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thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-12-15 09:59 pm
thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-12-15 09:59 pm
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Room 505, Tuesday Night
The pile of stuff in the middle of the room was not some mess that had accumulated during the week while the inhabitant more likely to clean had been busy either being insane or dealing with somebody else in that condition.
No, it was a radio, a CD player, a knock-off iPod and a Soothing Ocean Sounds Sleep Machine, all of which had been unplugged or de-batteried when simply turning them off wouldn't stop them from playing Feliz Navidad. In chorus. With harmonies and a descant. And the whales from the Ocean Sounds machine on bass.
And yet despite the pile of silent machines on the floor, the song could still be heard tinkling out the open door, as Francine chased something small and whirring around the room.
Beep BEEP beep beep beeeeeeeeep...
"Et tu, Clocky?!"
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[OOC: Door and post are open!]
No, it was a radio, a CD player, a knock-off iPod and a Soothing Ocean Sounds Sleep Machine, all of which had been unplugged or de-batteried when simply turning them off wouldn't stop them from playing Feliz Navidad. In chorus. With harmonies and a descant. And the whales from the Ocean Sounds machine on bass.
And yet despite the pile of silent machines on the floor, the song could still be heard tinkling out the open door, as Francine chased something small and whirring around the room.
Beep BEEP beep beep beeeeeeeeep...
"Et tu, Clocky?!"
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[OOC: Door and post are open!]