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Day 46: Music Room

Dec 23, 2009 08:41

Kaworu immediately gravitated towards the keyboard. It was not a piano, not truly, but it was attractive in all of the same ways. Music freed the mind from conscious thought, and Kaworu was feeling exceptionally weighed down by exactly that. There was a heaviness, as well as a lightness. He did not know where to begin approaching the situation with ( Read more... )

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unheroed December 25 2009, 02:58:42 UTC

The conversation with Tim hadn't been particularly eye-opening, but Harvey had still gotten an idea of what the kid was like -- and more importantly, what he was capable of. He'd have to report back to Jason with what he'd managed to pull out of the chat, but that wasn't something he could manage over the bulletin board, especially when the nurses had suddenly turned into Nazis about the things posted there.

He wasn't sure if he was going to get the chance to track his so-called partner down before night came, though, and so it was with some frustration that he walked into the Music Room. Everything just took so damn long here.

Then again, he had been an attorney, and yet since his accident his patience for things had worn dangerously thin ( ... )

its_the_mileage December 27 2009, 06:03:56 UTC

[Oh, Harvey.]

If Indy'd been expecting to find anything relaxing about the so-called Music Room, he was sorely disappointed. Technically, music was "organized sound," and there was nothing organized about the noises various patients were making. He left the instruments alone (no saxophones, and he didn't feel like trying to translate that skill set to a recorder) and instead took a minute to study the devices at the south side of the room. Small radios for playing prerecorded music, Indy surmised--though how those discs translated into music was beyond him.

So much for that, then. He looked around again and saw Harvey Dent in a corner, looking even less thrilled to be there than usual. Hell, why not. Indy headed over.

"Don't feel like gracing us with a concert?" he asked as he took a seat next to the other guy. His raised eyebrows were intended to suggest that he was in the same boat.

unheroed December 27 2009, 12:30:29 UTC

As it turned out, Harvey had gotten so intent on pushing the noise out of his mind that he almost didn't hear someone else's voice near him. It eventually registered, though, and after a slight delay he glanced up and saw none other than Indiana Jones standing there. It felt like they hadn't seen each other in some time, even though the truth of the matter was that Jones had grilled him about the whole zombie fiasco the day after it all went down ( ... )

its_the_mileage December 27 2009, 15:39:09 UTC

Now that Indy actually thought about it, it didn't look like it'd be easy to play any kind of wind instrument with half your face...like that. Even if that side of Dent's mouth worked fine, from what Indy had seen that night in town he thought the bandages would probably be the only thing keeping all the air from whistling through the man's hollowed-out jaw. Indy would recommend a drum, except that he wasn't sure he liked the idea of giving this guy any sticks ( ... )

unheroed December 28 2009, 10:50:23 UTC

So the man did play something. Chances were he was being modest, too; he just seemed like the sort. So Jones was an archaeologist musician. That wasn't a combination Harvey had come across or even considered before, and he had to admit that the man wasn't what he would have expected had he heard that description from someone. When Harvey thought of archaeologists, he thought of frumpy old men. It was a stereotype, but nonetheless...

While he could have asked what instrument it was that the man played, Jones had already gone ahead and changed the subject. As a matter of fact, some interesting things had been going on, but it wasn't like he was going to spill to Jones when the man was obviously an upstanding person. Jones wasn't as righteous and goody-goody as some of the other people here, but Harvey got the feeling that the guy wouldn't be too pleased if he heard about the plans he'd been hatching with Jason ( ... )

its_the_mileage December 29 2009, 05:55:34 UTC

Well, how about that for coincidences. Something told Indy he wasn't getting the full story here, but he thought he could at least take Dent's response to mean no shooting sprees. "About the same thing, actually, although the guy I'm looking for is probably dead," he replied--then, for clarification, he added, "Looks like he didn't make it back from Doyleton," which was still his best theory. "I'm moving on tonight ( ... )

unheroed December 29 2009, 06:35:53 UTC

It was sobering to hear that Jones was looking for a dead man. Harvey wasn't heartless, after all, and he got the feeling that whoever Jones was trying to find was probably an upstanding person who didn't deserve to get torn to pieces by zombies, if that was really what had happened to him. "Who is it?" he asked without really thinking. It was hardly his business, but there was always that chance that he'd run into whoever it was. He didn't care, not really, but it wouldn't be any skin off his back to at least let the other man know if he'd seen the person or not.

Though he had to wonder: had something happened to Batman as well? Jason apparently hadn't seen the guy around for a while, which could mean all sorts of things. Harvey hoped the vigilante hadn't gone and gotten himself killed somehow. That would have just been so anticlimactic, and after everything else Batman had lived through, it just seemed inconceivable that he'd fall down and die so easily ( ... )

its_the_mileage December 30 2009, 06:31:54 UTC

"My old roommate, Adam Pierson," Indy clarified, then--might as well--added, "About six feet tall, dark hair, British accent." He wasn't holding out much hope that Dent or anyone else had seen Pierson, but the description was rote by now anyway. Might be good to keep it floating around--make the point to Landel and his goons that disappearances didn't go unnoticed or unquestioned ( ... )

unheroed December 30 2009, 07:43:51 UTC

Oh, it was a roommate. Well, Harvey thought there was a pretty straightforward answer there. If the man wasn't in Jones' room with him at dinner every night, then he obviously wasn't here. He took in the physical description nonetheless, but he hadn't met anyone like that during his time here. (He would have remembered the accent, at the very least ( ... )

its_the_mileage December 30 2009, 16:09:04 UTC

Indy decided additional information might be in order. The answers he was looking for might concern Dent as much as him, so he explained, "I'm not really expecting him to come back, I just want to know what happened to him. There are a lot of alternatives, and most of them don't have very comforting implications for any of the rest of us ( ... )

unheroed December 30 2009, 22:28:40 UTC

Even if Jones' reasons held a certain amount of weight, Harvey was still surprised by the whole thing. When his own roommate had disappeared, he hadn't put much thought into it. He'd figured Godot had just vanished like so many of the other patients here seemed to, and that had been the end of it. But Jones was making an extra effort, and it gave Harvey the feeling that he'd been a bit closer to the man than he was really letting on ( ... )

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