Day 21 - Music Room

[lustful_thing]

Lust was rather loathe to leave her lunchtime companion when the intercom chimed on. But there would be plenty of time to continue their conversation later, when night fell. Whatever pangs of guilt she still felt were ignored and crushed down - she had nothing to feel guilty for! These human emotions were beginning to get on her nerves. Again

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[forgot_my_life]

Takaya glowered around and then sat in a chair off to one side. The nurse offered him useless crap and he took a CD player, headphones, and a CD of... crap. But whatever. Crossing his arms, the teenager closed his eyes and tried not to think about him.

A useless effort, his thought wandered to his last memories, everything that had happened.... fuck. Takaya wanted to hit something. Only that part of him that was less about emotion and more about logic kept him from standing up and shouting or becoming violent. He didn't want a repeat of this morning...

[faithful_dog]

Naoe had come calmly into the music room. Frowning very, very slightly he kept his eyes on Takaya. It wasn't until he was left alone browsing through their music selection that he started to move towards the boy.

He moved close to him, but didn't sit and didn't get too close. They still needed to discuss their current situation, but perhaps this time it would be better for Takaya to make the choice to start the conversation.

[forgot_my_life]

Of course Takaya knew he was there. How could he not, hovering like some kind of stupid, fucking .... thing. Yeah, Takaya wasn't terribly creative. So what? He sat there, pretending to listen to the stupid music being spit out through the headphones for nearly ten minutes, half hoping that Naoe would just get sick of the whole thing and leave. When he didn't, he glared up and tugged off the headphones.

"What? I told you what I know," he snapped.

[faithful_dog]

Naoe didn't frown, though he wanted to. He watched Takaya silently for a moment. "You told me monsters fought you last night. I see nothing like that Takaya-san," he said quietly. "I'm.... concerned." In truth Naoe had no idea what to do or where he was or anything pretty much but he would be damned if he admitted that to Kagetora.

[bond_off_lame]

It wasn't too long after he sauntered over to Sora's table did the intercom went off, his nurse quickly urging him out of the cafeteria and into the music room. And unlike breakfast the redhead's stomach didn't feel like it was going to start doing somersaults, which meant one less stop to the bathroom for him.

At first he thought of going to the Sun Room so he could quietly organize his thoughts, but the Nobody thought better to observe. The room was only starting to crowd with people when Axel came in so he hopped over to one of the more comfortable seats and began to search for a pair of headphones. And after finding one that actually fit the redhead sank back and relaxed into his nurse's choice of music.

The keyboard in the corner of the room intrigued him somewhat, but in the end Axel decided to fiddle with it another day.

[burst_knuckle]

To say that Zell was feeling dejected was an understatement. At lunch he'd asked, hopefully, about hot dogs, and had been crushed by the nurse's shocked exclamation that hot dogs were not part of a healthy patient's diet and that he probably shouldn't expect to see any on the menu. Her helpful offer to procure him a tofu dog had, if anything, sunk him further into gloom.

He hadn't minded the food they did have or anything, but the prospect of there not even being a chance at procuring a hot dog was daunting. He'd more or less sulked his way through lunch

[bond_off_lame]

The Music room wasn't as exciting as Axel had hoped, but it wasn't like he could outwardly complain. He had expected it to be a bit more crowded, but so far everyone was spread out with plenty of space to move around. The only kind of entertainment he received so far was Luxord getting huffy over someone who managed to nab the keyboard first. However, the blond got angry over the most ridiculous things so Axel's attention diverted elsewhere

[burst_knuckle]

Zell grinned, almost visibly swelling with pride. "Thanks." Then, conscienciously, he added, "Yours are nice, too. Are they supposed to be tears?"

Although he was talking about the tattoos, what Zell couldn't get over was the guy's hair. All spiky and swept-back and way redder than could possibly be natural. Also, up close - the guy was skinny as a stick. Didn't he eat? Ma Dincht would have ordered him into a chair and fed him a five-course meal if she'd seen him.

[heavens_too_far]

The music room was probably a bad choice, given Dias' general dislike for lots of noise, but in the end he'd chosen to go there simply because it seemed more likely that his friends would have chosen to go there than the sun room. He'd apparently guessed at least partly right, as Lust was one of the first people he saw when he entered the room.

Given that she was writing and wearing some sort of strange contraption over her ears, he briefly debated leaving her alone, but after a moment decided against that; he ought to let her know that he'd finally managed to acquire a weapon, and that wasn't something that could be communicated over the bulletin board

[lustful_thing]

The sound of someone speaking her name was audible over the headphones. She had kept the music low, to hear anything of importance around her. She glanced up from her journal and nodded to Dias before waving to a seat beside her.

"Bored with the Sun Room as well?" she asked, grinning like a cat.

[heavens_too_far]

"You could say that," Dias muttered, folding himself into the chair beside her. "This place is dull in the daytime and almost too eventful at night." He shot another faintly questioning glance at the earpieces, but refrained from asking about them. One of the biggest reasons he had yet to get some sort of clarification on the strange 'masheens' of Landel's was his unwillingness to display his ignorance by inquiring.

He hadn't actually spoken to Lust in awhile, come to think of it; over the bulletin board, perhaps, but that wasn't the same as speaking to her in person. And he hadn't seen her during nightshift for - had he really been here long enough to call it the better part of a week?

He wondered if she'd heard about the disastrous encounter with the madwoman and her poker. Possibly, given that she talked to both Scar and River more often than him - but Scar was uncommunicative at best (and, Dias thought in the privacy of his own mind, likely to be too prideful to reveal his injuries to Lust - perhaps especially not to Lust) and

[lustful_thing]

"Alchemist's are quite good at that," Lust agreed. So he had real weapon, good.

She took out the silly earpieces and dropped them into her lap. "They play music," she explained. That was her understanding of it. Some sort of personal radio of sorts... hadn't Haruhi said something about wanting to make a radio transistor? Perhaps Lust could smuggle out the device for her.

"Which one did you go to? There are only two here that I'm aware of. Both of them are more than capable."

[the_clown_king]

Lunch and discussing things with Ed and Adelhied hadn't helped Tamaki much at all. He was still terrified of talking to Elena or Haruhi, but he knew he had to. He couldn't just ignore them.

He opted for the music room. Where else would he go? To his disappointment, there was no piano. Just an electrical keyboard. But at least it was something. Tamaki took up the instrument and closed his eyes, looking forward to at least a few moments of losing himself in his music. It was some small bit of home here in this crazy place.

He took a deep breath before warming up with Fur Elise. His mother had always loved that piece.

[the_clown_king]

Tamaki noticed Elena, out of the corner of his eye. He could talk to her after he was finished. There wasn't any hurry. The music - even on the silly little keyboard - was soothing him some. It took him back to France, to his mother's home.

Watching Elena and giving her a warm smile, he moved onto Beethoven's Moonlight, a piano sonata he was fond of himself. Besides, it was romantic.

[clockmongler]

No sooner than X resigned himself duplicate anger in the corner, the Gambler was struck with a better idea.

He wanted to play the piano, goddamn it. And he was going to.

The boy who brazenly stole his instrument had taken the space first was a stranger to Luxord, but he knew the girl accompanying him. It was that Elena girl he met before, the one with Naminé. He would have given her a polite nod of acknowledgement had he not gave his gaze on the boy, eyes burrowing daggers into the back of the other blond's head.

"Pardon me, child. But one would think if you simply wished to woo a girl, you would not have to play such simple songs in order to do it."

[141point12]

Otacon realised for the first time how incredibly annoying it was that the shift changes kept yanking them all from room to room. And it wasn't as if his nurse was all that physically imposing, but Otacon didn't want to know what she would do if he tried to raise a ruckus. He wasn't the ruckus-raising type anyway, but his conversation with Renamon had just become extremely interesting.

He promised himself that he would find the unusual young woman later as his nurse led him into the music room. The place was really quite nice. Otacon wondered if normal mental institutions were like this... and if this was a prison, which he didn't doubt, who would go to such troubles to try making their experience so comfortable?

Otacon immediately headed for the CD players. It might be a little comforting to fiddle around with something electronic for awhile.

[red_dragon_mode]

Junior had managed to stall his own nurse enough in the library trying to find a way to be able to take the book with him (which there wasn't, unless he could get in during a nightshift and take it), and had gotten to lunch late; however, the nurse didn't seem to be in the mood for that this time around.

The Music Room didn't sound all that bad, maybe some music would help to keep the redhead occupied; just sitting around in the Sun Room seemed like it'd be so boring. If he was going to rest, he would probably take the night off, to avoid the possibility of reopening the gunshot wound.

Upon entering, however, he glanced around and thought he saw someone familiar by the CD players. He walked over to the guy, wondering if this was really... "Allen?" After asking, though, Junior realized that his first glance had been wrong. This guy had glasses, and his eyes were the wrong color. Not to mention he was a little bit taller than the Vector engineer. "Oh, ah...sorry."

[digi_renamon]

Renamon had been led to the Music Room, and even with enthusiasm when she seemed to show some interest. It wasn't the music itself. It was the CDs. Since it was all she had, it was worth a try, as big a stretch as it was. Plus, she might find Junior in the Music Room; or even Otacon-- if he knew about Japan, he might know something about computers, and if that was the case...

She didn't have to look hard, she spotted Junior almost at once. So, armed with the CD player her nurse had happily given her (while squealing "I just love this band, all the boys are so cute and their voices are just dreaaamy, I think you'll like them too!"), Renamon strode over to the redhead. Oh-- And talk about two birds with one stone, there was Otacon.

[141point12]

"'Allen'?" Otacon echoed as he looked up from his study of the CD player, and was startled to see a young boy addressing him. This wasn't definitely a normal mental hospital-nobody would so casually mix child and adult patients like this.

"Hey. Do you need help looking for someone? Uh, my name's Otacon," he offered to the redhead, then brightened when he saw a now-familiar girl approaching them. "Renamon!"