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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Unsung" data-source="post: 6586708" data-attributes="member: 6781406">[ooc]As you wish. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />[/ooc]The same rapturous unbroken silence pours over the room. The bariaur barmaid locks eyes with Oz, and suddenly presses forward for a kiss. The bartender leans his rag on the bar, staring wistfully into space as the ancient tavern cat tiptoes across the bar in front of him. The card-players look down at the table in front of them like it's some unreachable thing, the cards and coins as unreachable as wishes in the bottom of a well. The crowd of smiths and tanners at the back of the hall. face the apparently empty space where the music ushers forth, with hangdog parishioner looks, like a bunch of small-town sinners who've just been served with a Sunday sermon, on lessons that they never should've forgotten.Then, just like that, the song comes to an ends. Just like that, and the spell is broken."Not a dry eye in the house." The chair creaks back on the wooden floor. The man in the Hawaiian shirt gets to his feet. His weathered face is clouded with emotion. "...Okay, so that there was some...Randy Newman, I think. Picayune. That's your name, right? Isn't it? Talk to me, Picayune. Tell me where you know these songs from, tell me how I just happen to be passing by, and here you are playing Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald, some song I haven't heard in over...eleven years, in some basement bar in the City of Doors. Tell me," he breathes out raggedly, "tell me how we get back."</blockquote>

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