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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[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you're just not explaining it well," Falis replied, clearly not caring about the game.

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you're right," Porky said slowly, "Alright, let's play a simpler game. I'll say a word, and then you say a word that starts with the last letter of the word I said! You can understand that, right?"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Falis rolled her eyes. Whatever. "Yeah, I ain't stupid, asshole. Say your damn word."

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Finally this bitch was deciding to cooperate! It was about time!

"Alright, then..." Porky said as he thought of his word, "How about...nowhere!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Shit. This meant Falis was going to have to try and figure out how words were spelled before replying. Damnit. At least she knew how this one was spelled.

"Exit."

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"Tropical!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

"Leader."

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"Rancid!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

"Dictator."

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"Rocket!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

What the hell was a rocket?

"Terror."

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"You're rather found of words ending in 'R,' 'R'-n't you?" Porky laughed.

"Anyway, let's go with runaway!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

The hunter smirked. "I never noticed. You're so clever." Sarcasm was a wonderful thing.

"Year."

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Ha ha ha! Porky was actually having fun now! Perhaps this girl wasn't too bad after all! All those Rs were kind of annoying, though.

"Ration!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

"Never."

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"Revenge!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

"Ever?"

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"You're making this too easy for me!" Porky laughed, "All I have to do now is think of words that start with R!"

"Random!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Falis decided that last exchange went right over the old man's head.

"Moron," she said, rolling her eyes.

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Porky didn't care if she was insulting him. It had been so long since he had played a game with someone who wasn't forced to play with him.

"Nightmare!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

"Eventually."

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"Yammonster!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Was that even a word? Whatever.

"Rock."

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"Kill!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Falis rolled her eyes. Soon enough, old man...

"Laugh."