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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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He didn't offer up which one of these he was. Sure, he felt bad for the guy - he wasn't sure if he was gonna get to go home or what (maybe he'd been here even longer than Dean and he'd been mind-wiped like some of the others) - but you couldn't be sure if the staff were listening. Dean wasn't even sure how to describe the nights. He couldn't tell John exactly what was going bump in what hall 'cause it seemed to change every friggen night, so he couldn't tell him if the Main Hall might be werewolf central one night and brainwashed patient the next. Not much he could help John with - wait. Actually, hold on.
Dean opened the journal he'd brought with him for notes, pulling out a quickly, maybe kinda-sorta crappily copied map. Hey, Dean never claimed to be much of an artist. He didn't have time to get it near as accurate as it'd been on the bulletin board, either. Better than nothing. At least John wouldn't be wandering in circles.
"Here," Dean held it out to John after folding it neatly in half. He tipped his head toward the other patients as he spoke, "Trust me, it's just safer in groups, if you've suddenly got cabin fever and got to get out of your room."
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"Thanks," he said, and meant it. "I think I'll have to go out, though, if there's the chance. See for myself."
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He'd found out the hard way that the odds were real weird here. There'd been Sam popping up, then Jo and that Trickster, so it wasn't like the people you knew out there (or, hell, things, 'cause he refused to think of the Trickster as a person) were safe. Dean was almost willing to bet money that considering how weird crap was here that John here probably came attached to the hip with the guy calling himself Sherlock. Seriously, those couldn't be their real names, could it? Whatever the case, so long as John didn't try to hero it up and fly this night solo, Dean figured it wasn't his business.
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"I haven't seen anyone I know," he answered, shaking his head. As much as he might miss his friend, he'd rather he were safe in London than stuck here. But the question, once he'd thought it up, didn't want to go away. Could Sherlock be here? Should he be looking for him?
"But... Do people often show up in groups? With friends?"
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He couldn't be absolutely certain. It wasn't like that for everyone, and he still wasn't sure how people got picked here. It wasn't like everyone had freaky abilities - he didn't and if John had any, he was the most normal guy Dean had ever run into. Like, normal normal. Dean glanced around.
"Anyone in here you might know? You could try hitting them up on the bulletin board, see if anyone pings you back." Dean gestured out toward the door. "It'll be on the Sun Room wall, you can't miss it."