mountains beyond mountains,

[hungrylike]

So, yeah, like, this place has all sorts of things, more'n I thought there'd be of what I was looking for, but there ain't any people I seen yet. Anybody around out there? Me, I'll be in the cafe, I guess. I'm brilliant with burgers.

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[sebastard]

[Oh, that smells really good. And looks really good. Also like it might be too hot to pick up. Sebastian goes hunting for a fork--it's not how you're supposed to eat fish and chips, but he doesn't want to get grease all over his fingers.]

This looks really lovely, thank you. D'you work here?

[hungrylike]

Aw, no. But I work in a cafe, back home. [He looks around, smiling, awed.] This place's just like it, really. I mean, except, the one at home's on a street corner.

[sebastard]

Yeah? [And Sebastian takes a careful bite of the hot fish. And then another. He gestures to it with the fork.] This is brilliant.

[hungrylike]

Yeah, uh. Working there for a while... [He watches the girl eat a bit, and then steps out to hold out his hand with obvious enthusiasm.] I'm Tom.

[sebastard]

How nice. [And Sebastian shakes his hand, fairly firmly.] I'm Viola. Nice to meet you, Tom.

[hungrylike]

[Tom just keeps on smiling.] You, eh, you been here long, Miss Viola?

[sebastard]

Oh, you don't have to call me 'Miss.' [A charming smile right back atcha, Tom.] I haven't been here too long--a day or two.

[hungrylike]

Oh, wow. I've been here... a few hours? [He looks around at the great echoing emptiness of it all.] Must've been lonely.

[sebastard]

Oh, a--a little, I suppose. [More than a little. Sebastian hates being alone.] But there's all the makeup I could want! A girl can't really complain.

[hungrylike]

[Tom nods and smiles a little-- the idea is just funny to him.] Really, huh? This place has all kinds-- there was a- uh... [apothecary and gunnery] a few nice shops, I saw.

[sebastard]

Yeah. Lots of boutiques. [Sebastian's holiday wardrobe has grown in leaps and bounds, suits and sundresses both.] And there's a stage with a piano down a few floors, it's just like a cabaret.

[hungrylike]

A piano? I've never seen one up close. [Tom smile, and then, thinking further, frowns, considering.] Where've you been staying? I mean, if there's no quick way to get home...

[sebastard]

[Sebastian frowns--seriously, who hasn't seen a piano?--before smiling again.] Maybe I can play for you later, hmm? Show you how it works.

[Another forkful of fish and a chip or two, and he shrugs.] There're rooms upstairs.

[hungrylike]

[And Tom positively beams.] Really? That's the one with keys, yeah?

[He looks around again in muted wonder. This is such a big building-- even bigger than the mall.] Huh. I haven't looked around much.

[sebastard]

Yes, the one with the keys. [Maybe they didn't teach music at this bloke's school. His smile is affecting, in any case.]

Nothing but rooms upstairs. I don't know how high up they go, but there're plenty.

[hungrylike]

[Tom is just happy to have someone to talk to. He doesn't like being alone, either.] You- you play?

[And then, without blinking or changing his expression:] Are they fortified?

[sebastard]

Yeah. I mean--I'm not amazing or anything, but I do all right.

[Blank stare.] Fortified?

[hungrylike]

Rubbish, I'm sure you're great. [He certainly wouldn't know.]

Y'know, against an attack.

[sebastard]

We'll see--I'll play you a song or two, you can decide for yourself.

[And so he smiles at Tom. And then frowns a bit, because fortification? Really?]

What kind of an attack?

[hungrylike]

Oh- I don't know what kind of songs you can play on the piano.

[Vampires.] Oh, you know, burglars and that. Best to keep safe and all.

[sebastard]

All kinds of songs. [Sebastian shrugs.] What kind of music d'you like?

Well, uh. I mean, the doors have locks. What kind of fortifications do you want?

[hungrylike]

[This stops Tom short.] ....Don't much listen to music, me.

Oh, that's good. [That, and the crucifixes he has in a bag under the counter... should be good enough to star with.] You just never know, with places you never been.

[sebastard]

Oh. Then it'll be a surprise, what you can play on a piano.

I guess not. [Pause. What do you say after that odd little interlude?] So where're you from, Tom?

[hungrylike]

You'll have to tell me. I only know how to whistle.

[He thinks a bit.] Oh, all places. But I settled in Barry Island a few months back. Got a job and everything.

[sebastard]

That's something! I can't whistle at all.

Oh--your job at the chip shop?