Day 39: Music Room

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

Lunch had been fruitful. Celes had chosen not to eat, but that was fine enough for her; she’d eaten plenty at breakfast and it was not very good manners to eat while discussing war (for Celes, it’d always given her a bit of a stomachache), or plotting. Especially if one was in mixed company. Her nurse escorted her to the Music room, citing that her ‘sister’ had suggested that musical therapy would be good for her. Celes rolled her eyes. This was no music room, with their ‘electronic’ instruments; where were the violas and the harpsichords and phonographs? She’d been past this room before, but had never been interested enough to go into it.

The general sat down at the keyboard, staring at the odd device before prodding the buttons with a nail. On, off, rumba, tango, Caribbean (what in the world was ‘Caribbean?’), little numbers that changed the tone. It was the first time Celes wished that there was a real instrument before her, instead of this ridiculous thing. Still, it didn’t stop her from curiously stringing notes together with one hand, and the only song she could bring to mind was the Aria di Mezzo Carattere.

How dreadfully delightful.

[for Adel~]

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[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

After visiting his captain's room last night and finding the miniature piano he'd stolen still safely tucked away in Luffy's closet, Brook wouldn't have expected to see another one sitting in the Music Room as though it hadn't even been touched by him! And just because he didn't expect to see it, Brook didn't exactly think logically about the fact that it could have possibly been replaced or something like that. No, that would just make too much sense!

He eyed the instrument a moment, then warily moved towards it, ready to flee if necessary. It shouldn't be here. It should still be in Luffy's closet just as he'd left it! So what was it doing back here again? Maybe... maybe it was a ghost piano! Like when he'd had that visitor...! Ok, the visitor hadn't actually been a ghost, but Brook knew ghosts did exist! He'd run from enough of them to know that much!

M-maybe it was mad because Brook had bashed the legs off before?! He'd apologized about that, and had even left them safely bundled on the seat as an apology, but perhaps that hadn't been enough?! And now it was mad and wanted to exact its revenge on him!

He stopped a ways from reaching it. If it was solid then... then it wasn't a ghost. That's how things were supposed to work, right?

"If it's solid, it isn't a ghost..." Brook repeated for himself, and was just about to decide that he had to touch it to be sure, when someone else reached it first. Such a pretty young lady... oh, he'd seen her before, hadn't he?... on one of those nights with Archer, when his former roommate had been so insistent on Brook not asking about her panties. Well, Archer had only asked for that night, so it wouldn't be breaking any promises now if he were just to...

But no, Brook's mind couldn't grasp the perversion just yet as he was more freaked out by the possibility of a vengeful ghost piano. She only used one finger at first, or more her nail, but the key proved most definitely solid as she pressed it down and drew sound. Then she started playing a tune, and Brook could only manage a nervous laugh. "Thank goodness..."

[mugenreppa.livejournal.com]

"Thank goodness what?"

Mele didn't need to lean over to look up into the man's face, which...sort of irritated her, but there was no getting around her height. Especially since she didn't have high heels anymore.

The voice that had pervaded the other room (it was an eating room of some sort, she'd concluded. A...cafeteria?) had been sort of freaky. Must have been some sort of psychological thing, though she hadn't made any sense of what the voice had said, other than the obvious. Was the true intent of the voice simply to announce the "patients" into a new room? And what was this "therapy" thing? Too bad the nurse had herded her away from her answer guy before she could ask any more.

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

Kagura was one of the first ones into the Music Room, but the only others were the lady at the piano or the super pervert lurking nearby. She had no interest in getting involved with him again, so she went to the far end of the room. Playing instruments wasn't something she was terribly good at, so she didn't mind sitting and listening for a while. After the day it'd been, hearing nice music might help her relax a little.

[Bridget]

[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

Bridget had met many nice people today, but he wanted to talk to Kagura. Just to make sure she wasn't angry with him. Holding Roger tightly, he walked into the Music Room and spotted her almost instantly.

He stepped up, suddenly shy, and looked down at his feet. "Hello Miss Sohma." He offered a nervous smile. She hadn't seemed mad on the board, but .... one never knew...

[oldest-man.livejournal.com]

Methos was just a little bit unnerved by the idea of a collection of nominal madmen being released into a room full of musical instruments. So it was a pleasant surprise to find he wasn't greeted with a horrid cacophony as he was ushered in by an implacable but smiling nurse, his pleas to be allowed to simply take a book into the Sun Room gently but firmly denied. There were only a few other people present so far, which might have helped. The tune being picked out by the woman at the keyboard wasn't to his taste (he was happy enough to leave that sort of music to MacLeod), but it was still pleasant-sounding.

He took note of the walkmans as something to take refuge in if that luck didn't hold, and settled down on one of the red couches with his journal. There wasn't anything serious he felt needed committing to paper just yet, with his notes already made, so he took refuge in dog Latin and small, amusing doodles. He'd be unsurprised if the nurses went through their patients' writing, so let them puzzle over that a while.

[thyapocalypse.livejournal.com]

Finding the replica in this place did seem to offer some answers, but none of the ones he had wished to hear. Even though it did give him an explanation for why he was here and some assurance that he hadn't completely gone mad, everything that was said about Auldrant had made him...uneasy. Not that he believed a single word of it, of course, but even if there was a slight possibility that he was wrong...

Van shook his head. There was no point in thinking of that things that simply wasn't true. His time would be better spent trying to learn everything he could of this place so that he could escape later. And, perhaps, maybe allow himself to relax if only for this one shift.

There was already a woman at the fontech keyboard, playing a song that he had never heard before. Van paused for a moment to listen before moving to look at the other available instruments, hoping to find one that he could play for himself.

[for Asch]

[remnantsofflame.livejournal.com]

Asch's day had already been going pretty shitty. First, there was the crap with Guy at breakfast. Then, there had been the weirdness of talking to Claude...who...apparently knew him? Great. Still no sign of that dreck, thankfully, but Sync really wasn't a whole lot better. In fact, Asch could safely say he'd have preferred the company of his own replica - and that wasn't something he'd have admitted lightly.

It only got worse when the nurse came up to him in the cafeteria and referred to him as Luke. While it may have been his actual name, that was not the point. He didn't allow anyone to call him Luke. He started to argue with her about it, then stopped. He remembered what Zex and Teisel had told him, about them all having different names. It was strange that they'd call him Luke, but not as strange as them making up a random name to give him. That didn't stop him from being pissed the hell off, but he managed to shut his mouth.

He had no idea why they'd gone to the music room - or why there even was one here. He didn't really have much knowledge of how to play anything very well, himself. He had enough appreciation to listen, but playing something? Definitely not his thing.

He walked into the room anyway, arms crossed, glaring after the nurse as she left. She had a stupid smile plastered all over his face, but at least she didn't call him Luke again. He might not have been able to take it if she had.

The redhead turned and looked into the room, and he was sure his heart stopped. Stupid clothes or not, even seen across a room from an angle, that was a face he'd never forget.

Van.

He hadn't heard a word from anyone else about Van. He wouldn't have expected Guy to say anything, of course, but Sync would have surely had something to say. Did they...not know? Had Van just arrived here?

Asch's heart suddenly remembered to beat, and did so furiously, pounding in his ears. If Van was dead, that would make sense, wouldn't it? But he'd found out that they weren't all from the same time. At least, Guy wasn't. So it didn't necessarily mean that Van was, either.

Oh, it didn't matter. To hell with time and with different worlds. It was Van, definitely. He'd been thinking about Van earlier that day, but he never wanted to see him again. He'd had enough of being jerked around and lied to, after all.

He wanted to say something. Or maybe scream something. But what? What could he possibly do? He couldn't even seem to make himself take another step forward. Maybe that was for the better. Maybe he could get the hell out of this room without Van ever seeing him.

[I tried to make him go over there. He refused. ._.]

[heliokleptic.livejournal.com]

Luke never really knew where he they were going when everyone moved, but just followed the direction of the crowd. This time it looked like some sort of lounge, with dark blue carpeting and red furniture in the middle. He noticed some weird devices along one wall, and boxes on another, but wasn't feeling very interested in inspecting them right now. He was tired, and now that the stressful conversation with Master Van was done, still hungry as well.

Walking over to one of the couches, Luke flopped down on it fast first, and scratched both hands over the back of his head, shaking up his hair in frustration. He could feel himself getting... what was the worse... used to? Numb. Maybe. Numb to the situation. There was too much. Too much to remember, too much to try to understand, too much that was completely different. The fact that this wasn't even his planet kept periodically, shifting up to the surface of his mind, and then just floated there as he was unsure what to do with it, how to even feel about it. Maybe if they could get out of here, that would be interesting, be useful. Maybe it meant he would never see home again; after all, he sure had no idea how to move between one planet and another.

And then there was Master Van. Luke hadn't told Van about how to get a weapon around here. It wasn't that he wanted Van running around monsters without a way to defend himself, but Van had proven pretty hard to defeat, so even without fonic abilities for any of them, he wasn't very worried. He wanted to talk to the others before doing anything that might make Van more dangerous.

And then there was this place, and everything impossible about it he didn't understand, and the prospect of running into monsters tonight on an empty stomach and with no weapon. Luke groaned and pressed his face against the seat of the couch and seriously considered just taking a nap here and hoping when he woke up it would have all been a dream.

[Guy~]

[nobleman]

Lunch had turned out to be uneventful for Guy, since after that stranger had run off, no one else had dropped by to interrupt his meal. Not that he would have minded, of course, but he did have to admit that it was nice to get some quiet time after running into Asch first thing in the morning.

Now he was well-fed on pizza (which wasn't the healthiest food, but it would do), and it looked like next up was the Music Room. Guy also made a mental note to get back to the bulletin before dinner, since he needed to figure out where he would be meeting Claude and Dias tonight.

For now, though, it was obvious where he was going to plant himself. He never tired of looking over the disc players, and while he knew he couldn't get away with more than that during the day, it was still worth it. He hadn't gotten his hands on one of the game machines the last time he'd been in the Game Room, so his hands were itching to tinker with some Earth technology now.

In fact, Guy was so single-minded in heading to the part of the room with the CD players that he missed a familiar form curled up on a couch.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

Well, the second refueling session had been good enough. Although, Lockdown sitll wasn't sure whether pizza was something he truely liked or not.

Lockdown looked around the room, taking in the sights. Several strange devices littered the room. The bounty hunter approached a flat device on a stand, with numerous black and white stripes on it. Lockdown touched one of the white stripes carefully. The stripe sank down and a high-pitched sound came out. Lockdown withdrew his hand, startled. After a few seconds, he pressed a few other stripes experimentally before leaving the device.

Was that suppossed to be music? Lockdown didn't think so.

He leaned back against the wall, observing the other patients curiously. As long as he was forced to be here, he might as well take in some more information, in the hopes that he could learn to blend in better.

[Starscream]

[whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com]

The music room was, thankfully, much larger than Starscream had anticipated, given the dimensions as presented on the first floor blueprints. Nevertheless, the small group of flesh-creatures now starting to congregate within its walls once again made him annoyed and disgusted; Primus willing, he'd NEVER get used to the presence of these primitive creatures. The sooner he could return to Cybertron in glory, the better.

Stepping around some of the musical instruments - he recognized the trumpets as being much smaller than the ones to be used at his coronation - a realization dawned upon him; though he was to meet this 'Lockdown' here, he had no idea what his synthoid appearance was like. It was bad enough that all these flesh-creatures were essentially indistinguishable to him; Starscream cursed himself, and in hindsight realized that something like a make-shift Decepticon sigil would have been ideal. Thoroughly irritated, he moved over to one side of the room, picking up a CD case and examining it absentmindedly...

"'Music', indeed," he grumbled none-too-quietly. "These flesh-creatures have no taste what-so-ever in what truly constitutes melodic perfection." The plastic case - emblazoned with the word 'aerosmith' across the top - was tossed to his side carelessly.

[toxicspiderman]

Frustration. The only bright spot was that he'd probably annoyed Dr. Babyface just as much. Sound and fury and bullshit. He was radiating 'fuck-off' vibes in every direction; eaten lunch alone. The only person who'd approached him since he'd slunk out of the therapy office was his still-chirpy nurse. She did let him stop at the bulletin board, and wrote down (or faked it convincingly) something when he asked again about badminton.

Then she led him into the music room. He'd expected plastic recorders and xylophones, and he wasn't disappointed. But the synthesizer and the shelf of cassettes and CDs were a pleasant surprise. He made a beeline for the shelf, and picked up a Discman. After turning down the first few stacks of boring crap Chatty Kathy tried to foist on him, he just started taking one from each pile and setting them on the floor by one foot while he sorted through the CDs. There. Aerosmith. Boston's bad boys, though he didn't recognize the album. And, oh, someone had a sense of irony -- he picked up another unfamiliar album from Mötley Crüe. A surreptitious check of the copyright dates while reading the track lists pointed out why -- 1989, both of them. He slid them in between Mozart and whale songs, and went looking for somewhere to sit.

A big, soft armchair set apart from the others was calling him. He sat down, and fidgeted until he'd found a comfortable slouch. Dr. Feelgood went into the discman, the headphones went on his head, and the volume went up as high as it would go (not very). As the first guitar lick started, he leaned back, closing his eyes, and let the music wash over him. It was the closest thing to peace he'd felt since arriving.

[meeting briefly with Spider, potentially free after that]

[iwascloned.livejournal.com]

The drugs had now totally worn off, and Spider was left to answer a dozen painful memos his body had left him while he was intoxicated. He squeezed the sides of his throbbing head with his throbbing hands, and shuffled through the Sun Room and into the Music Room. He scanned the room, looking for blonds. After walking unobtrusively past a couple who didn't fit his memory of Yuffkari, he finally caught sight of his consolation prize: Sangamon Taylor.

The guy was relaxing, plugged into headphones, BUT THIS WAS NO TIME FOR RELAXING. Spider stomped up to the back of S.T.'s chair, yanked off the man's headphones and put them on himself.

"How was therapy? They fuck you up any?" He stopped and listened to the music for a second. Then he tapped the discman rapidly. "What'd you, inject this thing with vicodin?"

[buteo-sapiens.livejournal.com]

["The fair Ophelia! — Nymph, in thy orisons/Be all my sins remember'd." :B ]

That had been... a good lunch. Shinichi had been nice-- not too nice, not so nice that it got Tobias nervous and wondering what Shinichi wanted out of him-- and the pizza had been all greasy goodness.

He was still here, wingless, with no idea how to get out, none of his friends responding to the notice he'd put up, and things looking more unpleasant by the minute.

Awesome. Except, y'know, not.

The nurse took him away from his mostly-cleared place, back through the sun room and into a music room, a woman playing something melancholy on the keyboard and some other random instruments lying about.

It felt like a elementary school music classroom. Which was kinda weird, since they were in an institution...

Ignoring the instruments, he was led over to the CD players, handed one, and told to enjoy himself.

He stared at it for a moment-- he'd never had a portable CD player like this-- then smiled awkwardly, just a bit, and thanked the nurse, going to look through the music they had. Tobias didn't really know much of it, mostly some of the pervasive classical stuff and the older rock (living in a meadow for a few years tended to keep you out of the way of popular culture), but that was okay with him; he picked out something he'd never heard of, popped it into the CD player, and settled on a couch with his music (a musical, he realized after a few moments).

He needed some time to think.

[shallweplay.livejournal.com]

By the time Ophelia reached the Music Room, she was feeling a good deal better than before. She figured that by dinner, the drugs would wear off completely. For the time being, she wandered across the room, her eyes falling upon a selection of human instruments. She hadn't been intending to actually take any of them, but one type in particular caught her eye. She picked up what she assumed was a recorder, though it was made of a more durable, unfamiliar material than the wooden ones she had seen humans play in the past. Rather than wanting to play it, however, Ophelia had other ideas in mind. Namely, she wondered if it were possible to sneak it back to her room, break it in half and use it as a sharp-ended stick of sorts. She grimaced at the thought of being reduced to such tactics, but there wasn't much else she could do to arm herself before going on whatever assignment the Arts & Crafts Club was going to give her.

As she carried the recorder around with her, pretending to be interested in it while her nurses watched, another interesting device caught Ophelia's attention. She saw a young boy sitting down with a small, semi-circular object with a strange piece of headgear attached to it by a thin black cord. The boy popped the device open, inserted a shiny disc into it, and then closed it again, leaning back where he sat. What exactly was the purpose of such a device, Ophelia thought with a raised eyebrow. It certainly wasn't making any music as far as she could tell. At least, she believed it wasn't. The headband extended over the boy's ears, so perhaps that had something to do with it.

Normally, she would not have been so curious as to speak to a small child. Seeing as there wasn't much else to do until she could find a moment to slip the recorder under her clothes, however, she shrugged to herself and thought, Why not? Who knew? Perhaps he would turn out to be another Ryuk and be fun to toy with.

Ophelia slipped over behind the boy's chair, watching idly for a few moments before speaking up. "I don't believe I've seen a device quite like that before," she commented with a false look of friendliness on her face. "What exactly does one do with it?"

BAND PRACTICE THREAD

[sitard3d.livejournal.com]

Demyx wasn't exactly sure whether excitement counted as an emotion or not, and thus couldn't tell if he was actually feeling it or whether he was just reliving some memory of it - like pain in a phantom limb. But the adrenaline pumping through his veins was real, and he could barely sit still.

There really weren't enough instruments to go around - especially with the woman playing on the keyboard, although he was reluctant to ask her to relinquish her place, or even to interrupt her to invite her into the band. (Which was too bad, because at least she could play.) But, well, he could at least maybe gauge talent, and interest, and get everyone introduced to each other. And the woman might stop playing of her own accord at some point, too.

In the meantime...he had to wait for the band members to show up.

[OOC: Okay, guys! I think we're going to have one thread for the original members of the band - Matsuda, Hanatarou, and Senna - and then another for the new members with Seiya, Kvothe, and Soubi. Any unscheduled arrivals can start a new group of three. :3 Does that work for everyone?]

"original members" =P

[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

Ah, man, she was stuffed. She had to have ate half a pizza while chatting with that new guy. But, damn, that was great. She stretched as she wandered into the music room. Senna sincerely wished she could eat like that every day.

It didn't seem like there were that many people here, and she didn't know if she wanted to go up to someone and start bothering them, 'specially if they were trying to play some music. She'd have to look around, and--

"Hiya," she said, wandering up to Demyx with a smile, arms laced behind her neck. "Did you ever find your sitar that you were looking for?"

[gald_digger]

Despite having a lousy morning, the day seemed to be getting better as it went on. Luke was back, and according to Guy, so was someone else they knew. Anise stopped in the Sun Room to see if he had mentioned who yet, but it looked like she would need to wait a little longer. She had a feeling she knew who it might be (it sounded like it was someone Guy wouldn't expect Anise to be that excited about, which narrowed it down) but she wanted to be sure before jumping to conclusions.

In the meantime, she had time to kill before nightshift came. Anise wasn't especially talented with instruments, so once inside the Music Room, she gravitated towards the weird devices at the southern end of the room. She remembered she had examined one of them before, on that night she came following clues with Ion and Axel. The roundish machine seemed pretty useless upon first inspection, but maybe she just didn't know how to use it.

Her curiosity rekindled, the girl picked up another such device and examined it. It had a tiny screen that didn't look like it could display much at all, and a few buttons marked with triangles and squares. When Anise tried pressing them, however, they didn't do anything. She turned it over in her hands, now looking to see if there was any sign of damage on it. Was this thing broken?

[free!]

[i-dont-paint.livejournal.com]

Upon being ushered into the music room, Tony headed immediately toward the electronics. It wasn't that he didn't want to have to put up with the music played by his fellow patients, he just...didn't want to have to put up with the music played by his fellow patients. And maybe a pair of headphones would buy him a little time to think before nightfall.

He'd claimed a CD player, and was about to turn to look for a disc to go with it, when he noticed the young girl puzzling over a CD player of her own. A card-carrying member of the iPod generation, he wondered. Or someone from some strange dimension which had never seen the technology develop at all? "You have to put a CD in first," he told her absently, half-joking. "It won't do you much good before that."

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

Apparently, the nurse considered music 'good therapy' for a 'delusional' man in a nuthouse. Not that Tyki was particularly interested; music usually involved those bothersome parties he had to dance his legs off in favor of getting on the noble's good side. He wasn't really sure why Duke Millennium considered it even important. But ah well...

Eventually, the Noah found plopped down into a chair, watching the other patients with mild interest. There wasn't much else to do in any case.

[Free!]

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

Lunch was sitting a little heavy in his stomach, but it was nothing a good half hour wouldn't fix. It was hard not to notice how much more heavy in general having a solid human form he couldn't manipulate was. Bleeding and needing to eat was just the beginning.

The music room was more lively than the Sun Room was... At least figuratively, if you ignored the fighting, and the dark emotions, and the general discontent atmosphere that followed a person wherever he went, and instead focused on the noise of the instruments, most fairly childlike, which wasn't at all surprising. And not all of the music was good music, but, hey, it was something. The doll would start wondering when there were instruments and people, but no attempt at playing.

There were a few people sitting on their lonesome, and Ren sidled up to one around his apparent age. Those glasses were just too classic to resist, not that he was going to admit that, or even fully understand why he thought so. "Hey, mind some company?"

[kingside]

Another shift, another test. Lelouch had had enough of hobbling around in his crutches by this point, though, so rather than target one of the people already there, he went immediately to one of the couches near the middle of the room and all but collapsed into it. He hurt all over, and although he had finally gotten around to getting those painkillers from his nurse (testing his Geass had taken priority over that, unfortunately), they hadn't kicked in yet.

All of that combined with the things that had happened that day and his sleepless night were taking their toll on him, but while it was tempting to take this opportunity to nap on this entirely too comfortable couch, he had to keep going... somehow. Succumbing to exhaustion was not an option. Nunnally was counting on him.

With great effort, he hauled himself upright and set his crutches down somewhere out of the way. He was not getting up, but with how small the room was, someone had to sit within Geass range sooner rather than later.

[Puppy Sammy~]

[boyking]

If there was ever a good time to have a conversation interrupted, that hadn't been it, and Sam was left with a long list of questions and not a single answer. And that was only him. He was fairly sure Dean had his own list, too. His brother would probably be too busy with the demon tonight to prod Sam further on the subject of his abilities, but Sam was going to have to figure something out to tell him tomorrow and he was half-tempted to just get himself knocked out tonight to buy more time. Jesus. He was no stranger to multitasking, but between this and the apparently new crop of psychic kids and the deal and the rest of the hunts they might have, it was—

It was going to drive him insane, that was what it was gonna do.

Sam let his nurse steer him into the music room. Spending an hour somewhere that was almost guaranteed to have a lot of noise wasn't his ideal choice, but he needed to start getting a feel for the place and he'd already dropped by the so-called sun room. Never mind. It wasn't as if he didn't have a lot of practice tuning things out; 24/7 with Dean and his music, and you did develop a certain tolerance, if not necessarily immunity.

His gaze skimmed over the other patients, trying to pick out someone he could glean more information from. Working would at least take his mind off things and maybe he'd run into a third with abilities, too. He'd already found two in less than twenty-four hours; at this point, anything seemed likely.

In the end, his attention landed on someone in the middle of the room who looked almost worse off than the guy he'd spoken to at lunch. It shouldn't have surprised him, the number of people sporting injuries—hell, even Dean had gotten hit hard and he wasn't a civilian.

Sam made his way over and stood off to the side just enough to suggest that he wasn't looking to intrude if he wasn't wanted. "You mind if I...?" He let the implicit question hang, gesturing at the couch in case what he meant wasn't clear.

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

Adelheid tried to make it into the music room as quickly as he could, but once again, it just wasn't fast enough. There were people around the keyboard again, and once again, Adelheid was tempted to just give up and resign himself to another session with a CD player. It seemed like he'd never be able to get a chance to play the thing...

...but then he stopped. The person playing it was none other than General Celes, someone that Adelheid had known on and off for a little while. They weren't really 'friendly', perhaps, but at least it was someone he knew. With that in mind, he made his way over to her, offering a tentative smile. "Hello, General," he said, "I didn't know that you played."

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

"I don't, this is just the last thing I remember from home." Celes replied simply and looked up at Adel, her odd little not-smile hovering at the corner of her lips. "It's nice to see that you are still here, Adel." She meant it, too, what with the events of the last few days had been somewhat draining. Her fingers danced around the keys, stumbled, and hit a poor note.

Celes frowned. "You see, I told you I could not play."

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

Yuuhi was glad when the meal time was over. He'd downed some of his juice, but little else, and just when they'd started laying on the guilt, they were out of time. A lucky break supposedly. Really he just wanted to curl up and sleep and pretend none of the bad things were happening. He wasn't sure what to do. They couldn't find the missing girls and with Kurogane so injured, but refusing help, things were falling apart fast.

The music room was smaller, so he picked that when given the choice, though he left a bulletin behind in the Sun Room to check occasionally. Not that there would be many people to reply to it.

[Ururu!]

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

Ururu had mostly kept to herself during lunch, deciding that quiet time was okay too. And she did feel better now that she'd eaten, even if it left her just a little sleepy. It wasn't too bad though, and Ururu went into the music room hoping she could find one of her friends. It turned out she was in luck, since Fai-san was sitting there, and the girl quickly made her way to him.

"Hello Fai-san." Ururu still remained unaware of everything that had happened, something that was easy to tell just from her mood. She was worried that Ken might have gotten in trouble, but even that wasn't too bad. And considering everything, she thought that maybe things were going okay. At least, as much as they could. "How are you?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

[Ninja Bewbs?]

Rude had no real preference for rooms. He was feeling kinda lazy so he wasn't gonna bother getting work done. But then...a distraction from asking Lust out tonight was a good idea. He wanted to get Reno's adv- Shit. Had his life really come to that?

Whatever. He'd just make it a casual sorta thing. Except....goddamn Ninja Brat had made that comment. About his post to Elena. What if he came across as rude? As in lowercase rude not uppercase 'I am Rude' Rude.

He found himself in the music room in the end and grabbed the nearest keyboard. Inferior to a piano, but beggars can't be choosers. He sat it on his lap and stared at it for a while before playing with the settings. He hadn't really played in a while, but being a logical mind, he found it pretty easy. The only thing he couldn't do was improvise or create music. He could just read and perform.

He played a little something (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMg54zv6V3s) from memory, hoping it'd lure 'Red'.

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

Now that Sheena's mind was almost completely clear from the sedatives, Sheena once again resumed Mission Hide From the Youkai; she was secure in the fact that Raine would be occupied with her not!girlfriend all day and therefore wouldn't even be looking for the ninja. Not seeing Yukari around to trip her paranoia, Sheena headed into the Music Room before she could be seen.

Once inside she looked around. Huh. The ninja had no musical talent to speak of, so she wasn't sure what to do. A march being played caught her attention and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when she saw who was playing it. There was just something about Rude that hadn't struck her as him being the musical type. Then again, most people probably wouldn't think Sheena, herself, was as good of a cook as she was.

Silently, the ninja slipped over to where Rude was playing and sat down on the floor next to where he was sitting. She didn't think about the angle it was going to give him, much less that the bite marks on her neck were clearly visible. She simply sat there and listened to him play.

[chocomancer.livejournal.com]

Ah, music! The craft with charms to soothe the savage breast! Or something like that, anyway. Wonka had always been partial to a good song, or concerto for that matter, so when he was brought into the room he began to quickly pace around it, taking a look at what was available for the patients to use. On the left, it seemed, was mostly instruments for the patients themselves to play (including a surprisingly compact electric piano) while on the right there was a rather extensive library of cassette tapes, along with...

...now what were these? Stooping down near one of the shelves of CDs, Wonka took out one of the cases and began to examine the inside. It was almost like a vinyl record... but smaller, and smooth, and almost opalescent in the way it refracted the light that struck it. Intrigued, he removed two or three other albums to take a look at those ones as well. If this was how music was stored in the 21st century, it was certainly different from anything he had known before.

Well then again, it was the future.

[ free ]

[catstreetblues.livejournal.com]

Sitting around in the Sun Room hadn't sounded very appealing, but music had. Therefore, in conclusion, logic, logic, et cetera, et cetera...Sanae was in the Music Room. Whoever was tinkering around on the keyboard sounded like they knew what they were doing, but he was more of a modern guy. And what luck, they had a selection!

He walked up to the music library, marveling at how everything was so out-dated- the cassettes were a prime example. However, one had to respect the achievements of the past, and he did still have an impressive CD stash at home.

Sanae turned to the patient next to him- an older man. "Wow, seeing all this kind of takes me back to the pre-MP3 days."

[rocksthecourt]

Polite as he'd been around his nurse-for-the-day, his face seemed to light up as soon as they entered the room. Ahh, so this was the music room Matt had mentioned yesterday.

There were only a few people there so far, so he had a fairly good view of the room's contents. It looked like the available instruments were all placed into a single part of the room: Drums, recorders, cymbals... and a piano. Apparently, this place wasn't fond of guitars. Even a small, mock acoustic would have been acceptable. As it stood the only thing here he could even moderately play was the piano, and the instrument itself was garnering the attention of another, it seemed.

No matter. There was a noticeable collection of CD players at another part of the room. Not exactly the nicest of models, but fine for its intent. He picked one up, earning only a slight glance from the nearest supervising nurse, and went toward the open box of CDs nearby. Klavier was not going to be so picky as to look through every box at the moment, but he carefully looked through the selection of the topmost one. There was a wide range to choose from, but it was strange that they didn't have even one Gavinner album in supply. ...Then again judging from the number of compilation CDs, one could guess these were donated to the institute. And no one with a sense of taste would willingly discard of a Gavinners CD.

He finally pulled one out, a classic rock compilation disc. This one was obviously put together by someone with good taste in music, unlike many music anthologies. Taking a seat in one of the nearby chairs, he popped the CD in. The volume was much, much... much lower than he was accustomed to, but Klavier still couldn't help the smile that came across his face as soon as the first song started.

He tried to raise the volume more, but for some reason it wasn't going much higher than its original setting. He could still hear the sounds and various voices around him, the music acting as more of a background noise than anything. Even with that massive disappointment, Klavier was honestly grateful. It was like he'd released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He felt much calmer now, completely collected. More to the point, he felt like he could think so much clearer.

He closed his eyes and simply... listened. There was still much to figure out before nightfall, but for now, he could afford a few wayward minutes to just enjoy the music.

[one Godot, hold the coffee]

[hotbitterproof.livejournal.com]

Another meal, another seventeen cups of coffee the prosecutor was cruelly and inhumanely denied. Godot decided that the term "angel of prolonged unthinkable torture" should be added to the lexicon of crime, as there was no better way to describe the nurses that had patients flitting all about while ignoring their basic needs. There was certainly a special place in Hell for every one of those pastel-covered ladies, and who better than Godot to know it?

As it stood, he had to disagree with the idea that a little soothing music would make everything better, mostly because Godot doubted 'cd player' translated into 'cappuccino maker'. That unfortunate truth notwithstanding, Godot still made his way over to the collection of machines, wondering if a touch of jazz couldn't at least take the edge off this otherwise painful experience. There were certainly worse things to listen to: that obnoxious Head Doctor's announcements, Trite's rambling attempts at logic, Pretty Boy saying nearly anything in that smug voice of his...

Someone else already seemed to have had the same idea, and Godot had to credit the man for looking relaxed, but not dopey. He'd seen more than one person get such joy out of their creature comforts that they let all control go. Certainly such things were worth taking pleasure in; a perfectly brewed cup of coffee came to mind (and started pouring a concrete foundation on the property). But a man had to remember his situation when he let himself go. Lawyers didn't cry until the case was over, and a man couldn't drop his guard in enemy territory. Perfectly aware that he could still be better prepared for the coming night, Godot abandoned the hunt for decent music, and instead took a seat by this man.

"You seem rather enraptured, Blondie." Fortunately, Godot had never been one to mind intruding on another's private thoughts. It kept him delayed too long, and usually the conversation wasn't worth the time it took to make a cup of coffee. Godot stood before the man, his expression as confident as ever. "Certainly relaxed for a man just about to go before a firing squad. Is there something you know that's keeping you from being worried about the coming night?" Of course Godot was aware that it could just be the music. But what good was a lawyer who didn't ask any questions of the witness?

[thecamellia.livejournal.com]

The day was looking like it would be a quiet one from her perspective, though every time the Head Doctor announced the arrival of more ‘patients’, Tsubaki felt a pang of empathy at the awful circumstances they’d found themselves in. At least for her, she’d had an unremarkable lunch by herself, after her conversations with Honey and Matsumoto.

And now that the day was winding down to sunset, the nightshift took priority in her thoughts.

I don’t what everyone would do if magic didn’t let us stay up all day and night without sleep… Once she stepped into the Music Room, Tsubaki let the thought drift off at the sound of the various tunes coming from certain people’s efforts on the instruments. She hadn’t been in the Music Room before; like the Arts and Crafts room, it looked like it had a fair amount of variety for a hospital. Any kind of hospital.

The girl’s gaze landed on one of the posters, and she stepped up to take a closer look. She didn’t recognize many of the faces featured.

[lighthearted]

Sora's talk with Demyx had taken a lot out of him, so he had actually chosen to spend the lunch shift by himself. He managed to get two slice of pizza down while he turned his thoughts over in his head about the whole Nobody issue, and while nothing really got resolved, it was still for the best that he didn't try to chat with anyone while he was so distracted.

The boy entered the Music Room feeling more up to socializing, though he couldn't get the thought that he wished Roxas was here out of his head. He technically didn't even know his Other that well, but at the same time he knew him better than anyone, right? (Except for maybe Axel.) He just figured that Roxas would be able to help him with all of his conflicting thoughts about the other Nobodies.

The fact of the matter was that Roxas wasn't here, though, and so there was no point in dwelling on it further. Instead, Sora took a look around the room, smiling at the sounds of patients playing various instruments. Some of them were pretty good! He also spotted Demyx once again, but the man was busy talking with a fairly large group of people. Was he trying to make some sort of music club?

As Sora wandered the room, he spotted a girl on her own. Shrugging to himself, he moved over to where she was examining a poster. "Do you know who these guys are?" he asked by way of starting a conversation.

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Ah...It had been a while since Porky had eaten pizza, which was unfortunate, because it was so delicious! Bloated and happy, Porky left the cafeteria and followed his nurse to the music room. Porky had been subjected to many indignities during the day, such as Methos' denial that Porky was as special as he had claimed, Lelouch's sudden cancellation of their meeting, and the chilly reception he had received at the leader's lunch. However, Porky had managed to stay calm by holding on to the hope that if he kept his cool, things would go better. Little did Porky suspect what would await him in the music room.

At first, all seemed well. Patients were either playing music on instruments or listening to music in chairs. Not having any real talent for playing music, Porky eventually convinced the supervising nurse to give him a CD player. Then, disaster struck. Porky walked over to the boxes filled with CDs to choose one out. He skimmed them for a DCMC album or perhaps a Runaway Five CD, but there weren't any!

"What...What is this crap?!" Porky shouted after he had searched through all of the boxes available to choose from, "You mean to tell me that there isn't a single DCMC or Runaway Five album in all of these boxes?! Hell, I'd even settle for a Venus song right now!"

"Mr. Reynolds!" said the supervising nurse harshly, "Please calm down! I assure you that we have all the music that you could possibly-"

"No, you calm down!" Porky yelled as he spun around to face the nurse, "How can you possibly say that you have all the music I'd ever need if you don't even have any of the bands I listen to here?! This is absurd! I've put up with all sorts of annoyances today! First this bastard Lelouch tries to talk down to me, then he cancels our meeting, then Adam tells me I'm not immortal, and then this little brat starts making fun of me! She didn't say anything, but I could tell!"

"Mr. Reynolds," said the nurse with a voice as cold as ice, "Unless you can manage to calm yourself, I'm afraid I'll have to calm you down instead."

Out of seemingly nowhere, the nurse then pulled out a syringe and made a signal with her hand. Almost instantaneously, an orderly appeared by her side.

"Um..." Porky said, brought back to his senses, "N-no, I'm fine, thanks...I'll just choose a CD and sit down..."

The nurse smiled and put away the syringe. "I'm glad, Mr. Reynolds," she said, "I hope you'll enjoy your time here in the music room."

Still grumbling, Porky chose out a heavy metal album and put it into the CD player as he sat down onto one of the chairs.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Falis smirked from the chair behind the one the old man had chosen. This one must be new. Unfortunately, the princess didn't care; she was bored.

"Oi! Old man! You're way too fucking sensitive," Falis chuckled.

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

[Continued from here! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/570400.html?thread=47000096#t47176736)]

Sousuke felt like he hadn't even started eating when his and Miku's nurses bustled over and practically shoved them out of their chairs and through the Sun Room. Sousuke could have sworn that he'd seen a conspiratorial look shared between both of them, but he wasn't about to put them both in a headlock over it.

He and Miku were sat down on a couch with a CD player between them. The sergeant stared at it for a moment. "...if you're safe, then I'll be able to relax but..." he sighed.

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

"But?" Miku questioned, tilting her head and furrowing her brow. She opened the CD player, glanced at the title (Love Songs III!) and quickly closed it. Their nurses were incorrigible.

She moved placed her pinky over his on the couch, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

Kurt had looked around the Sun Room, but he hadn't been able to catch sight of Logan, Matt, or Steve. He was getting a little worried--maybe he shouldn't have left them alone that night. Superheros were supposed to stick together and whatnot... or something like that.

The mutant sat down on one of the chairs and just enjoyed the sound of the woman playing the piano. He watched the door as well, just in case one of them came in.

[For Cap!]

[vessavana.livejournal.com]

Kunzite had spent his day in quiet contemplation, so the transition to the music room was not quite the change of scenery it seemed to be for many of the other 'patients' here. Nevertheless, he admitted to himself that the calming effects of the rooms colors were quite impressive. The swordsman stepped through the room, looking about at his fellow prisoners, his mind still dwelling on the encounter he and his fellow History Club members had with that youth...another brainwashed victim of Landel's strange experiments. What on earth was the point of it, if none - apparently - were kept in such a state? Was this another test, just as the night-time scenario on the whole seemed to be?

The notes quietly playing from the keyboard made him pause; turning to the pianist, he recognized the girl with whom he destroyed some interestingly-sized cockroaches on his first night here. It was not to her that Kunzite attended, however, but to her music, for it brought back memories of Princess Requiem, and of its composer, Zoisite. How long had it been since his mind was allowed to remember his world in such a way...the youth from the previous night conjured up vague images of the Sailor Senshi, to be sure, but this moving piece now echoing through the room; much like Zoisite's own song, he felt himself being pulled to another place, though now only metaphysically.

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

Endrance was rather glad the day was winding down. This one day had been more tiring than he had expected it to be. While it was true that a good number of the conversations had been quite interesting, or pleasant, the fact remained that handling that many was starting to drain him.

It was with a quiet nod that he let his nurse escort him into the Music Room. She was still fussing over how little he'd eaten at lunch - he would have explained that it was more than he would have at home, but that would have been pointless. So, he simply tuned her out on the short walk.

Someone was playing the piano, and he couldn't help but smile at the music as he took an open seat next to an older gentleman. "It's lovely, isn't it...?" he asked, more to himself than to the other.

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

Waving goodbye to Zack, Wally followed the stream of other patients through the Sun Room and into the Music Room. So far there weren't that many people around, but it would probably fill up pretty fast. He wasn't sure what exactly to expect for this shift. He hadn't really been thinking about it over lunch, having other things like Zack's problems on his mind, but now that it was the fourth shift, he couldn't really avoid it.

He was going to be meeting someone else with superspeed. Someone else who also knew about the Justice League - even if it did seem like their info was a little off, so maybe they knew about a Justice League - and who might even know about him, and who seemed to be, of all things, a kid.

And as if that wasn't enough to take in, it seemed like there was someone else with a power like his here too. It was almost enough to make him paranoid, after all, what were the chances of two other people with superspeed or something close enough to it showing up in the same day?

Actually, now he thought about it, it could just as easily be a set-up and he got that feeling that had Bats know what he was planning, not to mention how he'd managed to organise meeting with one of the newcomers and given the other his room number, he'd probably be in a lot of trouble. Like, 'don't think that I am ever going to let you forget about this, and what kind of idiot are you anyway' trouble.

...He'd better really, really hope that it wasn't a set-up then.

Picking out a seat that would let him be noticed easily enough from the doorway without being too obvious, Wally settled down to do something he really, really hated. Waiting.

[justanimpulse.livejournal.com]

Seeing nobody he recognized as he looked around the Sun Room, Bart had been so tempted to just leave it at that, and claim he hadn't been able to find Wally if asked later. But then the nurse (what kind of prison hired nurses, anyway? They were really going all out with this pretend-it's-a-hospital thing, and it was kind of freaking Bart out) walking next to him just had to mention the Music Room, and well. Leave it to his stupid big jerk of a cousin to pick the least obvious place in the world for their meeting. And of course it wouldn't be his fault if Bart didn't show up, because how could Wally possibly ever get anything wrong? Jerk.

Needless to say, Bart wasn't in the greatest mood ever when he glanced into the Music Room and immediately saw his cousin sitting nearby. At least, he was pretty sure it was his cousin. He definitely had the red hair, but there was something a little off about the face. Especially around the chin.

Oh, whatever. Anyone could see it was Wally, and Bart knew he might as well take his stupid lecture now so it wouldn't be even longer and more boring later. Sulking fiercely, he made his way over to the other speedster and sat next to him, deliberately not looking his way.

"...Hi, Wally," he finally muttered.

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

At least Fwiffo was still alright! And his Captain was, supposedly, still here and still alive as well, which was something. Tonight, he had Teisel to play with, depending on how things went, and if he had the time, he might make a trip up to the upper floors to investigate those locked doors. Either way, direction was very welcome, although not as welcome as a human's arms around him. He'd just have to survive until then.

ZEX walked over to the small machines in the southern part of the room. The nurses told him that they could be used to play human music... whatever that may have entailed. There were a few humans on the other side of the room making noise, certainly, although he wasn't sure if that was human music or not. Not that it was unpleasant, really... it just was somewhat discordant. No depth. Maybe that was what human music was like? Well, such simple efforts fitted their species, after all... and perhaps some of the recorded music would give him a better idea of what it might have sounded like when performed professionally. His human had promised to explain such things to him before, but the last time they'd been here, his human had been in a mood and they didn't have the time.

ZEX picked up a small battered yellow walkman, looking it over with a confused expression. Buttons... hmm. He could see something inside... was it locked in there?

[Free~]

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

Well, music made a nice change, Kenren supposed, even if it was a little melancholy for his tastes. Still, it wasn't too bad. Definitely better than the damned Sun Room again. He couldn't spot anyone he knew, but there was a familiar face, someone he'd been meaning to talk to since the other night with Sanzo. Just out of curiosity and maybe a little concern.

He approached the man, a friendly smile on his lips. "Hey. I don't think we've met formally, but I'm Zelnick's roommate. You two seemed pretty close the other night." Okay, more than close in a friendly way at that.

[toadally4boobs.livejournal.com]

A music room. What the hell was Jiraiya supposed to do here? He didn't play any instruments, and wasn't interested in learning one now.

Jiraiya sighed, then headed for the couches. He could at least sit for a while and look for beautiful women. It wasn't the hot springs, but it would have to do.

The Sannin sat down on a couch, leaning back naturally. Hopefully a busty woman would show up soon for him to look at. Or maybe he could look for Naruto or Renamon. Writing was also an option....

[For a paintbrush-haired fellow ninja!]

[lostonlifesroad.livejournal.com]

Kakashi had his book with him after lunch, which wasn't at all unusual. He didn't have any intention of reading it, however, and that was the part some might find odd. Despite what certain people apparently thought of him (even though they should know better), Kakashi was very diligent when he chose to be, and now was one of those times. He saw Jiraiya unoccupied when he went into the Music Room, which was exactly what he'd been hoping for.

"Good after, Jiraiya-sama." Though his words were polite, Kakashi's voice didn't hold the pleasantness one might expect them to hold. The jounin made a point of blocking the man's view, wanting the Sannin's attention on him instead of some woman's figure. There were a few things he needed to talk to the man about, and his perversion wasn't one of them. "Since it doesn't look like you're busy, I was hoping you'd have a little talk with me. There's a few things I think we need to address."