Austria :: 009
Who: Austria and YOU
Where: The Warehouse
Style: First? Third? You pick, I don't care
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN
Austria was not pleased about these recent events, not at all. Being unable to understand others as they spoke was unpleasant, but it was at least tolerable before. Before, when he was in his nice warm mansion with his nice piano and no disgustingly large rats to speak of. This... whatever you wanted to call it, though, was not tolerable. It was cold, the interior decorations were gaudy and certainly nothing Austria, having gotten his taste from his monarchs, would have ever allowed in his home.
The worst part of it all, in his opinion, was the distinct lack of his piano, or any decent pianos, for that matter. He had come across one while wandering around trying to find his way back to his room, but it was missing several keys and in a general state of disrepair. Had he found this piano elsewhere, he would have at least attempted to find some way to fix it, but he was not in the mood to try anything of the sort right now. The only piano-esque object Austria had managed to find besides that broken piano was an electric keyboard (which happened, by the way, to be only battery powered, meaning it would eventually run out of power). Now, he wasn't sure how it worked exactly, since they didn't have things like this where he was from, but it didn't take too long for him to find the power button.
Once the keyboard was on and finally making noise (yes, he may have tried playing it before hitting the power button, but he will pretend that didn't happen), Austria began to play to express his displeasure with his current situation. So feel free to come interrupt or watch or what have you as Austria plays.
Where: The Warehouse
Style: First? Third? You pick, I don't care
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN
Austria was not pleased about these recent events, not at all. Being unable to understand others as they spoke was unpleasant, but it was at least tolerable before. Before, when he was in his nice warm mansion with his nice piano and no disgustingly large rats to speak of. This... whatever you wanted to call it, though, was not tolerable. It was cold, the interior decorations were gaudy and certainly nothing Austria, having gotten his taste from his monarchs, would have ever allowed in his home.
The worst part of it all, in his opinion, was the distinct lack of his piano, or any decent pianos, for that matter. He had come across one while wandering around trying to find his way back to his room, but it was missing several keys and in a general state of disrepair. Had he found this piano elsewhere, he would have at least attempted to find some way to fix it, but he was not in the mood to try anything of the sort right now. The only piano-esque object Austria had managed to find besides that broken piano was an electric keyboard (which happened, by the way, to be only battery powered, meaning it would eventually run out of power). Now, he wasn't sure how it worked exactly, since they didn't have things like this where he was from, but it didn't take too long for him to find the power button.
Once the keyboard was on and finally making noise (yes, he may have tried playing it before hitting the power button, but he will pretend that didn't happen), Austria began to play to express his displeasure with his current situation. So feel free to come interrupt or watch or what have you as Austria plays.