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epidemiology2017-05-17 03:54 pm
unholey) wrote in epidemiology2017-05-17 03:54 pm
I swear I felt a pulse beneath your keys to urge your hammers along.
CHARACTERS: Fugo & Open!
DATE: Post-Battle - Pre-Mission
WARNINGS: None ATM, will update if that changes!
SUMMARY: After the battle, Fugo helps with some of the clean-up. And comes across a familiar piano!
[When he first came to Oska, during the short, cold days of January, Fugo found himself standing at the end of a hallway stubbornly sweeping up magicked snow. And now, a few months later, he's cleaning up a mess of another sort; what's been left behind from Zymandis' attack. He can't say he knows much about rebuilding or how to repair a building like this. But what Fugo can do, though, is clean.
For the record: sweeping is involved. Unsurprisingly, robots destroying walls leaves behind rubble of all sizes. There's dust, debris, and the occasional broken glass everywhere and, by God, Fugo is determined get the worst of it cleaned up before they leave on their mission. He knows most of the larger pieces of rubble are beyond him-- so he sticks to the countless little messes, armed with a mop and broom, bucket, dustpan, and a constantly-changing collection of dust rags. Are you someone who is just hanging about, not really doing anything? Are you big and buff and can move heavy things? Chances are (especially if he’s familiar with you) that Fugo will appear at your elbow, broom and mop dangling over one bony shoulder with his bucket of cleaning supplies hanging off of them, and insist--]
Hey, I need help with something. You free?
[Alone or with a partner in not-actually-crime, Fugo takes it room by room. If he opens a door and there's a mess within his means to clean up, he walks in (always leaving the door wide open behind him) and makes sure it's thoroughly taken care of. He moves furniture back into place, does his best to scrub away at scorch marks left behind by lasers, sighs, and rearranges furniture to hide the worst of them.
[It is in this manner that he finds the piano.]
[Not the piano: Giorno's piano. Fugo recognizes it, thinks that it can't be the same one, and comes to the quick conclusion that it is the piano from the palazzo when he inspects it up close. Mostly because when he opens up the bench, there is some of the sheet music someone brought back from Milano for him;
all the jazz he memorized, but couldn't quite pick apart to understand.
Part of why he sat down at the bench is that he's made a promise to try and be better about taking breaks and rest. But, well. It's sort of inevitable that once he sits down at the bench, rather than fiddling with his magitek Fugo catches himself stretching out his fingers and wrists. He works through his warm-up routine of scales, arpeggios, and finally, once his shoulders are properly loose, a piece of music he could play blindfolded and half-asleep.
And, well. Since he's already properly warmed up. Why not see if he still has one of his old sets memorized? (This is not really a question. Of course he still has it memorized.) The music spills out through the open door into the hallway beyond; anyone curious enough to peek into the room will find Fugo playing, his cleaning supplies neatly (because it's Fugo) abandoned in the corner for the time being.]
[After that first day, Fugo makes time in his afternoons every few days to come back to the piano; he plays either jazz or the classics. For what reason, he can't really say. It's a familiar task. He likes to be reminded that home is still out there somewhere, in the infinite enormity of the multiverse. It's nice to do something he doesn't really have to think about. He can figure out the whys of it later.]
(ooc: Feel free to run into Fugo cleaning or playing the piano! He’s going to be busy with both. Let me know if you want a unique starter, I’d be glad to write something up!)
DATE: Post-Battle - Pre-Mission
WARNINGS: None ATM, will update if that changes!
SUMMARY: After the battle, Fugo helps with some of the clean-up. And comes across a familiar piano!
[When he first came to Oska, during the short, cold days of January, Fugo found himself standing at the end of a hallway stubbornly sweeping up magicked snow. And now, a few months later, he's cleaning up a mess of another sort; what's been left behind from Zymandis' attack. He can't say he knows much about rebuilding or how to repair a building like this. But what Fugo can do, though, is clean.
For the record: sweeping is involved. Unsurprisingly, robots destroying walls leaves behind rubble of all sizes. There's dust, debris, and the occasional broken glass everywhere and, by God, Fugo is determined get the worst of it cleaned up before they leave on their mission. He knows most of the larger pieces of rubble are beyond him-- so he sticks to the countless little messes, armed with a mop and broom, bucket, dustpan, and a constantly-changing collection of dust rags. Are you someone who is just hanging about, not really doing anything? Are you big and buff and can move heavy things? Chances are (especially if he’s familiar with you) that Fugo will appear at your elbow, broom and mop dangling over one bony shoulder with his bucket of cleaning supplies hanging off of them, and insist--]
Hey, I need help with something. You free?
[Alone or with a partner in not-actually-crime, Fugo takes it room by room. If he opens a door and there's a mess within his means to clean up, he walks in (always leaving the door wide open behind him) and makes sure it's thoroughly taken care of. He moves furniture back into place, does his best to scrub away at scorch marks left behind by lasers, sighs, and rearranges furniture to hide the worst of them.
[It is in this manner that he finds the piano.]
[Not the piano: Giorno's piano. Fugo recognizes it, thinks that it can't be the same one, and comes to the quick conclusion that it is the piano from the palazzo when he inspects it up close. Mostly because when he opens up the bench, there is some of the sheet music someone brought back from Milano for him;
all the jazz he memorized, but couldn't quite pick apart to understand.
Part of why he sat down at the bench is that he's made a promise to try and be better about taking breaks and rest. But, well. It's sort of inevitable that once he sits down at the bench, rather than fiddling with his magitek Fugo catches himself stretching out his fingers and wrists. He works through his warm-up routine of scales, arpeggios, and finally, once his shoulders are properly loose, a piece of music he could play blindfolded and half-asleep.
And, well. Since he's already properly warmed up. Why not see if he still has one of his old sets memorized? (This is not really a question. Of course he still has it memorized.) The music spills out through the open door into the hallway beyond; anyone curious enough to peek into the room will find Fugo playing, his cleaning supplies neatly (because it's Fugo) abandoned in the corner for the time being.]
[After that first day, Fugo makes time in his afternoons every few days to come back to the piano; he plays either jazz or the classics. For what reason, he can't really say. It's a familiar task. He likes to be reminded that home is still out there somewhere, in the infinite enormity of the multiverse. It's nice to do something he doesn't really have to think about. He can figure out the whys of it later.]
(ooc: Feel free to run into Fugo cleaning or playing the piano! He’s going to be busy with both. Let me know if you want a unique starter, I’d be glad to write something up!)
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