Garage//voice//action

[synanthrope]

[There's the sound of metal on metal, and then an odd clicking, like heels on cement. The singing is low and soft, like she doesn't want to be heard]

The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out,
Up came the sun and dried up all the rain,
And the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again.

[There's a pause, and a breath.]

The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out...

[Her voice is technically very nice, but there's an odd flatness about it.]

Comments

sorry for the late tag, I lost the notif!

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

I guess another would ruin the cycle.

s'okay!

[synanthrope]

Would it?

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Well--unless there's another spout on top of the first. But that seems a bit much.

[synanthrope]

I don't think that's typical.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Probably true, even in a nursery rhyme.

[synanthrope]

I've never met you.

1/2

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Is that bad?

[synanthrope]

You tell me.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

You probably have a better idea than I do.

[synanthrope]

No. I don't know anything about you.

Start with your name.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Alan Ryves.

[synanthrope]

Alan Ryves.

Saya Wallace.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Do we count this as a meeting, then?

[synanthrope]

It will suffice, I suppose.

What do you do?

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Well--I work at a bookshop. Sorting, selling, occasionally telling people to get off the shelves.

[synanthrope]

That's your job, not what you do.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

What would you say that you do, then?

[synanthrope]

I fix things.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Not as a job?

[synanthrope]

I'm an engineer, professionally.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Ah. I suppose fixing's more specific, in that case.

[synanthrope]

Yes.

So what do you do?

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Arrange things.

[synanthrope]

I could always have someone in my corner to arrange things.