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norainu) wrote in damned_institute2011-12-11 01:48 am
Day 60: Music Room (Fourth Shift)
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 enlightenment.
So he was back from the dead, almost everyone he'd known was gone, and yet bizarrely his day felt like it was looking up. Kind of. Renji wasn't sure what to make of this. Maybe his grumpy meter was just nearing empty. That was as good an explanation as the next, considering how this place made him feel.
Whatever the reason, he ended up in the music room. And he remembered oh yeah. He'd always kind of hated this damn shift. He grabbed a little book of music and a drum and retreated quickly to the far end of the room. He put the drum down in front of him just so he looked like he was doing something and opened the book. But he had no idea how to read music, and really, he was more interested in the ongoing puzzle of what the hell had happened in the last four weeks.
And brooding. Of course. There was always brooding to be done.
[Okay Tolten, let me lay it out for you. When there's a mommy and a daddy... or sometimes a daddy and a dadddy. Or, hell, sometimes a mommy and a mommy if you buy the right kind of wood cuts (and a third mommy if you go to just the right shop)... but anyway when they love each other very much, or at least a suitably large amount of money changes hands, there are some things that happen...]
So he was back from the dead, almost everyone he'd known was gone, and yet bizarrely his day felt like it was looking up. Kind of. Renji wasn't sure what to make of this. Maybe his grumpy meter was just nearing empty. That was as good an explanation as the next, considering how this place made him feel.
Whatever the reason, he ended up in the music room. And he remembered oh yeah. He'd always kind of hated this damn shift. He grabbed a little book of music and a drum and retreated quickly to the far end of the room. He put the drum down in front of him just so he looked like he was doing something and opened the book. But he had no idea how to read music, and really, he was more interested in the ongoing puzzle of what the hell had happened in the last four weeks.
And brooding. Of course. There was always brooding to be done.
[Okay Tolten, let me lay it out for you. When there's a mommy and a daddy... or sometimes a daddy and a dadddy. Or, hell, sometimes a mommy and a mommy if you buy the right kind of wood cuts (and a third mommy if you go to just the right shop)... but anyway when they love each other very much, or at least a suitably large amount of money changes hands, there are some things that happen...]
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"You mean a record player?" he asked instead, titling his head. There was little else that could play music that was 'a bit bigger and ornate', after all.
"Ah, my apologies," Seishin said after a moment, offering an apologetic smile. "I'm Muroi Seishin. It's nice to meet you."
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"Ah! Yes, one of those! I much prefer them; they have much more class..." Facilier replied, his relief building inside his chest at the sound of familiarity from the stranger. It was good to know he wasn't the only one who knew what a blasted phonograph was!
If it was the year 2008, phonographs would surely be obsolete, what with Walkmans being the current standard; so how did the man sitting across from him know about them? Was he perhaps from a similar origin as Facilier was?
"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Seishin! You may call me Doctor Facilier!" he replied, letting his name roll off his tongue with his usual French-influenced grace. Despite the friendly smile he gave to Mr. Seishin, Facilier felt a little disappointment at the sound of the other's name. It sounded like he was from the Far East... Not anywhere close to New Orleans. He could be wrong though...
"I've never heard a name like yours back where I come from!" Facilier said, "It sounds quite exotic, if I'd so myself! If y'all don't mind me asking, where did you come from before finding yourself here?"
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It was interesting how a lot of these people already began using his given name. In his own culture, such a thing would have been offending, but the former priest knew he couldn't expect all everyone to be familiar with Japanese customs, especially because there were so many people from different places. However, it still took a little use to.
He smiled politely at the introduction, and he maintained the smile even when Facilier-san began questioning his origins. Considering all that had occurred in Sotoba, it was not a subject he was willing to discuss. Still, it would have been rude to ignore the question.
"I'm from a tiny, isolated village in Japan," the former priest said, though he didn't specify the name of the village for obvious reasons. Considering the man's Western name and features, he probably wouldn't have heard of it anyway. But even with that in mind, Seishin would gladly steer the conversation away from himself.
"Where are you from, Facilier-san?"