot lasers, missiles, or genetically-modified attack animals, ash will consider it helpful ]

Hm. Not in this place. And not with something so... antique.

[ he doesn't think he's ever actually seen one of these. and whatever might have been held in museums is long gone thanks to him. ]

[ At least the harpsichord being called antique doesn't surprise him too much, but it is somewhat rude. So what if it's old, Ash!! It's beautiful and refined!! But. That's neither here nor there, since the answer itself strikes him as a bit odd. ]

If not here, then where?

[ he shakes his head. ]

The humans here are too nervous for something like that to be truly effective.

[ of course, ash is imagining a more nefarious use for "calming effects" - lulling them into a sense of security and grouping them all together could have many uses, if he was still back home, trying to purge the planet... ]

[ Yeah, you've officially lost Hannibal, but at least he's not judging. Yet. He turns to look at Ash a bit more, though it does come with a light shake of his head. ]

That's an odd way to put it, so I don't believe we're talking about the same thing. What weight would you place on it?

[ sorry, hannibal... he's so trapped in his own head that he tends to be hard to follow at times... ]

Bringing people together, of course. If you need to deal with a large group, then I can see how music might be useful... but I don't think anyone will be interested in attending a little harpsichord concert when they've been snatched from their homes like this.

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