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[sleepchained]

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. ]

Comments

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She is not going to claim to believe any of that but... just kind of hearing about it was pretty cool too.]

What kind of stuff did ya build?

[sleepchained]

It depends! I built rooms to house scrolls and books, tools for academic knowledge and learning. All the paperwork went through my part, after all. Boring, I suppose, but it was interesting reading. My siblings had various domains of their own - music, nature, law and justice...

[ he seems pretty happy to talk about it. ]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Paperwork? You're shooting for the stars, aren't you dude. [Though she didn't mean to be mean at least, given the light chuckle she added on after that.]

So you basically built like, libraries and stuff? [Academics was definitely not her strong point.] How do you "build" music?

[sleepchained]

Someone had to do it, and if I didn't, who would? I was the recorder, the scribe, after all.

Though I admit, it's a bit more entertaining when you can make time bend to your whims now and then.

Oh, my brother was terribly innovative with that. He built entire caverns that served as natural instruments - though admittedly also because he liked the acoustics. It was grand, really.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[And at the description of the caverns, well. She was absolutely in awe. It was hard to tell by the shades covering her eyes, but the slight, accidental opening of her mouth was a dead give away.]

That's... Dude...! That's amazing! [The normal bored tone she tries to affect in her every day speech was basically punch in the face and brushed aside now.] And I thought the acoustics in my room were good, but that's...!