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Ro is a little aggravated while she makes her check on the low, harder to reach portions of the piano. She’s ruminating on how the simplest of things seemed to require so much management, and explanation, and cat herding.
Yes, Ro had plinked each of the piano keys, but she was not playing the piano. She was checking to see if any of them were dead, or noticeably more out of key, things that might happen if it was used as a release for a compartment in the piano.
And Lia decides that's an invitation for a recital. Meanwhile everyone else is standing around gawking, or wandering in circles, or beheading taxidermies. Just about any friggin’ permutation of ‘not useful’ possible, which means I have to either do everything myself or specifically direct someone to do every little thing, which means I might as well be doing it myself…
Ro continues her internal muttering until she notices a change in what Lia is playing. At first she thinks Lia is simply starting to really hit her full stride with the piano. Huh, I think I’ve heard that tune before, what is it?
It only takes a few more bars though for Ro to realize a couple of things. I know I’ve heard that song many times before and all that can’t be played with just two hands. Lia hasn’t changed what she’s doing at all!
The second thing prickles Ro’s flesh. She very much doubts anyone else in the room plays piano, much less that well, and even less at this time and place. Something’s here! What is that song? I’ve heard it a million times before.
Ro gets to her feet and moves back from the instrument, but with that song playing she can’t help but add some sashay to her steps back. "That's not just you playing. It's time to leave it alone and back away." And listen to the song.
Ro realizes she can’t catch what the song is because Lia is playing through it and everyone else is gabbing on over it. ’Do this’, ‘don’t do this do that’, ‘look at that’, nag nag, blah blah
”GET AWAY FROM THE DAMN PIANO LIA! EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE F@@! UP! LISTEN TO THE MUSIC!” Ro screams.
By the time Ro's outburst comes, she's moving much more vigorously, not just swaying to the tune but finding its rhythm, finding steps to a dance she knows she doesn't know. This scares her. She isn't dancing, her body is dancing her, moving of its own accord.
It's frightening, but that feeling is dulled by her anger. Edgar is fairly close so she turns to him to vent. A double twirl takes her right to him, but once she's there all she can utter is to him is "Listen to the music." as she pulls herself onto him and shimmies up and down his body.
Ro knows in the back of her mind this is completely mortifying, but she realizes she simply can't fight against what her body is doing as she swirls away from Edgar and onward. She manages to find a moment of clarity, pushing back the song and her anger long enough to think of something she might be able to do.
She can't fight against her body but maybe she can help it too much. Ro ceases her resistance to the dancing, even as it intensifies. Instead she joins with the dance, pushing even more. Then when she sees her moment, she pushes as hard as she can into the dancing, moving her body a little farther in the direction she must go. It's just enough more to put her over a chair she have otherwise skirted.
Ro goes down in a tumble, tripped by the chair. But the hard crash into the floor breaks her from the grip of the song and dance.
WILL: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Add +2 if this is a Charm or Compulsion.