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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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She wouldn't ever claim to be an expert on musicians of the past and the classics, but she did know enough to more or less make out who was who and that she was far more into the modern day stuff to bother. Yukari would guess that asking for any decent radio stations here would be asking for too much.
"Oh-- I'm Yukari," she greeted in return with her own name, and fortunately for him, the lack of a handshake hadn't as much as crossed her mind. But her sour mood from before did seem to fade away, if only by a little; no reason to be mad at someone who was likely in the same position as her, so she attempted to be polite right back. "Nice to meet you."
Not to mention it was awfully nice being able to sit by someone who wasn't immediately going on about how they knew her before.
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When she gave her name, he smiled and nodded, glad that they were able to get through that without any physical contact. It made things so much easier, since the last thing he wanted was to be considered rude for his unwillingness to shake someone's hand.
"You too," he replied, though he was already making some conclusions about Yukari. For one thing, it seemed like this was her first time in the Music Room, if the way she'd reacted to it was any indication. That meant that he didn't need to ask her when she'd arrived, but...
"I was wondering," he addressed her with a tilt of his head, "where are you from?" If she was really new, she might not even know that there were people from different worlds here yet. He hoped he wouldn't have to get into that, but at the same time, it might just turn out to be interesting to chat about.
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"Where I'm from?" Yukari echoed, mostly to herself, as she thought over the question. "Iwatodai," she answered simply, before a realization popped into her head; it came from one of those 'earlier conversations' she was trying to forget about in the meantime, but-- hadn't Yuffie said something about this being in America? Yukari had still been dubious, because there was no way she could have been brought overseas overnight without her noticing at all, yet then again... The dead weren't supposed to come back, either.
As the thought briefly crossed her mind, Yukari made a slight frown, although she was able to brush that off just as quickly. "Um-- that's in Japan."
At the very least, it didn't hurt to clarify.
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If anything, he'd just have to try to be more interesting.
The first name that she offered was totally foreign to Guy. That wasn't so surprising, seeing how he hadn't even realized there were other worlds until arriving here. He probably didn't know most of the places that the patients here were from; the only place he knew anything at all about was Earth. He'd learned some about others here and there, but thanks to Claude, he was the most versed on Earth.
He did know the name Japan, though, just because he'd heard it or read it so often while here. "Ahh, gotcha'," he replied with a nod. "So you're from Earth, then." Depending on what she knew, that statement might be enough to make her stare at him with something other than boredom.
He didn't want to leave her hanging or anything, though. "I"m from a world called Auldrant," he went on to explain. "If you didn't already know, a lot of people are from places other than Earth here." Which drew up a lot of important questions, but Guy had been through them countless times already.