First Floor Rec Room | Tuesday Early Evening | 5/11/2010

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter had found the dorm piano. Having not felt a need to actually study anything for his classes, he decided the best way to spend his evening was playing various songs. And when it came Peter and the piano, it was not stuffy classical music like Bach.

Right now, he was playing Total Eclipse of the Heart. He'd probably take requests. Though if you name a song from the past fifteen years or so he'd have no idea what you were talking about.

[ooc: Open rec room is open!]

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[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind had spent much of the last two days attempting to rest and adjust to being awake and mobile slowly.

Well, slower. Which had meant avoiding the park and spending a great deal of time in her room. This evening, going down on set of stairs wasn't too much of a difficulty and she did want to find out what was--

Oh.

Well that was... lovely. Rosalind leaned in the door of the room and wondered if she ought to say something. Or if that would be unaccountably rude and if she should just... remain silent.

As she didn't want to interrupt his playing, she kept her mouth shut for the moment.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter playing from memory, so he was able to look over and notice his new found audience. He gave her a little smile and adjusted his playing to be just a little quieter, so he could talk over it comfortably.

"I'm sure this song is ancient history by now," he said. "And it's utterly ridiculous. But I for one happen to like it."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Ancient history here doesn't mean much," Rosalind replied, arching an eyebrow. "It sounds alright, either way."

Which was actually a compliment from Rosalind, please note.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter was no stranger to restrained praise. He took it in the spirit of its intention and nodded. "After a comment like that, I think I'm supposed to ask where you're from," he said. "Or possibly when."

He continued to play, though the song was coming to an end.

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

Tonight, when Lindsay wandered the halls, she ended down in the rec room instead. She heard someone playing the piano and just had to investigate, not expecting the player to be Peter.

Though she did not recognize the song, she stood there listening for a moment, impressed. "Nice."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Lindsay," Rosalind greeted, with a nod.

... What was she supposed to say now? Uh. Give her a moment, she'd come back to that one.

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

"Hey Rosalind," Lindsay replied. "How have your first few days been so far?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Peter said, turning around as the song was over. "Nice to see you again. It's been such a long time since class yesterday."

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

"I know, are we sure time travel wasn't involved somehow?" Lindsay smirked.

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

Christian wandered into the common room, humming along to the music. He wondered if he could fit words to this tune.

"You aren't half-bad," he said. "Is there an occasion?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Tuesday," Peter declared. "It's piano night in the dorm." He said it entirely deadpan.

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"As good an excuse as any for music," Christian said, taking Peter at face value. "I like that melody. Are you making it up?"

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Christian."

That was... a hello, yes? And there was a nod to go with it.

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

Christian would take it as one, anyhow!

"Rosalind," he returned. "How are you settling in?"

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

Lindsay waved. "Hey. You're new, too, right?"

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"On Saturday," Christian said, smiling in her direction. "My name is Christian. Pleased to meet you."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"You're pretty good with that," Tim smiled.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I'm taking any requests," Peter said. "With the warning that I might have to make something up if I have no idea what the song you requested is."

He smiled. "And thanks."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I like this song," Tim said. "How're you settling in?"

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ Keep playing!"

Del sat next to him in a ridiculously careful manner, eyes shining (no, really shining) as she looked at the piano.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Only if you tell me what to play next," Peter said. "Other wise I might crack under the pressure of the decision." He was joking, but it made for good conversation.

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

Del clapped as she tried to think of a song.

"Amor ti vieta from Fedora!"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin loved this song. So when he heard it being played, he had to come investigate.

And start singing along.

So much for slowly wading into the deep end?

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter blinked a few time.

Singing tiny frog that seemed to be made of felt.

"Okay, who slipped me the acid?" he declared.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

He'd gotten worse reactions.

"I'm real."