Who: Eric and Nicki
What: Midnight meeting
Where: Garden
When: Day two, nighttime
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Insanity

Nicki had of course, as always, went dead as stone for the daylight hours. This didn’t bode well for him, since when he woke up he realized he was sleeping on the midget infested ghost bed that he vowed not to lay in until it was…fixed. However one would fix that sort of situation. This of course, led to him snatching up his violin protectively, and screaming profanities at the bed. How dare it let him sleep on it?

This went on for a good ten minutes, until one flailed misplaced step landed on the sheets he’d strung up to make the curtains of a crude stage, and he tumbled backward, head over heel, right through the window and clunked in a heap in the garden. He blinked wide once he righted himself up. He’d escaped the room! It was a miracle! What a nice garden. He liked gardens.

The evil bed was forgotten, and he moved up and over to the roses quicker then a mortal eye would be able to catch, and his bow was at his violin. He played loud and frantic music, like a hand going right in your heart and pulling out everything it could, and dragging it over the strings. They’d called him the Devils Violinist for a reason. He swayed and walked around like he was on stage, totally unaware of his surroundings.