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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[composers]

The moment the word 'music' left the tip of the Head Doctor's tongue Austria's attention had immediately been captured. He'd nearly forgotten to finish his food, though it wasn't as if he was hungry anyway. Instead he stood from his seat as soon as his nurse arrived, requesting to take a peek at what the institute had to offer. If they were able to provide classic novels, then it could only be assumed that their musical selection was good enough, if not meager.

Yet to say that the room was a disappointment was an understatement. Having expected to see real instruments, Austria wrinkled his nose in disgust when all that was offered were cheap and strange imitations. Just what good would any of these do for anyone? However, what he felt then was nothing compared to when he finally caught sight of the 'piano' in the corner. A part of him was almost grateful that the atrocity was occupied, though barely. As much as his fingers itched, he was hardly that desperate to stoop so low as to play on thatAnd so, after dismissing one of the

[hat_einen_vogel]

[Wow, I think you meant 'the most amazing and glorious Prussia']

When the nurse (annoying once more) decided that he should spend the time after lunch in the music room, Prussia was completely against it. If there was a music room, that was where Austria would be. It had been a perfectly good day, and there was no need to ruin it by seeing him right now.... even if as far as Prussia was concerned, last night had happened. It hadn't, and therefore had nothing to do with him wanting to avoid Austria right now. He just didn't want to get irritated by seeing Specs' face

[composers]

And is if his time within the 'music room' couldn't get any worse, Prussia had taken the opportunity to create an even more sour image of their occupation. Austria didn't hesitate to offer the other a look of contempt before glancing away as if there was something more worthy than Prussia to take his interest.

"There is no piano here." No, he refused to call such an abomination a 'piano'. He would never understand the need for convenient measures when it came to music, and with little to none of the traditional parts to be seen he couldn't trust that it would be of any quality. In the end this all proved to be a waste of time for him, and with Prussia looming nearby then there was no point whatsoever to stay.

Yet there was. The aristocrat had no willpower to deny that last night may have truly happened, and so he wanted to believe that Prussia could confirm his fears to some to degree. But he would be damned to admit such a thing, and so he pushed the idea away.

"Now, if that is all you have to say then I shall be taking my leave."

[hat_einen_vogel]

Prussia looked away from Austria to survey the music room. Maybe there wasn't an actual piano, but there was some kind of keyboard (though it looked like it had been taken by some chick already). But hey, if Specs (snobbish musician that he was) didn't recognize it for what it was or didn't want to acknowledge it, who was he to argue? Obviously Austria knew best.

Ha. As if. His mouth widened into a smirk as he pointed in the direction of the keyboard, and by extension the direction of the chick and the folks she was hanging out with.

"So if there's 'no piano here', what would you call that?" he asked before Austria could make good on excusing himself. If Austria wanted to be the one to run away, that was fine by him... but the idea of taunting, mocking, or humiliating the aristocrat was too good to pass up. If he could do any of those with the keyboard (preferably humiliating), all the better. "Sure looks like a keyboard to me, even if it's not a piano keyboard."

[fangirlfatale]

Morgan was not happy with the way this job had turned out. She couldn't believe she'd been stupid enough not to make sure she knew exactly where to find that Ratgut at night, since it was obvious he was spending his days hiding out somewhere now that he hadn't delivered on his end of the deal. Smart move. Now that she had a sword again, a reunion wasn't likely to go well for that deadbeat geezer

[sheepwood]

Even after an interrogation by Maya and an enlightening conversation about explosives with Sergeant Carter, Guybrush was still feeling the burn from last night, his shadow's taunts still playing in his mind. The nurse wouldn't tell him where Elaine was, and nobody else had a clue. It was time to take it to the experts.

Speaking of the experts, where were LeChuck and Morgan? Passing through the Sun Room, Guybrush found neither of his fellow Tri-Islanders, so after a quick stop by the bulletin board (and seeing that Scott was starting a band. This would be interesting) he decided he'd try the Music Room at his nurse's suggestion. Surely enough, sitting away from the potential members of Sexy Bob was Morgan LeFlay.

Guybrush made a bee-line for her, addressing the mighty pirate hunter before he even made it to where she was sitting. "Morgan! I've been looking for you all day! Elaine's gone and I can't find her and I need your help finding her. You're good at finding people."

[fangirlfatale]

Well, there was a surprise.

"Sit down and try to calm down, Guybrush," Morgan directed. She was a professional, after all, albeit a pauldron-less and slightly reluctant one at the moment. Eyes narrowing, she forced herself to consider the problem like any other job. What did she know about the target? Elaine had been kidnapped before, but as far as Morgan could remember from the stories, it was always by LeChuck and his undead henchmen. (Or De Singe, but Morgan couldn't picture that wispy-wigged wimp being a problem for Elaine. Or a six-year-old with a rubber dagger, for that matter.) After the other night, Elaine should've been well armed, so she probably hadn't been taken at night unless she'd been badly outnumbered. Or unless she'd gone willingly

[sheepwood]

"I don't know," Guybrush said with a shrug, pulling a seat next to hers and taking it. "His room is in the same hall as mine, but I haven't seen him today. I'll drop by tonight and make sure he's not the one who took her, though given that he's in the same spooky asylum situation we're in, that seems unlikely." Unless he'd decided to team up with De Landel, though since the latter apparently had the power to bring people back from the dead, why would he cooperate with a guy he'd kidnapped? Crazy people never made sense

[ai_no_minako]

A music room? Now that sounded like fun! Minako was disappointed, however, to find an utter lack of a karaoke machine within said music room -- what was fun was it when you couldn't sing along with your music? She could've wowed everyone there with her amazing voice! Or... well, at least she could've had some fun to distract herself for a short time from what she had to do once night fell.

She heaved an entirely dramatic sigh and allowed the nurse to herd her over to the boxes full of CDs, nodding a little glumly at the suggestion that she find something "nice" to listen to. Would they even have anything she liked here? It didn't seem likely, but she started flipping idly through the CDs just on the off chance there might be something there to catch her attention, though more of her attention was on the rest of the room and the others present. There wasn't anyone she knew in here, but that guy was kinda cute, with the blond hair and the muscles. Or the guy with the dark spiky hair. Or...

Music, Minako, she chided herself silently.

[for_a_song]

After the day he'd had, Gren was looking forward to some time in the music room. And then he'd seen the announcement on the bulletin board and was simultaneously intrigued and skeptical as to how enjoyable this time would actually turn out to be. Whoever'd written that music... well. Maybe he could offer them a little help in that department later. At the very least, it would be interesting to see how they pulled this off. The variety of instruments on offer was not what one would call spectacular, and certainly not the sort of thing suited to a band with a name like 'sex-bob-omn

[shorttank]

Leela had seen the... very enthusiastic note on the board about the band, and she was curious. It was nice that someone was trying to make the best of being here. Besides, she had a weakness for classical music after spending so much time with Fry. She wondered if they'd have harpsichords and beatboxes and other weird, twenty-first-century instruments.

It looked like they were still in the sorting-things-out stage when Leela and Betty reached the room. No harpsichords, unfortunately. Leela spotted Gren, who seemed to have had the same idea she did, and grinned as she went over to him. "Hey! Mind if I join you?"

[for_a_song]

Gren smiled back when he saw a familiar face. He'd enjoyed his conversation with Leela the other day, so it was nice to see her again. "No, not a bit," he replied, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. The relative quiet of the room was momentarily pierced by the sound of very face electric guitar and he winced a little. "Come to watch the try-outs?"

The girl plinking away at the keyboard had managed to get it set to sound like an actual piano again and was playing some little tune... not with great skill, but not so bad as to be painful, either. Aside from the keyboard, though, he had no idea what they were intending to use as instruments. Spirit or no, he didn't expect it to be a very successful venture. Possibly comical, yes, but successful, no.

[shorttank]

Leela sat down. "Yeah. People from all kinds of crazy worlds, trying to play music together? I'll be pretty impressed if they end up with music at all." They had what looked like some sort of tiny guitar, and bongos. Was this music room designed for little kids? She wouldn't have been too surprised, what with the level of stupidity places like the game room seemed to assume on the patients' part.

"How've you been?" she asked Gren. "Settling in okay? No more zombie cats?" They'd both been pretty new last time she'd talked to him, and it seemed strange to think anyone could get used to the hospital. But expecting everything to be totally weird was something Leela had a lot of practice at. It almost felt more normal than normal would be.

[unheroed]

[Train wreck, you say?]The sooner he could get away from Ruby, the better. In fact, it was that very thought that led to Harvey moving into the Music Room without a second thought, even though he usually did what he could to avoid this place

[rocksthecourt]

Those gathering up for this little audition were piling in rather quickly. Mostly kids, from what he could see. He'd figured as much, with an advertisement like that. Ahh, the energy of youth. It was a wonderful thing. Skill and instinct could be taught, but it was the spirit that really made a good musician. Not to say he was expecting much, but at least the heart was there. That counted for something, yeah?

A nearby movement caught his attention and Klavier turned in time to see Herr Dent take the seat next to his. A surprise, but hardly an unpleasant one. He widened his smile in greeting and motioned with one hand to indicate the ensemble gathering at the other end of the room. "Ahh. Didn't you hear? Today we're to be blessed with our own little talent show. Isn't it exciting?"

There was a small hint of a sarcastic laugh underneath his tone. Yes, he was in a terribly good mood.

[unheroed]

It was only when Klavier motioned to the other side of room that Harvey spotted a strange grouping of people. The woman at the piano and the one with the ukulele looked normal enough, but the other three all had different kinds of bizarrely styled hair. More than that, they just didn't look like a cohesive group as they stood there awkwardly with instruments that would likely sound ridiculous when paired together

[rocksthecourt]

Klavier offered a fairly genuine laugh at that. "Well. Maintaining morale can be considered as important as investigating, I suppose. There are worse things they could be doing." Didn't he sound like the optimist