(\ /) [ it's another audio file. ] [ more jazz music and calmer ambience with a soft overlay of static. there's the sound of the cutting of some fabric, before the shears are set aside. "are you just waiting for me to do something 'interesting' again?" a pause. with a huff, Leveret seems to stand up, walking across the room and fidgeting with a radio of sorts. (cue: Jitterbug Waltz from Bioshock 2.) there's another sound of footsteps- heavier ones- that come closer, as does a gruffer, more gentlemanly voice: ??? : "So! Hows progress?" LEV : "...fine, i guess. just wish my hands weren't so shaky." ??? : "Well.. for what it's worth, i think it's going quite swimmingly so far!" Leveret stifles a laugh, before seeming to move back across the room. ??? : "You are certainly taking a much more properly spiffy approach to this, though. Not that i dont like it- it just makes me all the more jealous!" LEV : "of what?" ??? : "That i wont be able to come with you! Considering, ah..." A pause. LEV : "...right. because of- (sigh) well, maybe next time? i'll- i'll host something." there's some more shuffling of feet about the space for a moment before the other voice speaks up again; ??? : "You dont happen to plan on... dancing during this masked menagerie, do you?" LEV : "i mean, i- i've thought about it. kind of. considering i didn't get the chance to at the gala-" there's a sweep of movement, some stumbling of footsteps as the music swells back into focus, before Leveret lets out a startled bark of a laugh. LEV : "what are you doing-?" ??? : "Itd be a shame for you to hit the dance floor all rusty my friend! I may not be able to see my phantom in action, but that doesnt mean i dont get to see him at all now, does it?" Leveret laughs again despite an attempt to stifle it; their tone has changed to be much softer. slowly, the shuffling of feet starts up again- dancing along to the music. this lingers for a while, before the tape recording comes to an end on its own. ]