3rd Broadcast - [action]

[thatmadbastard]

[If anyone happens to go outside this afternoon, it's highly likely they will hear the burst of opera coming from somewhere, loudly.

[This somewhere just so happens to be a window from House 32's second floor. The double windows are thrust open and out into the peaceful town of Luceti, revealing a less than picturesque view of Guy Burgess, shirtless, with his record player.

His arms swing back and forth, his body timed to every swell of the music. The spy is vibrantly conducting the opera with his torso leaning over the bottom ledge, making magnanimously expressive faces as he mouths--and sometimes sings them in a rugged baritone over the lovely singer and classical strings.

Someone is clearly happy.]

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[burns_so_brightly]

[Stepping outside his apartment building, Julian hears strains of something. Opera. La Traviata. Instead of going to get tea like he intended, he ventures in the direction of the music, following a niggling suspicion. It's confirmed when he reaches house 32 and breaks into a smile, seeing Guy up on the second floor conducting shirtless.

He waits till the end of the aria before applauding and laughing.]

Bravo! Bravo, maestro!

[thatmadbastard]

[Guy sets the needle off the record before leaning out the window again to bow gratefully.]

OH THE LOVE! You are too kind!

[burns_so_brightly]

Are you coming down for your curtain call, signor, or do I have to climb up?

[thatmadbastard]

[Guy grins, flashing Julian a bright smile.]

It would be rude of me not to greet my beloved audience.

[He disappears to dress quickly so he can run down and see the man this jubilant exultation was all about.]

[burns_so_brightly]

[Julian is ready to receive his beau with a hug and a kiss.]

Verdi seems to indicate you're having a good day!

[fleurdesel]

[That noise....no, not noise. Music. Opera. Adele frowns to herself while on the way to the snow sculpture contest and follows the echoing strains of something so familiar and out of place in the village. It takes a few turns, doubling back twice, and one moment spent just standing to listen before she homes in on where it originates. A house. Curious she walks closer, blinking up at the shirtless man half hanging out a window.

Dear lord.]

...Do I even wish to know why you are butchering this particular opera?

[thatmadbastard]

[Guy peers down from the window, the music still triumphant behind him.]

I am not.

[How childish, Guy.]

[fleurdesel]

I suppose this is the pinnacle performance of this particular piece, then?

[thatmadbastard]

Of course not.

[His rather petulant look turns to one of sheer contentment. The spy hasn't been this happy in years. Nearly a decade, in fact, or perhaps ever when he really thought about it.]

It is an exultation, dear.

[fleurdesel]

An exaltation of what, may I ask? [Adele knew well the appearance of a man pleased. Possibly enamored. Full to bursting with joy, though it had been years since she'd seen it quite so well.]

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin himself was steadily meandering around town, unable to keep himself cooped up in his apartment despite doctor's orders. Tony Stark's mad brawler's fest did a number on him and, though pleased with himself for having given as good as he'd gotten, was mentally kicking himself.

It was stupidity on his part. Mostly.

The sound of the gleeful baritone is a welcome distraction from his scrapes. It wasn't an opera he recognized, but he knew the words and was confident enough to follow along in his own tenor if he wanted to risk further pain. Singing with broken ribs? Definitely not doctor's orders. Instead, he contents himself with watching in amusement.]

That, good sir, is the best rendition that song I've ever heard. [never mind it being the only rendition...] Have you thought of performing on stage?

[thatmadbastard]

[He does a flourish of a bow over the ledge.]

I appreciate the arts, though I do not partake often. Fan of opera, are you?

[He's never met the man but he's never one to refuse conversation.]

[redjacketthief]

I'm a fan of anything that's interesting and entertaining!

[This met both counts. He returns a bow of his own, graciously and politely.] You do this kind of thing often?

[thatmadbastard]

Particular occasions and what they bring call for different methods of expression.

This just happens to be fitting of it all.

[Guy is smiling contentedly, hardly the nearly broken man he was weeks ago.]

[redjacketthief]

[Okay, this explanation drew his curiosity.]

What kind of ocassion is this then?

[relictusdeus]

[The jaunty opera - and Guy's intermittent singing - lures him while he happens to be wandering aimlessly, and his curiosity is rewarded by the sight of a shirtless man vigorously conducting. He folds his arms across his chest, smiling privately, his amusement tinged with condescension.

Mad or mad drunk, this fellow? No matter.

He cocks his head slightly at the opera's end and then offers soft applause, his fingers tapping his palm.] ...Bra-vo~.

[thatmadbastard]

[Guy sets the needle off the record and reaches for his hat, which he places on his head with a certain smugness.]

Ah, thank you. I have a fondness for opera that isn't well contained.

[relictusdeus]

Mmmhn. [An amused sound of his emerges more as a murmur of pleasure. With his gaze still fixed, he slowly spreads his arms wide, invitingly.]

Will you oblige me with another performance? Or... have you finished?

[thatmadbastard]

That requires another record, and I believe my desire to shout from the rooftops has been sated by the window.

[He takes a moment to finally take in who it is he's talking to. Honestly, the first thing he can think of is that the man came from the bloody circus. Either that, or he's a member of some sort of social deviance he hasn't yet come into contact with.

It's nearly nothing at all! Well.]

[relictusdeus]

[With a lingering smile he lowers his arms to his sides, doing his best not to shiver in the fierce cold.] A shame. And I was rather enjoying your little show.

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[semper_cogitans]

[This is not something Robert expected to see when stepping outdoors from volunteering at the Battle Dome's clinic.

He has literally never heard this song in his life. And the device Guy has nearby him (whatever it is producing the music) is stupendously ancient - that alone is shocking.

... Mind the scientist kind of staring at you, Guy?]

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[thatmadbastard]

[Upon the opera's finale, Guy looks down at his audience and smiles.]

Ahhh, it seems we meet again!

[He recognises the man from before, in the library. This is a much happier time now.]

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[semper_cogitans]

[It sure looks like it...]

... S-Salutations...

... M-Might I... ask exactly w-what on Terra you are playing that... m-music with...?

[Yes, that is what Robert is latching onto.]

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[thatmadbastard]

Ah, this lovely instrument here? [He points to it.] A record player, my fellow! My guess is that it seems antiquated to you from our... previous talk.

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[semper_cogitans]

... A-Antiquated would not... properly describe it, but... y-yes.

[Robert meanders a little closer to study said record player. He doesn't even know how it works...]