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Recently, I bought a personal item from one of the auctions in Markutte. In light of recent network posts of a festive Terran nature and having been exposed to Christmas before with far more ceremony, purely out of deference for a family member, I am aware that giving is very much in the spirit of the season. As purchasing gifts for a wide range of individuals would be a waste of resources and time which I must covet for my scientific studies, I am instead inclined to use the instrument in my possession.

It is a Vulcan harp.

[ Instruments, literal instrument ... Get it? ~~Whatever, his attempts at humor are golden.~~ Straight-faced, Spock leans back in his chair and settles it against his right shoulder, beginning to play. His left hand is bandaged, but he pays it no mind; after the post, green blood will have bitten through and the wraps will need changing.

Firstly, Brahms Intermezzo is played to invest people in the music he studied intently during his recreational time as a child. Shortly after that lulls to a close, you might think this stuffy Vulcan has nothing more interesting to offer but, son, you would be wrong. Music is mathematics, after all, and Spock adjusts the knobs on the instrument to alter the octaves and sounds to more of a guitar-quality. That's when he delves into an improvised piece still kicking around his memory, composed long before he set foot on the Enterprise. His final performance is a gentle carol he is very familiar with, for his own personal reasons, and he doesn't rush it into the previous natural rhythm in the slightest, almost playing for someone ... who has expressed their preferences on the matter before. (Perhaps the family member he mentioned at the start, for attentive listeners.)

The song is Silent Night. ]

( OOC: Vulcan harps/lyres are ridiculous, but these are the sound ranges, for reference. )

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Hmmm...

[He thinks for a moment, pondering the suggestion.]

Yeah, probably. I'll think on it. Guess I should decide what sorta instrument I should focus on before anythin' else.

That would be wise. I shall play again later in the privacy of our house.

I'd like that.

Think you could giwe me a few pointers on pickin' up a instrument later? I may not know much in terms a playin' yet, but I do know they all wary well enough that not all adwice will work for ewery instrument, but either way, any tips would be helpful an' appreciated.

You may play my harp to ascertain whether or not you prefer a stringed instrument.

[!!]

Really? I'd enjoy learnin' how to play that proper, to be honest. It's a fine bloody instrument from what I'we heard already. [That and well, he likes Spock and it'd be cool to learn to play an instrument from Spock's world.]

[ Just a calm nod. ]

If you wish.

I definitely do. It might be easier this way anyways, learnin' from someone who got the knowhow in what the fuck they're doin' than me stumblin' about on my own tryin' to learn.

You are not unintelligent, I will teach you a basic scale to begin with. [ If he has to listen to anything at the house, he'd rather it was his own harp. ] Until later, then.

I know I ain't. So long as I got a good start to work from, I should be fine. [But he does kind of beam at the compliment. Thank you Spock, that does nicely for his ego.] Yeah sure thing. I'll be lookin' forward to it.

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