Fourth Uprising [Audio, backdated to a day or so after Chopin disappeared]

[niepokonany]

[[AUDIO]]

[Luceti is surely used to hearing Chopin's music played over the journals by now. This time, though, it's played by a less steady hand-- whoever is playing isn't terrible, but he isn't a genius, or even a professional. Still, there's a lot of feeling in the song, slow and sad as it is.]

[And when it's finished, there's a long pause before he manages to push out the words:]

Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin -- Frederic -- isn't in Luceti anymore.

[What else can he say? Nothing, so he ends the feed.]

[[VIDEO - Locked to House 44 residents]]

So just a heads up, I'm gonna go find my own place.

[He never REALLY lived there anyways, he thinks, just sort of crashed in Chopin's room. And without him there... He's going to have to find ways to make it on his own here.]

Comments

[Written]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia listens to the song, recognizing it as Chopin's work. It's not played perfectly, but it's still beautiful and he would be proud. Well done, piano player.

It's the message that comes after that makes Ginia's heart sink a little. Frederic was gone. She didn't know him well, though the fact they were once friends does make things feel a little more bitter. But she did respect him and was enjoying her piano lessons with him.]

Thank you for letting us know. He'll be missed.

[Video] Private

[windandrain]

[It's difficult to restrain tears, at this point. Another friend gone inside a week, another friendly face gone. And the house was dimmer for it.]

Of course, Poland. If you need help, I'll be here.

[voice]

[folklorist]

[ Oh gods that...was painful to hear. Another person gone and again another friend. Helios will bite his lip on his end before replying, listening to the other man speak and finish. He takes a deep breath to steady himself because Frederic was one of many who was like a brother and family to him. ]

You don't...have to leave you know? I-I mean you can stay if you like. The house is certainly big enough. [ He sounds impossibly sad and tired when he speaks. ]

[Voice]

[of_sablier]

Ah... thank you for telling us. He'll surely be missed, as a teacher and as a friend.

[Goodness. That means he's the only music teacher now, doesn't it? So much for the students of Luceti actually getting proper lessons...]