one. action.

[bassvamp]

[ 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! ]

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I'll let you pick the reaction

[sweetfang]

[Mavis has been keeping herself on the down low for the most part since she got stuck in Luceti but it was a nice night to go flying. At the sound of singing from the town square she stops in her tracks, bat wings flapping as she listens to the sound before swooping in, still careful to stick to the shadows. Peeking out from around the corner of a building she spots Marceline floating above the fountain, her eyes widening with surprise and instant curiosity.

Taking a moment to transform back into her human shape she steps out from the shadows. Whoever she was, she didn't smell human so...hopefully she won't freak out at her.]

Hey! Those are some pretty sweet tunes.

sweet. you get A!

[bassvamp]

I know, right?

[ Maceline turns gently in the air, grinning at the other girl. ]

Music's my thing. I'm, like, totally punk rock. I mean, this song isn't, but. [ Blink. ] You get the idea.

[ She floats to the ground, propping one hand on her hip. ] You play anything?

[sweetfang]

Awesome! I can sing but I wish I could play something like you do.

[When Marceline lands Mavis takes a couple steps closer, eyeing the bass with a bright smile when she realizes what it is.]

Oh wicked, your bass is an axe?