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Day 60: Music Room (Fourth Shift)

Dec 11, 2011 01:48

It wasn't often that Renji felt less like punching people in general as his day wore on. This was a new experience for him. A not unwelcome one, if he was being honest. And the fact that he felt less like punching Fai? Kind of mind-blowing. The sort of thing Zen masters would probably use as a kouan to reach an all-new level of non-punching ( Read more... )

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gald_digger December 11 2011, 13:26:19 UTC

Anise wasn't quite back in high spirits when the fourth shift rolled around. And how could she be? No amount of positive thinking could make it easier to face the thought of a friend facing certain death, and for Anise to know it was coming, yet she still couldn't do anything to stop it ( ... )

promisedawhale December 11 2011, 18:41:54 UTC

[How about some professional lessons, miss?]Ah the music room. The place had always been his favorite of the institute, ever since he'd first entered and found the piano awaiting him. Since that time he'd stolen that very piano and stuffed it into a closet, only to have another appear the next day as though the event had never happened. He still had thoughts of a repeat performance, if only to have a better way of cheering up his roommate the next time Michelangelo needed a song, but for the moment, he was content just to be in the room ( ... )

gald_digger December 12 2011, 00:03:35 UTC

Anise jolted in surprise when someone suddenly called out to her. It looked like her anxiety had left her pretty jittery. She quickly recovered, however, and looked up to see an incredibly tall man smiling down at her.

"Um, yeah!" she replied, taking on a sheepish grin as she gestured to the book. "It's the first exercise in the book. I only know how to play these three notes, eheh." It was a little embarrassing to have someone approach her while she could barely even do that much. Despite his words of praise, she probably looked kind of silly.

"Can you play the flute?" she asked after a moment.

promisedawhale December 12 2011, 02:10:12 UTC

"Oh, I see!" Brook wasn't all that familiar with books on music anymore, but he knew that they existed. Even when he'd been alive fifty years back they'd had basic practice books. He hadn't really needed them all that much since instruction from a teacher was a better route, and music had come naturally for him, but he knew that wasn't the case for everyone. And besides all that, practice made perfect ( ... )

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age_of_kings December 11 2011, 15:20:19 UTC

"Oh, bless the great ancestor!"

Tolten didn't mean to speak out loud, but he was thankful to where his rather kind nurse brought him. Perhaps this time he could actually....

Yes. He was one of the first ones here, he would actually be able to get his hands on an instrument. He saw Anise and smiled and inclined his head in her direction, but the young king was not deterred from heading straight to the instruments. All of the instruments were on the small side, and not complex in the least, but there had to be something with strings....

Or close enough. Whatever it was it wasn't quite a harp and not quite a lyre. But it had strings and fit in his hand, that was enough. He settled into a seat not terribly far from a crimson haired man not-playing a drum. Must have had an unpleasant night, though who hadn't? Tolten frowned with his fingers over the strings - not nearly enough - and settled on something light and pretty. Who needed dirges or laments sung when they were living them? Something spring-ish and sprightly was best ( ... )

stray_shinigami December 11 2011, 19:10:16 UTC

It never ceased to amaze him that there were people who actually tried to play the instruments. And it was even more amazing that some of them didn't suck horribly. Like the guy that had taken a seat pretty near him. The kid seemed to actually know how to play, which Renji could appreciate. He was no great connoisseur of music, but it was nice when someone didn't keep hitting sour notes or whatever.

After a minute Renji gave the kid a nod, just as a sort of thank you for not raping his ears. The music was completely unfamiliar to him, but it wasn't bad. And hey, at least it was good that someone was kind of enjoying himself.

age_of_kings December 11 2011, 19:16:31 UTC

Tolten was both flattered and a bit embarrassed that his playing had garnered attention. Music was one realm where he had few self deprecating thoughts. He knew he had a talent for it, but that talent had always been frowned upon by his father. What use was a king who could make pretty music, if that king felt ill at the sight of blood?

But that hadn't stopped him from pursuing stringed instruments as a hobby. And after the dissolution of the monarchy and his father's death, he'd had plenty of time to devote to it. In private.

Now he found he was playing for an audience, and it was...odd. He knew full well that people heard him when he took up his lyre, but they weren't right there. He felt rather like a tavern player, or something like that. It was a humorous and almost fun little fancy ( ... )

stray_shinigami December 11 2011, 19:23:10 UTC

Renji laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Kind of doubt you'd know anything I could suggest. The music I'm used to sounds pretty different." He shrugged. "If I'm bothering you, kid, just tell me to get out of your face. Just kind of surprised to run across someone that can actually play much of anything."

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hes_deadjim December 12 2011, 02:05:56 UTC

The conversation with Spock ended up somewhat illuminating if unsettling. Spock admitted in one breath that a forced mind meld was a terrible thing, or as close as Spock got to using the word "terrible". In the next breath, he admitted there were possible times when it was perfectly okay to use it. McCoy heard him perfectly fine, needs of the many, all other avenues failed, intellectually he knew Spock had a point. Everything else in him shouted that it never was acceptable ( ... )

doneinthree December 12 2011, 07:55:25 UTC

Kirk trekked in from the courtyard, straight through the cafeteria (a quick search, mostly empty) and into the Sun Room, where he realized that free choice days meant it was going to take extra work to track down his second crew member. He tried not to focus too hard on the fact that "second" also meant "last" in this case, or what a sad count that was for a captain's crew. Whatever. Two was plenty. It wasn't as if they'd be operating a starship any time soon, right? "Hilarious," Kirk muttered, then made himself smile anyway, because they hadn't taken that away from him yet.

Anyway, there was nothing to do but try all the rooms. He turned for the first on his right, and made a circuit along the doors in the Sun Room. Bathroom, Arts & Crafts, Library - he was almost certain this would be the one, but nope. At the doorway of the Game Room, Kirk considered it might be more productive to just ask a nurse where Bones might be, but in some obscure way that felt too much like admitting defeat ( ... )

Kirk trekked in from- i bet you were waiting to use that =p hes_deadjim December 13 2011, 21:37:24 UTC

The first thing Jim did with his afternoon to prove he wasn't a lab experiment or plastered against a wall after last night by being the exact image of Kirk when he first met him by being a pain, and yet, so Jim. McCoy's elation was short lived. Exasperation, the fond and resigned sort, set in. The child sized cymbals didn't make for a dignified look on the Captain, nor did Jim actually using them with plenty of enthusiasm. It reminded him vaguely of Joanna when she used to do something she knew would would get your attention in the most annoying way possible and most importantly, get attention.

Kirk had his attention. He would've had it just be virtue of being Jim and being alive and hopefully unharmed after last night. McCoy's eyebrow's furrowed as he frowned down at the cymbals.

"It's aggravating my head now. You mind?" McCoy groused. He studied the other man carefully, looking for any signs of injuries or tenderness. "I was looking for you and Uhura."

toxicspiderman December 12 2011, 02:11:52 UTC

There were lots of noises more irritating than a teenaged girl learning how to play a flute. Like anything by Whitney Houston. Still, she'd either figured out volume or didn't have the lung capacity for eardrum rupture, so a set of headphones would drown her out.

He claimed a couch and a Walkman and something with spiky letters and a half-naked girl with big tits and bigger hair, which looked promising. Except that either classical musicians had finally realized it was the twentieth -- or twenty-first -- century, and that sex could sell string quartets as well as it sold hack guitarists with three power chords to their name and a pretty face.

Whatever. He pulled out the headphones and started flipping through the albums. If he actually cared about music, he could have charted the fashion against the occurrence of certain key songwriting phrases, like love and ass and power and come up with a unified theory of the next two decades in America. But that sounded like work, and not his field. Instead he just flipped through them ( ... )

sheepwood December 12 2011, 06:20:48 UTC

Despite the regime change and the return of the nurses insisting the patients relax and recuperate, Guybrush couldn't settle down. His back ached from the cuts across it, the bandages around his torso keeping it stiff, the stitching on the wounds pulling at his skin when he moved too much; however, most prominent was his blood boiling and his mind turning, the night's events having played in his head all day ( ... )

toxicspiderman December 13 2011, 03:18:49 UTC

They were back to forced social order by labcoated flunkies with phosphorescent smiles. Also known as nurses. They'd dropped off a guy drowning in bandages and frustration.

There were a few options. S.T's, choice, waves of sonic distortion, loud enough to drown out the clamor of panic. White noise played by white guys who wore all black and failed to see the irony in their heavy metal.

Kind of high on the rebellion scale, though. He could just ask. "Depends. Beer-and-metal or wine-and-opera?" Or option three, which was to ask S.T. what the fuck he was talking about. Option four, which was to get pissed off that he was talking about booze without being able to pull a flask out of his pockets. At least he could promise some and mean it. Just not here.

sheepwood December 13 2011, 09:31:57 UTC

"I prefer grog-and-banjo, though I don't think I'll be finding either of those here," Guybrush said, resisting the urge to keep moving, his feet jittering as he stood. He glanced over his shoulder at the nurse again- she waved at him, a silent encouragement to continue what he was doing, which was standing awkwardly near some stranger moving his feet because he simply couldn't sit still.

"Just pick something that doesn't look like it'll start an argument between us," he added. "I have to avoid having one of those, or I get the feeling I'll be banned from this room forever due to an altercation with an old man I had in here once. Those nurses never forget a thing."

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scintillatingly December 12 2011, 02:23:41 UTC

Even though the schedule for their shifts seemed to be the same from week to week, it wasn't like Sora kept track. For that reason he was glad that he didn't end up picking a room for the free choice shift only to end up going there later on in the day. Instead, he was escorted from Arts and Crafts into the Music Room, which was fine by him.

These days when he came here he was almost always reminded of that day when he'd tried to get a band going with Scott, Venom, Roxas, and the others. It hadn't really worked out as well as they'd hoped and Sora had never heard another mention of it, but he couldn't help but be curious. If he ever ran into Scott again he'd have to ask about it.

he couldn't help but smile when he caught sight of Renji speaking with someone, though he decided to leave the man alone. He'd already taken up enough of his time at breakfast this morning, but he was still marveling over the fact that he was really back. Instead of going up to Renji, though, Sora started to wander around, wondering if he should listen to ( ... )

oh my god i'm so sorry for being late LOL chippforprez December 13 2011, 17:08:11 UTC

"Do you understand, Robert?"

"I'm not Robert! Stop calling me that!"

After his misadventures with the weird rainbow-haired Gear girl in the rec field, Chipp had spent the majority of his afternoon being yelled at by one of the zombie nurses about how to behave properly in front of other patients and how he has to be aware that being bigger then most of the other patients meant he could easily hurt them. Naturally, her whole speech went over the ninja's head for many reasons: 1) He wasn't trying to hurt the Gear girl, who could probably level half the Institute with her powers and 2) She didn't know anything about Japan and that was unforgivable! How could she not know about JapanThere was also the fact that Chipp, thanks to Venom, had the idea in his head that the nurse was a zombie and was constantly trying to shuffle away from her lest she decide to eat his flesh. This resulting in a strange walk to the Music Room after Chipp had mostly calmed down, though the nurse didn't let him go without more stern warnings ( ... )

scintillatingly December 13 2011, 19:54:29 UTC

For the third time that day Sora was being approached by someone else. Just like Woody, this was a familiar face, someone he had spoken to twice before. His mind immediately labeled the man as "Venom's friend," but he reminded himself that he knew his name. This was Chipp ( ... )

chippforprez December 13 2011, 20:21:51 UTC

Indeed, Chipp was in a slightly better mood just seeing that Sora was okay. Though, didn't he have a friend with him? That silver-haired kid... Well, Sora didn't look too upset himself so maybe it was pointless to worry about it. Sora seemed like the kind of person who wouldn't leave a friend behind, so he was sure the silver-haired kid was alright. And then, there was Venom... hm. Chipp didn't reply at first, crossing his arms for a minute as he thought about how to answer Sora's question. It wasn't that he had bad news to report, but Chipp couldn't exactly remember how Venom actually was during their conversation, due to him being half-asleep. Well, Venom was pissed and Venom was talking, so he had to be okay otherwise, right?

"Well, there were these damn demon birds that gave us some trouble, but we took care of them," Chipp bragged, leaving out the part where he overused his ki and then apparently blacked out since he didn't remember shit afterwards. "Venom's alright, he's kind of pissed that we didn't get to Landel before he ( ... )

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