Day 53: Music Room

[rocksthecourt]

Well, if it wasn't his favorite time of the week. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Of course in this case, distance makes Klavier feel like an abused, neglected animal who was only now being allowed a taste of actual food. These people were such savages. It was still absolutely absurd that they were allowed access to this room so

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[its_the_mileage]

Therapy hadn't illuminated much, but interesting things were happening on the bulletin board, notably the reintroduction of maps. This set was cruder than the one Indy had copied shortly after his arrival, with the staff-only rooms unmarked--an effort to evade the recent spike in censorship, evidently. Still, it was good that knowledge was getting out there

[its_the_mileage]

Indy wasn't surprised to see Peter Parker saunter in, although the sling was new. "I doubt they're looking for an old guy like me," he answered with mock self-deprecation. On second thought, he realized he was glad Peter of all people had turned up; he was probably the best candidate here to explain the sociocultural context of a band like this. "You know," Indy began, "something tells me the term 'Bob-omb' is a little after my time. Any idea what that is, or is it just a nonsense phrase?" If Indy had to guess, he'd venture it was a corruption of the word "bomb," although what sex had to do with bombs, and what either of them had to do with the questionable-looking sheet music Pilgrim had posted, he couldn't begin to speculate

[its_the_mileage]

"Who bas tank?" Indy just shook his head. In his experience, bands were named after their leaders (e.g., The Benny Goodman Band, The Tommy Dorsey Orchestra, etc.), and by God, that was the way things ought to be.

But as soon as the question about Keman was out of Indy's mouth, Peter got antsy, and Indy had his answer before he heard it. No, he'd missed the answers to that particular note.

So Keman was missing. Indy was silent for a moment while he digested that. He'd known people who'd vanished here; Pierson's disappearance in particular hadn't been easy to accept. But he couldn't really have called Pierson a friend, and Keman had certainly been that. He recognized his current thought process as the same one you had when someone died unexpectedly, the one that always brought him back to the period after Mom's death: you wondered if they'd been happy; you tried to justify the terms the two of you had been on. Indy knew Keman hadn't been any happier at Landel's than anyone else, but at least the last time they'd talked, he'd finally

[its_the_mileage]

"Don't worry about it," Indy said, waving one hand in an attempt to dismiss Peter's obvious discomfort. "If I need it, I can always try to find his roommate

[its_the_mileage]

Indy'd seen it too. That was the so-called "toymaker," wasn't it? Shouldn't be difficult to find. He'd take a look at that note on the way back to his room and try to get in touch with the roommate tomorrow