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*It has been an ever so tiring couple of days, hasn't it? Campers have become hunted animals, hiding behind the thickest barrier they can find. And in such conditions the spirit deteriorates- almost regresses as it is drenched beneath fear, apprehension and anxiety... until nothing of that which we call 'human' remains.
Well. One skeleton isn't going to have that, certainly not when it is his damn job to tend to the spirits of camp. And so Brook does what a man with no flesh and brains can easily do: he walks camp, and plays for the campers. Perhaps you hear a soothing lullaby, or a rousing calling, or maybe just a song to celebrate the spirit of the season. Whatever the case is, he plays for you and yours, and shall do so until he no longer needs to play.*
((OOC: Feel free to have him play whatever song your character would think uplifting at the moment, doesn't need to be classical since Brook's repertoire is vast indeed. Also, kindly note where you are in the subject! Enjoy a last breather before the inevitable big climactic finale! ETA: Timezones defeat me, and so I go off to bed. Fear not, I shall return!))
Well. One skeleton isn't going to have that, certainly not when it is his damn job to tend to the spirits of camp. And so Brook does what a man with no flesh and brains can easily do: he walks camp, and plays for the campers. Perhaps you hear a soothing lullaby, or a rousing calling, or maybe just a song to celebrate the spirit of the season. Whatever the case is, he plays for you and yours, and shall do so until he no longer needs to play.*
((OOC: Feel free to have him play whatever song your character would think uplifting at the moment, doesn't need to be classical since Brook's repertoire is vast indeed. Also, kindly note where you are in the subject! Enjoy a last breather before the inevitable big climactic finale! ETA: Timezones defeat me, and so I go off to bed. Fear not, I shall return!))