all i need is the air i breathe and a place to rest my head

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[there's a pale body fast asleep atop the grand piano in the ballroom, completely oblivious to the scene change. his ears are plugged with headphones playing a soft tune.]

{ooc; recycled eljay, better idea, etc.}

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[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

[he's watching the other curiously, head phones in his own ears]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[well he's not about to do anything amazing, just breathing softly.]

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

[walks on over, right next to him]

What are you listening to?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[djkasd jumps, eyes shooting open. well that was unexpected-- wasn't the cafe supposed to be closed for the next two hours? it was so early..]

Uh.. Onerepublic.

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

[nods.]

Some people might be trying to play that. You shouldn't lie on it.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

But I always do.

[but then he looks around to get confirmation from the manager and-- well, yeah, there's no cafe in sight.]

Wait.. what the hell? Where did I go?

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

You're in the ballroom area of the dressing room. And that's not your piano.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

... I don't just fall asleep on anyone's piano. This is some kind of joke, right?

[nooot pleased.]

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Someone must have been pretty pissed at you to play this sort of joke on you. But go ahead and look around. You'll see I'm not lying.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

How did I get here?

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

It picked you up and caught you.

[shrugs]

People get stuck here in numerous ways. I walked into my music room and ended up here.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Coincidence.

[about music, at least.]

Is there a point here? Can I go home?

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

I don't understand why it does this either. And as for now, there's no way out.

[piano-genius.livejournal.com]

(well. here's a you with sunglasses and a cane. he was going to play on that piano...)

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[murmurs to himself, head turned down.]

Okay, no more questions, no worries, it's destination unknown.

[then he looks up, hopping off.]

Alright.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[toootally out of it, over here.]

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Well at least you aren't freaking like the rest of the new idiots.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

I have no reason to. It's not like it'll do any good.

[piano-genius.livejournal.com]

Hey. Are you going to be playing the piano anytime soon? Because I was planning to.

(he can see that someone's on the piano, but can only guess at who and not wha they specifically look like)

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[so have a voice that mirrors yours, sir.]

But we don't let cus..

[give him a moment. he's never seen a mirror image that wears coke bottle glasses and walks and talks on his own.]

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

I felt much the same. It's not so bad here as long as you avoid the crazies. A bit boring though.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Crazies?

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Cannibals, murderers, sex crazed idiots. Those kind.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

And I thought the city was screwed up.

How can I tell before it's too late?

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Sometimes you can't. [shrugs]

But as time passes, you get to see people here interact. And then you can just tell.

[piano-genius.livejournal.com]

Wait, you have a job where you play on the piano?

(has a similar job XD finds that pretty cool)

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Guess I'll stick back to people watching, then. I make a good hood ornament, anyways.

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Smart.

[adjusts the volume of his music, turning to continue his walk]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Well.. sort of. It's only half of what I do, I'm a waiter otherwise, but since I'm taking lessons I play and customers tip freely.

[clears his throat, scooting off.]

Are you.. blind?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[for now he'll just practice then, a few simple tunes across the keys after opening the top.]

[piano-genius.livejournal.com]

Kind of. It's fairly complex.

(he removes his sunglasses, staring at Riku's forehead. it's his version of eye contact XD)

I can see people. but it's blurry splotches of color.
I can tell you must look like me, though, since you have the same hair color.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Ah.. yeah. Almost identical.

[it's a scary concept to see what could've become of him under different circumstances.]

[piano-genius.livejournal.com]

Well...are you new here?

(with all the people, he would not be surprised if one just found a blind version of themself weird)