[OPEN]

[spelleton]

Who: Ekkehardt and anyone who wants to yell at him for being stupid open
When: September 3rd onwards
Where: Around campus
What: Ekkehardt returns from his post-mission two week break and settles back into being a fixture of the school.
Warnings: Uh, cigarettes in one prompt? Otherwise, shouldn't be any.


A. the doctor is in

[ Ekkehardt can be found at his usual desk in the infirmary, going through all the work that's piled up in his absence. Early on in the month, if he's not busy at his computer or shuffling files, he's meticulously picking glitter and confetti off his uniform.

No matter who catches his attention, his initial greeting is always the same: ]

Hello. Is there something I can help you with?

B. musical aptitude

[ Ekkehardt doesn't seem to really have visible hobbies in the way other people do. He spends much of his time at the infirmary, involved in paperwork, or otherwise preoccupied with something or other - always on his way to something, or from something.

This month, however, is different. Anyone passing by Daybreak's non-denominational chapel on certain days might be able to catch the sound of an organ being played with some proficiency. (It's impossible to play quietly on an organ. He doesn't try.)

There are stops and starts, but as Ekkehardt warms to the instrument again, those become less frequent. He runs through his memorised repertoire at first, and then picks up the sheet music.

It's a nice accompaniment to the cooling weather, at least if you like the sound of hymns. And if you want to step inside to listen - or even request something - he doesn't seem to mind. ]

C. old, bad habits

[ Very rarely, you can catch Ekkehardt at much higher parts of the school. Usually on a rooftop, but sometimes on an unoccupied balcony. The reason he's chosen such high, out of the way spots becomes clear if he's watched for any length of time - he's smoking cigarettes. He doesn't go through them very quickly, but by his distant expression, he appears to have something on his mind. ]

D. wildcard

[ Anything you want! Hit me up! ]

Comments

[spelleton]

[ He's aware, of a sort. But he prefers not to bring up a patient's more sensitive details in public places; patient confidentiality exists for a reason. ]

Hymns it is, then. [ He runs through several; some are ones generally meant to be played at Christmas, and some more traditional.

By the way he works the keys and the intent expression on his face, he seems engrossed in nothing but playing the instrument. It's clearly something that he at least feels somewhat strongly about. ]

[unlogic]

[Though most are unrecognizable to her—she really didn't get out much before Daybreak became part of her life—that doesn't stop her from continuing to listen, rocking back and forth just slightly in her seat. As long as he'll accept having an audience, she'll stay until she needs to go.

For the few that she does know, she hums along rather quietly, though it's possibly too quiet for him to hear.]

[spelleton]

[ For his part, he's content to play until his mood changes, and he goes elsewhere. While he's not used to having an audience, he doesn't mind playing for one, either.

After one particularly sombre piece, he stops playing. The echoes of it fill the chamber. ]

Do you go to church often? I don't meet many students who can hum along to more than one or two of these.

[unlogic]

Ah, no, I wasn't allowed to be out of the house most of the time. [He can probably see why.] My mother had some old cassettes with a few of these. She played them a lot.

[spelleton]

[ His mouth sets in a thin line for a minute, as she says that. He clearly doesn't find that knowledge pleasing. ] I see.

I hope the Academy can offer you more freedom now that you're here, miss Desidera.

[unlogic]

It already has. [She idly scratches at a spot behind one of her ears, before moving that hand back down to where the other is.] I've only been here for a few weeks so far, but being able to actually go places and do things is...nice.