one ; solo act

[pianoman]

[For a little while, now, Brook has been traversing the halls of the castle, having just found himself suddenly in a bedroom that, while comfortable enough, isn't a place he's ever seen before. The journal he's now carrying has offered a few insights, but overall, he's still feeling more than a little shocked by the unexpected change.

Not that he's new to finding himself in bizarre locations, but it isn't exactly easy to deal with, regardless.

After a while, he makes it to the lobby, where he calmly places the journal (open) on the floor nearby, and tips over, leaning with his forehead against the wall, his body at a sharp angle to said wall.

This is what Brook does when he's alone.

Having figured at least that the journal is some kind of communication device, he talks in its general direction.]

Excuse me, but I'm supposed to be giving a concert very soon, and I need to find my way back to the venue. Does anyone have any useful information?

[Should anyone wander into the lobby, they'll find him leaning there, apparently deep in thought.]

((ooc: Action or journals! Come bother the giant skeleton.))

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[likebreathing]

[The lobby seems to be the central crossing place in getting from one place to another, so Rictor'll just be stalking on by while he attempts to find a shower. His quest for a bathroom, however, is quickly interrupted at the sight of the skeleton, standing at what seems to be perfect ease.]

--You gotta be kidding.

[Sorry. He doesn't take to strange sights well.]

[pianoman]

[At the sound of someone's voice, Brook straightens up, although he takes his time in doing so, and turns to find the speaker.

When he does, he waves.]

Hello! Sir!

[likebreathing]

[A wave.

He's in the middle of a freakin' castle covered in freakin' green goop and there's a freakin' skeleton waving at him.

Madre de Dios.]

Why the hell are you dressed up like that?

[pianoman]

Ah, an excellent question! You see, I was on my way to give a performance--a concert--and this is my stage costume!

[The boa and the crown and whatnot, anyway. The skeletonness is normal.]

[likebreathing]

[This is not real. This is not real. None of this is real and all of this is just a really bad dream and he's gonna wake up any second now and be back in his bed with the sound of Monet screaming assuaging his ears.

But in the meantime--]

But you're a damn skeleton! You're dead!

[Rictor's powers of observation are clearly the most impressive. And potentially incorrect.]

[pianoman]

Yes! I am! Yohohoho!

[He takes off his crown and bows gracefully.]

And I have been for fifty years!

[likebreathing]

[Please excuse him while he stares for a good half a minute.]

....Are you some kind of mutant or something?

[pianoman]

I'm not mutated, no. I ate a Devil Fruit.

[He says this plainly, as though it should fully explain everything.]

[likebreathing]

.....Is that slang for pot?

[No, seriously, is it?]

[pianoman]

"Pot"? Why would I have eaten a cooking device?

[This is a completely innocent question.]

[likebreathing]

[Cue actual facepalming.]

You know what? Never mind.

[Why is he even weirded out by this? He's fought Death, traveled in space by vibrating log....a skeleton is nothing.

And there's the fact that he still needs a shower.]

Look, I don't give a crap what you eat or do in your free time, I just wanna know if there's a free shower around here. Or tub.

[pianoman]

I don't know! I've only been here for a short time. An hour, at most, I think.

[But he pauses, considering the question.]

Ah! There was a small restroom in the room I first found myself in.

[likebreathing]

Remember where it was?

[Please say yes.]

[pianoman]

Yes! Actually, its number is printed on the back of this book.

[He holds up his journal.]

It shouldn't be too difficult to find it once again.

[likebreathing]

[Rictor can't help but narrow his eyes at the book, which looks suspiciously like one of those Barnes and Nobles journals in the sales section.]

What's the number?

sorry I don't know his room number yet ;;

[pianoman]

[He points to it on the back of the journal.]

It corresponded to the floor on which the room was located, I noticed.

aha, no worries! xD <3

[likebreathing]

[Takes a good long stare at that number.]

Got it. Thanks. [And back on the move he goes! But not before pausing and looking back at the ever-so-helpful skeleton.]

....What's your name again? Do you even have a name?

[pianoman]

Yes I do.

[And he scurries forward, to follow Rictor. Whoops, guess you have a skeleton tagalong.]

My name is Brook. And yours?

[likebreathing]

Brook.

[Stops and stares because.]

So does that make you a girl skeleton?

[pianoman]

Goodness no! Whatever made you think that?

[Sorry, Rictor. In the Grand Line, "Brook" is a perfectly legitimate name for a boy skeleton.]

[likebreathing]

[The Grand Line is weird. :(]

'Cause usually Brook is a girl's name.

[Though, really, he probably should have been able to tell by the voice. And the clothes. But....hey, crossdressing skeletons could totally be a thing?]

....Actually, are there even girl skeletons where you come from?

[pianoman]

Is it really? I've never heard of anyone else named Brook!

[A pause to consider the question.]

Hm... I'm the only living skeleton there, that I know of, too. But I suppose women have "girl skeletons"! Yohohoho!

[likebreathing]

[Yohoho..ho........

Please don't mind the extra staring Brook gets for that laugh. (Chuckle?)]

How come you're living anyway? What makes you so special?

[pianoman]

As I said! I've eaten a Devil Fruit. It had resurrection powers.

[likebreathing]

[Remind him never to eat one of those. Or maybe to eat one of those....]

Are those things common where you come from?