Though he still had a lot on his mind, the Scarecrow had to admit he was feeling better after his conversation with Sergeant Carter. Despite that they'd faced a lot of awful things together— in fact, just about every time they'd run into each other, they found something amiss— the man knew how to bring a smile to his face, even if it was one in thin hope. He'd take that over no hope at all.
The Scarecrow's nurse noticed his brightened mood, and decided to help matters by not giving him the option of moping about in the Sun Room for the shift. She led him to the Music Room, leaving him at the entrance and encouraging him to go in. Of all the rooms in the Institute, he'd often thought that particular room was a bit closer to home than the rest. It wasn't that he recognized the instruments, or even knew how to play one himself; however, the sound of songs sometimes emanating from the space made him feel as though he were back in Oz, ready to spring off his pole and onto the Yellow Brick Road with a jaunty tune.
And it seemed as though the glum atmosphere the military had brought with them had been lifted even further as there was indeed someone playing one of the oblong instruments. He recognized neither the device nor the tune, but just the sound of simple music was enough to draw his attention. He headed over, only to see a familiar face.
"How do you do, Sonia?" he greeted. "I wasn't aware you liked music!" Then again, he'd only seen her a few times, and there wasn't much of a chance at either to discuss happier topics. He ought not have been surprised.
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The Scarecrow's nurse noticed his brightened mood, and decided to help matters by not giving him the option of moping about in the Sun Room for the shift. She led him to the Music Room, leaving him at the entrance and encouraging him to go in. Of all the rooms in the Institute, he'd often thought that particular room was a bit closer to home than the rest. It wasn't that he recognized the instruments, or even knew how to play one himself; however, the sound of songs sometimes emanating from the space made him feel as though he were back in Oz, ready to spring off his pole and onto the Yellow Brick Road with a jaunty tune.
And it seemed as though the glum atmosphere the military had brought with them had been lifted even further as there was indeed someone playing one of the oblong instruments. He recognized neither the device nor the tune, but just the sound of simple music was enough to draw his attention. He headed over, only to see a familiar face.
"How do you do, Sonia?" he greeted. "I wasn't aware you liked music!" Then again, he'd only seen her a few times, and there wasn't much of a chance at either to discuss happier topics. He ought not have been surprised.