damned_institute | Day 39: Music Room

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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Ophelia nodded at Astor's comment about time travel. "True enough. From what my bulletin board helper has relayed to me, many here complain about time flowing differently for different people. The most common complaints come from those for whom night seems to end extremely early compared to others," she elaborated, neglecting to mention that night also had a habit of ending right when one didn't want it to. She didn't know how Landel did it, but she suspected that he kept a close eye on specific patients at night, and selected the worst possible end-of-night cliffhangers for those he chose to watch.

At Astor's second comment, she had to admit that she was amused. The boy had a sense of humour that appealed to her, one with just the right amount of sarcasm to it. "Really, you don't say," she responded with about the same dry tone, the sides of her lips curling up a little further. "Perhaps you'd like to expand on that in a bit more detail? Pardon my curiosity, but in my world, I was affiliated with a military-like organization. Naturally, that makes me curious to know just how humans have decided to go about slaughtering one another in this supposedly more advanced world."

Day 39: Music Room

[ARGH, LJ ate my post! D:< Also, sorry for the triple re-post.]]