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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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"An abomination." The answer was simple at the start, but it hadn't taken long for the aristocrat to delve further before the other was given any chance to respond. "No one in their right mind would accept that as anything more than a crude imitation."
No one except for someone as idiotic as Prussia. "If you are that interested in it then I can assure you that you are fine to see for yourself."
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At least the aristocrat never failed to be amusing.
His laughter slowly settled down, but he was still grinning widely. "Why the hell would I be interested in taking a look at it?" he countered. "I've got much better things to do." Priority number one at the moment was making fun of Austria.
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Brushing aside any connection to the 'piano', Austria's tone was chiding as he responded with no amount of sympathy.
"Then I can only hope that you've finally set your priorities straight. However, I'm almost certain that you could prove to be a disappointment even then."
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...Or some of it was, at least. Old Fritz had liked to play the flute and Prussia himself had gained a certain fondness for it as a result, but there was no way he'd tell Austria that, now or ever. Marches and songs that praised him were fine too... It wasn't that he disliked music so much as he disliked Austria's preoccupation with it.
It was tempting to continue goading Austria about music and the musical instruments here (or Specs' perception of a lack thereof), but there really was one other matter he should probably ask about before Austria could decide to follow through with the retreat he'd announced earlier. Prussia wouldn't acknowledge anything that had gone on last night, but he didn't exactly need to...
Probably, at least. Last night had been meant to show Austria that he and West had been telling the truth about everything, but they hadn't done what they'd planned to. Maybe it was too soon to ask if Specs would be ready to admit that he'd had nothing to do with bringing him here, at least without providing a sharp reminder of last night and the doppelgängers.
He closed his mouth almost as soon as he'd opened it. He'd ask some other time; if Austria wanted to retreat after all, Prussia would let him. He could bother the stuffy nation another time.