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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[remnantsofflame.livejournal.com]

Asch made a face. He wasn't even sure what kind of instrument that was supposed to be. It looked kind of like a vertical flute, but not quite like anything he'd actually seen before. And what was it made out of...? That wasn't wood.

"I wouldn't trust it," he said.

[thyapocalypse.livejournal.com]

Van gave the odd flute a distasteful look before setting it back aside with the rest of the instruments. Things such as this certainly wasn't making him any fonder of the institute.

As the flute was no longer a safe option and he highly doubted he'd have his chance at the fontech piano today, he picked up a small drum instead. Looking it over, he gave it a small tap to hear. Then he frowned. "The selection here is pitiful."

[remnantsofflame.livejournal.com]

Asch made a sound like scoffing. "Well, what do you expect? They don't want us to be entertained. They're just keeping us busy until they sic monsters on us, as far as I can tell."

He looked over at the lady playing the piano. She was good, he supposed, but he didn't know the song. He'd been listening to Van play the piano since he was very young, though he hadn't really sat and listened to it in a few years.

[thyapocalypse.livejournal.com]

"If they merely wanted to keep us busy until nightfall, they're doing a poor job of that as well. Unless they found some sort of enjoyment in allowing us to make plans to esca-"

And as if on cue, the intercom cackled again, this time with the announcement of an unappetizing dinner. The constant interruptions were beginning to be quite the annoyance.

Van placed the small drum back where he found it, then turned to Asch. "I'll see you tonight." That said, he turned to go.

[remnantsofflame.livejournal.com]

Asch thought he had something to say, and realized he didn't, in the end.

He settled for a nod. "Yeah. M3, don't forget," he said, letting Van get far enough away before he walked out of the room himself, and back down to the cafeteria.

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