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damned_institute2009-02-26 12:44 pm
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Entry tags:
- adelheid,
- anise,
- armand,
- asch,
- blue beetle,
- brook,
- celes,
- clark kent,
- claude,
- daphne,
- demyx,
- dias,
- emmett,
- guy,
- hanatarou,
- hanekoma,
- jason,
- joshua,
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- kenren,
- klavier,
- kvothe,
- lelouch,
- luke fon fabre,
- mele,
- methos,
- nataku,
- ophelia,
- porky,
- ren,
- ronixis,
- ryuk,
- s.t.,
- scourge,
- senna,
- skuld,
- soma,
- sora,
- the flash,
- the scarecrow,
- tobias,
- tony castaway,
- tony stark,
- tsubaki,
- two-face,
- tyki,
- utena,
- van,
- zex
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~]
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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"And nope. Might be some cigars with my stuff, might not," he said, shrugging. "If I'm going to screw up my lungs, I'll do it with something that tastes good. And I never inhale." No need to tempt fate, either in the forms of cancer or addiction.
"Genetic? I hope they knew more than we do." Humans like Dolmacher rewriting the genes of E coli were bad enough. The idea of humanity, even the best scientists around, rewiring their own genetic code, was scary shit. His grin was washing onto the rocks and starting to break up. Fuck. Nice buzzkill, Spider.
He slid the headphones back on, the discman still on pause. "I'm in M90. Meet me there when they let us out to play?" He slid the volume down low enough to hear over it, and hit play. He'd need the energy later.
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