damned_institute | 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 ]

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"At least we know we're not alone? Someone out there's fighting against Landel, too, and they've got him worried enough that he'd do something like that to try to stop them." Leela hoped that was true, anyway. It was also entirely possible, even probable, that the head doctor was just that kind of jerkwad.

"The only part of that town I've seen is the hippie shop, but isn't there a bar too? One of these nights, we should go on a search and rescue mission for the poor booze they're keeping captive there." Even more on the plus side than unguarded alcohol, it seemed unlikely anyone would be manning a karaoke machine there. Leela had added that to her version of a bar in hell mostly because the memory of 'Lola' being butchered still made her wince.

"Yeah, it's always good to have some help on the outside." Of course, Gren wasn't entirely sure that was the case--it was also possible that it was all a part of the elaborate mindgame going on in this place. He hoped the help was genuine, though. That meant someone else knew what was going on here, which made it more likely they'd eventually manage to get out of this place.

"I don't know. I've only seen the inside of an antique shop of some sort. A town without a bar would seem a little incomplete, though." Sure, it was a totally frivolous plan, and there was the minor issue that a bar raid would constitute theft from people who might not have anything to do what was going on here, but it was a fun thought to entertain. "I'm definitely going to need a drink if I'm going to be stuck here much longer."

"Sounds like a plan. Sort of. A plan to make a plan." Leela smiled. Maybe soon, they wouldn't even have to sneak to the bar, if she and Taura made some progress. Wouldn't that mean they'd all go home, though? She wasn't quite clear on how that would work. They'd probably have time for a farewell party first.

Betty was starting to get that look that meant she was about to round Leela up and move her along. Too bad the band hadn't gotten very far. "I definitely need a drink already.

"Looks like it's almost dinner time. Take care tonight, okay?"

Day 53: Music Room

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