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damned_institute2010-12-04 05:14 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2010-12-04 05:14 pm
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Day 53: Music Room
Well, if it wasn't his favorite time of the week. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Of course in this case, distance makes Klavier feel like an abused, neglected animal who was only now being allowed a taste of actual food. These people were such savages. It was still absolutely absurd that they were allowed access to this room so rarely. But the tactic was also brilliant on their part, sad to say. Klavier was always at his quietest and most obedient on Music Room days. The perfect model patient. He would give them no excuse to deprive him of this precious time.
Today was going to be a little different, however. Not only was he given access to music today, but a bout of entertainment as well. Apparently that band that had been setting up tryouts for the last week was ready to get the show on the road and start their auditions. Normally, this was the sort of project he wouldn't hesitate to take part in. But aside from the injury to his left hand and shoulder, there were three critical factors keeping him from doing so:
1. The band was named "Sex Bob-Omb." Klavier may have missed the band scene, but he had no intention of attaching his name to some Tom Jones cover band.
2. There weren't many actual instruments in the Music Room; certainly not enough variety to form the type of band they want. The one who made the poster said something about improvising instruments through whatever means necessary. A noble goal, but again, Klavier was not so desperate yet as to reduce himself to playing with a box of tissues strung up with rubber bands. That was too pathetic an image to ever place himself into.
3. The person who had posted placed up a sample music sheet of one of their songs. Klavier had no idea how many people here could actually read music enough to know what it was they were looking at there, but he had been able to decipher it perfectly. Their music... it was kind of god-awful.
In short, this was basically a disaster waiting to happen. The hints were enough to tell him this was likely going to be something akin to nails on a chalkboard... amplified by five. So honestly, he should be as far away from this room as humanly possible.
But he was not going to let these people ruin his rare access time to the Music Room. No, instead he took one of their old CD players and a carefully selected CD of choice (for the sake of his sanity) and took a seat at one of the tables, turning the chair so as to get an optimal view of the show. Why not? No harm in indulging in a little "entertainment," yes?
[free to anyone who wants to watch this train wreck with him :D ]
Today was going to be a little different, however. Not only was he given access to music today, but a bout of entertainment as well. Apparently that band that had been setting up tryouts for the last week was ready to get the show on the road and start their auditions. Normally, this was the sort of project he wouldn't hesitate to take part in. But aside from the injury to his left hand and shoulder, there were three critical factors keeping him from doing so:
1. The band was named "Sex Bob-Omb." Klavier may have missed the band scene, but he had no intention of attaching his name to some Tom Jones cover band.
2. There weren't many actual instruments in the Music Room; certainly not enough variety to form the type of band they want. The one who made the poster said something about improvising instruments through whatever means necessary. A noble goal, but again, Klavier was not so desperate yet as to reduce himself to playing with a box of tissues strung up with rubber bands. That was too pathetic an image to ever place himself into.
3. The person who had posted placed up a sample music sheet of one of their songs. Klavier had no idea how many people here could actually read music enough to know what it was they were looking at there, but he had been able to decipher it perfectly. Their music... it was kind of god-awful.
In short, this was basically a disaster waiting to happen. The hints were enough to tell him this was likely going to be something akin to nails on a chalkboard... amplified by five. So honestly, he should be as far away from this room as humanly possible.
But he was not going to let these people ruin his rare access time to the Music Room. No, instead he took one of their old CD players and a carefully selected CD of choice (for the sake of his sanity) and took a seat at one of the tables, turning the chair so as to get an optimal view of the show. Why not? No harm in indulging in a little "entertainment," yes?
[free to anyone who wants to watch this train wreck with him :D ]
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Rita winced when a jarring sound burst from the device, straight into her ears, though it wasn't unbearably loud - just unfamiliar. Not only the sensation of music being played directly into her ears, but also the music itself was strange to her. What the heck kinds of instruments were those? Rita couldn't identify half of the sounds she was hearing.
After hearing a chorus of Backstreet's back, all right! Rita decided that was enough of that. She pressed the 'stop' button and removed the thing from her head. "...Hm," was the only comment she had to give. "Are devices like these common?" Rita supposed they had to be, given Woody's reaction to her questions, though she hoped he might give her a clearer idea of how widely used they were.
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"Common enough for a lot of Earth kids to know what they are," he replied as he gave Rita a pointed look. Then he glanced back down at the CD player and gave a shrug. "'Course, these days, those MP3 players are starting to get more popular, so I can't say how much they'll be around 10 years down the road from now."
That wasn't so surprising, though. Before CDs there were cassette tapes, and before cassette tapes there were records. Woody had seen each come and go. People didn't seem to have much reason to hold onto those sorts of things once they became dated or lost their use. He understood that very well by now.
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The CD player was set back on the shelf, its examination now complete. But then Woody mentioned something else that seemed relevant, and Rita promptly interjected with, "MP3...?" Was it some other kind of audio technology?
She didn't get an opportunity to hear an answer, however, as the familiar jingle of the intercom sounded just then. It didn't take long for one of the staff to make her way over to escort them away. Rita noted the nurse with a sideways glance, then looked back to Woody. "Guess that's all the time we have. I'll see you around, maybe." It was only 'maybe' because she didn't really plan to seek him out, and also because one or both of them could be gone before that happened. Rita personally hoped she would find an escape by then.
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"Uhh, yeah," he replied, glancing over at Rita. Given the way the nurses had apparently decided they ought to be friends, though, he wouldn't put it past them to shove the two of them together again.
Hesitating a second, Woody added, "Be careful tonight, all right?"
By now his own nurse had shown up to walk him back to his room. Giving the girl one last look, he let the woman gently take his arm and lead him away.