Meeting Time!

[hotpaprika]

[On Wednesday morning, all the suites will find another note slid under their door. It seems much less formal this time, but the handwriting is still very distinct.]

I am holding another meeting today, at 5 o'clock. I am terribly sorry for the the location this time, but it will be in the dressing rooms at the department store, as that is one of the few places I could find that we would not be watched.

I ask, however, that you don't all come in at once, because I fear that otherwise, it could catch Fontaine's attention and may add further security measures.

I will be providing refreshments, although I welcome any additional help.

J. Harker

[The dressing rooms are, obviously, a very not ideal place to hold a meeting, but Jonathan had somewhat set things up so that they could at least talk to each other, with all the curtains pulled back and one stall reserved for some cakes and sandwiches. He politely greets everyone who enters but it's clear that he's somewhat wary from the motive.

When everyone arrives, he once again addresses the group.]

Good evening. I am sure last week was an icy shock to everyone that Fontaine is not content to let us live about in harmony. However, it is vital that we do not give up hope that we can find a way out of here, because when we do, Fontaine will have already won.

[He's trying to convince himself this as much as he's trying to convince everyone else.]

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Comments

[dullshooter]

[Misfire raises an eyebrow.]

…What kind of music?

[kninja]

When I checked earlier this week, it was a pretty normal piano song. Like, da na... da na na... na...

[He's la-la-la-ing a pretty fair imitation of Chopin's Nocturne op. 9 no. 2, for you music nerds.]

But last week, it was really weird. I swear, it didn't use any instruments I've ever heard before. It went something like... dum, da dum. Dum, da dum, da da-dum...

[There is no way for poor Obi to recreate how ominous this sounded.]

There was more skittering last week than this week, too.

[dullshooter]

[Something like relief washes over Misfire’s face.]

Well - that’s definitely not normal, I can tell you that much.

[kninja]

I kinda thought it wasn't, but you never know with other worlds.

[sastruga]

Chopin. Nocturne in E-flat major, Op. 9, No. 2. [She pipes up immediately. Music nerd here.] I heard it before. When the elevators stopped and we found our way to Floor 2.

...I don't recognize the second piece.

[kninja]

Huh. That was a while ago, right? At the end of the first week we were here. So it went back to a song that was played before... I wonder what changed in the middle?

[sastruga]

I don't know.

It changed last time, too. First it was the Nocturne, then it changed to... I don't know the name of it. It was a very erratic piano piece.

The Mayor called it... what was it... "the last remains of an insufferable man".

[kninja]

What a creepy way to put it. I guess he prolly knew the composer, then.

[sastruga]

It did seem that way... It was a rather interesting piece of music, though, composer aside. Maybe at some point I can recreate it.