three ; trio

Nov. 18th, 2012 10:15 pm
pianoman: Brook with his hands folded together, looking thoughtful. (thinking)
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[Today, Brook is sitting in the library, poring over books and back information in his journal, trying to learn all he can about this place.]

Pardon me, residents--but are there any large bodies of water near here?

[Large enough to go pirating on, he means, though he's being vague on purpose--being that he knows there's at least one other powerful pirate about.]
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two ; duet

Oct. 24th, 2012 07:51 pm
pianoman: Brook playing the violin. (musician)
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[Sprawled across an armchair in the Music Room, Brook plays a slow, melancholy song on the violin. His journal lies open nearby--intentionally; he wants to be heard, and not only by anyone who might be in or around the Music Room--and it's only when he's quite through with the song that he speaks up.]

Pardon me, but I have a question. What sort of opportunities are there around here for musicians? Are there performing venues, or perhaps people hiring live music? I have quite a good ear for it!

Although I don't have any ears--yohohoho!

[And he returns to playing.]
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one ; solo act

Oct. 13th, 2012 10:43 pm
pianoman: Brook leaning with his head propped against the wall at a 45-degree angle. (45 degrees)
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[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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