Feliz día de muertos? xD

[enepece.livejournal.com]

Silence in darkness... The dinning hall is covered in the thick shadows of the night.

Slowly, warm fingers touch the ivory keys, giving them a longing (and loving, perhaps...) caress before pressing them.

Before pouring their heart in them, letting the music take away everything they got inside.

This is the ghost of the dinning hall.

Comments

Not here xD

[inurnet.livejournal.com]

[Uh. He was a little further, in the place where his server in the inn was. But damnit.

DAMNIT THAT PIANO.]

HEY BEN, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE.

YOU MADE ME DO THIS

[imthenet.livejournal.com]

...sleep?

I REGRET NOTHING

[inurnet.livejournal.com]

Yeah!

Well not me.



Or you.

But people.

[imthenet.livejournal.com]

That sound is not loud enough to reach the other floors. At least that's the readings I got from this network. ...it feels strangely unstable.





[Hey, Zero. That's Colonel.]

[inurnet.livejournal.com]

Shhh. I just want to pester him because he cursed my Zelda game.

How dare he.



Also, hi.

[imthenet.livejournal.com]

[Ah yes, Zero's games. He still hasn't played any.]

...there is no way a ghost from the outside world could curse the Net.


[...right?]

[inurnet.livejournal.com]

You never know!

They are ghosts, after all, they don't follow normal rules.

[imthenet.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't understand. Organic matter can be shifted, it's hard and a lot of data to process, but it is a possibility.

....Dead people? He can't even understand death. How can something that doesn't exist just... well, exist?]

[Thinkyfaceforever.]