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towerofanimus2012-07-20 08:32 am
sleepchained) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-20 08:32 am
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Characters: Monday and anybody
Setting: Floor 28 (morning), Floor 22 (afternoon)
Format: i will match you! s'all good
Summary: Monday wanders around and reminisces about his home and is generally being melancholy.
Warnings: monday being depressing sometimes i guess
Morning: Floor 28
[ Normally, the floor is relatively quiet. The instruments play by themselves sometimes, but it's no issue.
However, today, floor 28 is filled with music, generated by the grand organ and the person playing it.
He's a little rusty. But quite good, and engrossed in his playing. The piece seems to be strongly reminiscent of religious hymns, and may almost sound familiar at some points - but not quite. It's always, at best, slightly off. ]
Afternoon: Floor 22
[ He's wandering the art gallery, reflecting quietly on the pieces within.
He turns into a side hall, and finds himself facing pictures painted in a stained-glass style.
There are six of them, heavily stylised. But they hold a potent sort of recollection for him, even so.
One is missing, however. A frame leans in the corner, the canvas within rent into tatters. He doesn't bother to turn it over.
He just sighs, stepping back to look at all of them. It's been a very long time since he's seen those faces depicted in this way. ]
Setting: Floor 28 (morning), Floor 22 (afternoon)
Format: i will match you! s'all good
Summary: Monday wanders around and reminisces about his home and is generally being melancholy.
Warnings: monday being depressing sometimes i guess
Morning: Floor 28
[ Normally, the floor is relatively quiet. The instruments play by themselves sometimes, but it's no issue.
However, today, floor 28 is filled with music, generated by the grand organ and the person playing it.
He's a little rusty. But quite good, and engrossed in his playing. The piece seems to be strongly reminiscent of religious hymns, and may almost sound familiar at some points - but not quite. It's always, at best, slightly off. ]
Afternoon: Floor 22
[ He's wandering the art gallery, reflecting quietly on the pieces within.
He turns into a side hall, and finds himself facing pictures painted in a stained-glass style.
There are six of them, heavily stylised. But they hold a potent sort of recollection for him, even so.
One is missing, however. A frame leans in the corner, the canvas within rent into tatters. He doesn't bother to turn it over.
He just sighs, stepping back to look at all of them. It's been a very long time since he's seen those faces depicted in this way. ]