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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[scintillatingly]

There were two very different thoughts that were running through Sora's head as he said goodbye to Neku and moved with a nurse into the Music Room. First was that he needed to finalize all of the assignments and tasks for Arts and Crafts and post them up before it got too late, but second was the fact that Scott was starting a band

[36_24_35]

A loud "DUUNNN" broke through the relatively placid murmurings and echo of neighboring instruments. Tifa sat on a stool in front of the rickety electric keyboard and stared down at the piano as if it had bit her. Her face shot up briefly to look about the room, hoping the sudden assault on everyone's ear canals hadn't put anyone in a bad mood.

Someone had turned it on to electric guitar effect before they left.

How gracious of them.

It was set back to default, and Tifa tapped a few keys tentatively to make sure all was well again. Her fingers were arranged across the keyboard with her finger on C before a simple, springy song flowed from her quick fingertips. There were a few missed notes and one complete start over, but the imperfection only heightened Tifa's focus away from her worries so she could work on the task at hand.

Unfortunately, she couldn't remember the end to the childish nursery rhyme and so she sat, tapping a key here and there while she waited for another memory to hit her.

Be nice if they kept sheet music

[anemptydecapo]

This had been an odd day.

While he could be somewhat satisfied with the work accomplished with Edward, the discussion with Mr. Honda was... lacking. And uncomfortable. It prompted him to try more than usual to spend lunch alone and actually eating something, of which he hadn't yet decided if that was going to be a good idea come night-time. The assassin shot the door behind him a parting glance before stepping into the Music Room, perfectly willing to spend the rest of the day in his room but knowing he needed to search someone out.

Where are you, Brainaic 5?As horribly as his last discussion with the teen went, Venom knew he needed his insight in order to understand how this asylum was being run. He had claimed he had left 4th shift unscheduled, hadn't he? He didn't appear to be anywhere in this room so far. Although it was hard to miss a certain other child he meant to speak with

[scintillatingly]

While Sora was still deep in thought, he was suddenly brought out of his reverie by the sound of a piano being played nearby. It sounded weird at first, but then the person playing it pushed a button and it was back to normal. After that it sounded pretty nice, though as Sora paid more attention to the person sitting down to play, he could have sworn... Was that

[vsyourface]

"-in a kickass band, right?"

Scott grinned as he approached, carrying with him a few of the Music Room's lame instruments, including a small set of bongo-y drums, a cheap ukulele, and a recorder. Not exactly great substitutes for a drum kit, a guitar/bass, or a... whatever the hell wind instrument would be good in a rock band, but hey, it was better than having to make paper kazoos or something. Again, he was trying to stay positive this shift. The night and the morning had both been ass. Aaaasssssssssssss. He was determined to keep his spirits up this shift, if only for the sole purpose of sticking a big "Screw you and your attempts at trauma!" to Landel. If he squinted hard enough, he felt he could attribute some of the Head Doctor's current nervousness directly to that attitude. Yeah, that's right, not so scary now, huh, bitch? Huh? Huh?! Suck it, you're garbage!

"Hey man, this is not a bad turnout! I was half-expecting it to be just you and me," said Scott to Sora while indicating Venom and Tifa (urge to fanboy... suppressing

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Tifa looked up through her bangs at the strange grouping of boy in front of her. She wasn't exactly sure how she had been roped into this little pseudo music band, but it was a rather cute idea. It was warming to know that there were several more patients with a penchant for optimism outside the few she had met. Aside from Claude, Tifa had only witnessed underlying discontent that did nothing to boost confidence in themselves or others. It was a grim future for all, but if there was no joy to be found in everyday living... what was point in living at all

[anemptydecapo]

With the new stranger's entrance, the conversation had taken a sudden swerve from polite into new and uncomfortable territories. If the assassin had not been working on catching the instrument tossed his way (rather than simply side-stepping it and allowing it to strike someone else), he would have congratulated the man on thoroughly derailing a discussion that had thus far lasted less than a minute

[rischiarare]

Roxas unknowingly took advantage of the beat of silent between all the band- and possible-practitioners by meandering over toward the assembled group. This was really the first time he'd been in the music room and he hadn't really known what to expect. It wasn't as noisy as he'd expected, but there were the dull singular sounds of something - the instrument the girl was playing on near the assembled group.

Looking at the brightly colored instruments stored elsewhere, the Nobody realized he had no idea what he was doing. He hadn't realized before the notice that Sora could sing - so that meant he should be able to, right? Or, at least, that was his thought process. (Roxas didn't think being awesome sounded too bad, either.) He also had a mission in mind, if he had enough time to talk to Sora before everyone started: he could mention Ruby joining the arts and crafts club (his first recruit! Not too shabby, right?) and maybe ask about something bladed to get her. Someone had to know; Roxas had definitely seen a knife or two in passing

[scintillatingly]

Before Sora really knew what was going on, Scott was there carrying a bunch of different instruments (spotting the drums, he was even further reminded of his time in Atlantica), and more than that, the guy was ready to get going right this second. "Uhh..." Sora tried to explain that Venom wasn't really a part of this, but in the end he wasn't able to get the words out

[vsyourface]

Scott stopped for a moment when Roxas stepped into the room. He had been hoping when the kid replied over the board that this wouldn't be an issue. He was pretty sure he could still make it not an issue, too; Scott could force his brain to do some pretty complicated contortions to fit his needs when he had to. Just on first glance, however, it was impossible not to be reminded of the night before, just for a few moments.

So, how's Ramona these days?Scott scrunched his eyes shut for a half-second, willing NegaScott to push back into his subconscious for a while. Moping could come later. Better yet, moping could come never. He was going to have a good goddamn afternoon, goddamnit, and goddamn if he was going to let Landel's tricks throw him off or associate his new buddy with bad times. Goddamnit

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Since everyone seemed to know each other already, Tifa made her two gil brief. "I'm Tifa, nice to meet you guys," Her welcoming smile landed on that spiky brunette--Sora, if she remembered correctly--as he seemed to be the only one paying attention to her at the moment. His smile was very charming.

"Fine with me. I don't know much outside classic pieces, but I'm sure they've got sheet music around here. I don't mind playing whatever, it shouldn't be too hard to follow," Theoretically, anyway. It had to have been a good five or six years since she last practiced her chords.

[anemptydecapo]

There were a few thoughts going through the assassin's mind as the area became more and more crowded. One was pure disappointment directed at his fellow patients, especially Sora--a band? This is how you plan on using your free time? They should have known better. Another was surprise: the boy who appeared last had an uncanny resemblance to Sora. Were they brothers? The last was the fact that he didn't enjoy where this was heading and he should leave as quickly as possible.

Still clutching to the drums he'd caught, Venom began to step slowly and quietly away from the gathered group. No one in this room would have ever noticed he was there to begin with.

[rischiarare]

Ears bleed? He hoped it didn't come to that. Of course, Roxas was really operating on the assumption he could sing because Sora could - they shared a lot of the same abilities, so why not that? Then again, he also didn't know if Sora could sing, but he was hoping. "I was gonna try the same," he told Sora, giving his own coy little smile. "I never have before, but I figured it couldn't hurt

[scintillatingly]

Much like his Other, Sora wasn't interested in making anyone's ears bleed. That wasn't the point of this at all! He frowned at Scott for a moment, but just decided for himself that they could do better than that. It'd be fine! They'd be great. Things had always worked out right in Atlantica, so he was sure it'd be the same thing here

[vsyourface]

Scott's eyes widened a bit in realization when Tifa and Sora mentioned not knowing many songs. Oh, that was right. Not everyone was going to share a common base in music, being from different cano- worlds and all. Scott wracked his brains. What was something they might all be able to play? In spite of the sheet music he posted earlier, a look at the instruments they had to work with didn't inspire much confidence that they could make the Sex Bob-omb song sound anything like what it ought to. That meant finding another option, but what

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Oh god, that boy was sweet. She readily offered her own wave, glad to meet a person so unconditionally kind. It better not have been because of her boobs; Tifa wanted to believe in mankind today!

At the mention of an unfamiliar song title, Tifa shifted her attention to the man named Scott. She tapped her lips gently, thinking back to her teen years. She couldn't remember a time after Nibelheim that she had the freedom to appreciate music beside that which blared from Slum shops to tempt passersby.

"Nope, don't know that one, sorry. Is it easy? If it's just a hook and a chorus, I bet I can get through it?" She offered with a hopeful smile. Tifa didn't want to be the one to rain on these boys' parade.