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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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Besides, he was distracted with a better question. A far better question, though it turned out that Chipp didn't really have a good answer for it.
"What else? I'm going to change the world!" Of course, such a vague answer would have made anyone listening to him skeptical. Even Chipp was slowly starting to realize how empty that sounded. "... But I have to get elected first, don't I?"
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Still, if Chipp was dedicated to that, then Sora saw no reason not to support him. It sounded like the place that he and Venom came from was in pretty bad shape, so someone who was interested in changing that was someone that Sora could only think well of.
"I guess so, yeah! I don't really know how that stuff works, honestly..." He scratched at the back of his head. "So, uhh, how do plan to do it? Change the world, I mean. Hey, what's the name of the place you're from, anyway?" That was yet another thing that Venom had never told him, although Sora had never asked. Well, he was going to be asking a lot more now.
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"... Uh." Shit, he didn't really put as much thought into this as he should have, didn't he? Chipp frowned and crossed his arms, not sure how to reply to Sora's first question. But it was an important one... well, whatever he had to do, he had to become President to do it. It felt kind of crappy to have a kid point out a flaw in his plan though, especially one that was so obvious in hindsight. "Damn, I guess I didn't really put as much thought into this as I should have."
It kind of pissed him off to admit that, but he wasn't going to take it out on Sora. It was a good question, after all. Thankfully, Sora asked him something else that he could answer and was much more important!
“Oh yeah, I'm from Japan. But it's not there anymore, so I'm just traveling around trying to collect votes.” The sad thing was that while Chipp was blatantly lying, he seemed extremely serious about Japan being his place of birth and where he was from. He knew it. He knew it in his soul. So it wasn't really a lie, just a correction. Yep.
Before Chipp had the chance to lecture Sora about the wonders of Japan and the wisdom of the Japanese, the nurse who was watching them warily made her way around yet again, this time with an orderly following behind her. Just in case.
“Robert, it's about time to get ready to go back to your room. Why don't we-”
“What the hell did I do now?!”
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That didn't mean that Sora wasn't going to support Chipp, though. He just needed to put a little more effort into figuring out a game plan, and then he'd be golden.
Either way, the location he gave for where he was from was one that Sora had heard a few times. Japan was definitely popular around here, for whatever reason. "I guess a lot of people are from there," he remarked out loud. He wanted to know what exactly Chipp meant by "not there anymore," since that was definitely the first time he'd heard that mentioned (it was probably a time issue), but he wasn't given the chance.
The nurses came by and Chipp almost immediately got testy with them, which made Sora laugh nervously. "All right, Mr. Chipp!" he said as he stood up. "I'll see you around. Good luck with those votes, okay? And I'll try to cheer up Venom, too." Actually, he had a few questions for the man, but hopefully he take care of both at the same time.
Sora offered Chipp a wave and then took off, eager to go put up the assignments for Arts and Crafts.