[Lan Wangji kneels correctly on the grass beside the bench to lay the guqin down, waiting for Jonathan to activate the recorder before he starts to play the complicated, soothing-slow tune of Rest]
[Jon settles across from him and pulls the recorder into his lap. He gives Lan Wangji a brief nod before thumbing the record.
Since Lan Wangji is playing anyway, Jonathan will practice his meditation and breathing for however long he plays. The faint hum of the recorder is an additionally soothing undercurrent.]
[he seems to modulate his playing a little to include the sound, so it seems nearly a part of the tune. Jonathan may (slightly ironically) feel the weight of Lan Wangji's eyes on him, observing to see how he's doing]
[Jon's hardly perfect at it. There are flickers of emotion: a brow knit in thought, lips thinning with frustration. His fingers stroke idly over the buttons of the tape recorder. Some unconscious part of him feels the weight of that gaze, and the fidgeting increases, but Jon's really doing his best to let it go. He forces his hands off the recorder flat onto his thighs.]
he doesn't keep it up for long -- it is better for Jonathan to not grow reliant on such things, when he cannot produce spiritual energy of his own to replicate them reliably -- but he makes sure he's fidgeting less before letting the power go, returning the song to only music.]
[fortunately Lan Wangji is not inclined to play indefinitely but Rest is also not a short song, so he'll repeat it two or three times before allowing it to slowly trail off, and that makes for a pretty balanced length of time!
sees if Jon startles out of the meditation stance when the music stops :|a]
[Jon takes like ten minutes to drift out of it. He blinks at Lan Wangji - if he's still here - and slowly begins to look a bit embarrassed as he glances down at the tape recorder and sees the thickness of the spool.]
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Right. If you have any, um, q-questions, I can answer them.
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Has your meditation gone well?
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. . . I can provide you other recordings. Rest may also be suited.
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Since Lan Wangji is playing anyway, Jonathan will practice his meditation and breathing for however long he plays. The faint hum of the recorder is an additionally soothing undercurrent.]
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[puts a little spiritual energy into the tune, perhaps enough to affect Jon a little -- shhh]
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he doesn't keep it up for long -- it is better for Jonathan to not grow reliant on such things, when he cannot produce spiritual energy of his own to replicate them reliably -- but he makes sure he's fidgeting less before letting the power go, returning the song to only music.]
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sees if Jon startles out of the meditation stance when the music stops :|a]
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Er... th, thank you, Lan Wangji.
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Something is wrong?
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Um, a-anyway. Thank you, Lan Wangji, I didn't, er, intend to keep you.
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[he does rise, though; it does seem like time to part ways for now]