fandomhigh | When Words Fail, Music Speaks; Tuesday, Sixth Period [ 03/24 ].

There was a pool table in the music room.

Chad was looking at it and wondering how he hadn't noticed it before. It looked a little weak on one side, and that was how he realized that he'd been using it as something to lean against in previous meetings.

After a little bit of searching, he'd also managed to unearth some cues and the billiard balls, as well as a French horn, a little plastic harp with broken stringers, seven plastic recorders, a drum mallet, and a tuba.

He didn't know if there was anything that could be done with them, but, hey, they were pretty cool.

"I found a pool table," he told the group once they met. "That's pretty cool. I'm also going to talk to the guy at the bar about April 7th for the karaoke contest, and I'll buy everyone drinks that day, too, since it'll be my birthday."

And that was about all he had to say, so it was time to...play music and stuff. And maybe some pool.

[[ YAY TO

raspberryturk for reminding me of the pool table in this roooom, la! ]]

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Collapsing names in the corner pocket.

Chad had moved the snacks to a different table today, realizing that he'd been using the pool table as a snack table, too.

Just give him a second to pull the chip crumbs out of the pockets.

Chad kind of wants to see someone do something with that tuba.

When Miss Bennet does ping in!

I miss playing my tuba. ;_;

Oh, Host Club Pool Table, how I have missed thee!

<3 Take good care of her for us. There are many fond memories built around that pool table.

Please to not be minding that Chad has been sitting on it.

If anything, that just proves how strong and durable it is.

Priestly

Peyton Sawyer

Peyton was all thinky today. And not so much with the pool playing.

Miss Bennet was here. Her thoughts kept circling around to billiards tables, and how fine certain gentlemen might look when playing.

It was quite a disconcerting thought, as she loathed the gentleman in question.

Penelope Wilhern

Penelope was hungry so she helped herself to chips and cookies and soda.

She would be quietly enjoying these for a little while.

Naomi Wildman

She wasn't going to touch the tuba, but she did sit at the piano and start playing a lively, upbeat piece. It was fun, she thought, and grinned to herself while she played.

Agnes Nitt

Agnes avoided the snooker table, as such things were unseemly.

...Also, she was awfully terrible at the game.

Agnes took up the tuba, on the grounds that everyone else probably wouldn't.

It took her a few experimental blows to figure out how to get it to make noise properly, and after that she settled into a bass rhythm that meandered under the piano and provided depth.

Incredibly impressed and happy that someone (and of course it was Agnes) would take up the tuba, Chad was incredibly pleased, and was soon joining in with his bass guitar on Anges' bassline. Together they made beautiful bass rhythms together.

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