one. action.

[ Sometime in the evening - after the sun has gone down - there is a girl floating above the fountain. Just chilling out in mid air, one leg crossed over the over as she cradles what looks like, from a distance, an axe.

And she's playing it?

Ah. Those are strings. This is a bass axe. And Marceline is strumming it as she hovers over the water, singing softly to herself and occasionally twisting and moving in the air to the imagined beat of her song. ]

Gonna go on out there
Find out who brought me here and
Make them see
This just isn't the place for me
Gonna make them regret

... man, that totally sucks.

[ She stops playing to tune her bass instead, floating down to the ground so she can sit on the edge of the fountain instead. She keeps talking, but it's definitely not to any curious passerby. ]

Glad I found you, baby. Dad would be pre-tty mad if I lost you. Not that he's here. Whatever. [ Shrugs and keeps working.

Depending on who approaches her, she will do one of two things:

A) greet them casually.

B)

Pick your poison! ]