Open like the elevator doors in The Shining

[slayer_not_player]

CHARACTERS: John Tillman and YOU
LOCATION: Various
SUMMARY: A WILD TILLMAN APPEARS!
NOTES: Prose or action tags are cool by me
Backdated, presentdated, futuredated w/e w/e
Feel free to harass him in hallways, in the showers, while he's cooking food, or... pretty much anywhere you can think of.

I look forward to playing with you! I'm 'whatuhflamer' on aim and 'queefofchat' on plurk. Don't be shy if you want to plot something out! I'd be happy to start a thread.
herp derp that is all

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[slayer_not_player]

[Tillman has a hand up to intercept the wayward shoulder headed his way, but the mousy little man caught himself before it became necessary.]

Not at all. [His gaze is obviously assessing, but not particularly threatening or obtrusive. His gaze falls on the saxophone and lingers there. It's the first honest to goodness instrument he's seen in... six years? Seven? Maximum security prisons were a dull place and music hadn't been a priority before he'd gone into one.]

Do you play? Here, I mean. For an audience.

[shoyu]

Here? In the kitchen?

[ a small laugh as soysauce rummages through a different cupboard to dig up an empty cup, returning the reed to his mouth and moving to the sink. it only takes him a few moments to get a half-full cup to dip the reed into. ] I can't say I've ever played in a kitchen before, sir. But if you'd like a song, I can certainly oblige!

[ a rather rough-looking man, this person, but perhaps fond of music? soysauce beams at tillman as he leans back against the counter. ] Do you like jazz?

[slayer_not_player]

[Tillman smiles, just a bit in response. Genuine smiling happiness from a stranger aimed in his direction? It's been a while.]

Acoustics might not be optimal in here, but a song would be nice if you have the time.

[shoyu]

It would be my pleasure, sir.

[ a deep, almost theatrical bow in tillman's direction, before soysauce retrieves his reed from the cup of water -- taking a few moments to fit it in place. and when he starts playing, the first few notes come out a little squeaky, a little flat before it starts sounding nice. the acoustics in the kitchen really aren't too good, but for what it's worth, it's a nice little saxophone solo he's got going. ]

[slayer_not_player]

[ Tillman leans back against the counter, settling in to listen. He's far from a connoisseur of jazz (or music at all, really) but the music sounds nice. He finds himself smiling a little wider, a little truer. God, real music. He straightens to applaud when the song reaches it's conclusion.]

[shoyu]

[ one last, long note that tapers off to end the song, then soysauce gives a deep, theatrical bow as thanks for the applause. he's always felt most at home when performing, and he smiles brightly at tillman before leaning back against the counter again. ]

I hope that didn't sound too rusty? [ a beat, before he extends a hand with a sheepish laugh. ] Ah, please forgive me, I've forgotten my manners. Please call me Soysauce. At your service, sir.

[slayer_not_player]

[Tillman's handshake is firm.]

Tillman. Good to meet you. First time I've heard music in five years or so. Thank you. [It's probably hard to tell because he's got a mad-awesome poker face, but he's having an emotion.

[shoyu]

A pleasure to meet you, Mister Tillman. [ and then a somewhat surprised blink at what tillman's saying, withdrawing his hand. ] Five years! That's quite a long time to be deprived of music.

[ he's curious as to what kind of circumstances this man's been in, but he's not rude enough to pry -- soysauce just gives a soft laugh as he bows his head. ] It may not be much, but I'd be glad to offer my services at any time.

[slayer_not_player]

It is. [he wouldn't have had a problem explaining that he was in prison if Soysauce had asked, but because he didn't, Tillman isn't going to bring it up.]

Even back home, most music on the radio was computer-rendered garbage. I might just take you up on that.