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tentacruelest) wrote2013-07-24 08:07 am
tentacruelest) wrote2013-07-24 08:07 am
2nd Wave
[It's a week now since Davy Jones joined up with the Barge and was immediately thrust into Zero, and now he's out and about. Not so much about as out, as he seems relegated to his sixth floor cabin in a perpetual moody sulk.
But that hardly means he's being quiet about it. From one end of the hall to the other, the sixth floor shakes and moans with the sounds of a fearsome organ being played, loudly and without heed to anyone who had the foolish notion of getting some peace and quiet in today. Even other floors can likely hear a distant but still ominous melody sounding off through the ship's bones.
At least the leaking water's been staved off, and seems to have been relegated back to only a murky puddle leaking outside Jones' door.
He's not the friendliest of neighbors.]
But that hardly means he's being quiet about it. From one end of the hall to the other, the sixth floor shakes and moans with the sounds of a fearsome organ being played, loudly and without heed to anyone who had the foolish notion of getting some peace and quiet in today. Even other floors can likely hear a distant but still ominous melody sounding off through the ship's bones.
At least the leaking water's been staved off, and seems to have been relegated back to only a murky puddle leaking outside Jones' door.
He's not the friendliest of neighbors.]
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that'd sound fab on a bloody great organ.
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This is noise. Dissonant chaos without rhyme or reason. You enjoy this?
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