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[orizzonteofficial]

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[touhou-memories]

The changelog of Immaterial and Missing Power full versions can be found in the readme.txt file. In ver. 1.02b, the text "の変更点一覧" (list of changes) was added after the release date of versions. Also, additional information was added to the ver1.02 section.

The changelog of ver. 1.10 contains some modifications to the ver1.03 section. The release date of ver. 1.03 was changed from 2005/3/25 to 2005/3/23. The "MusicRoom関連の不具合を修正" (Fixed bugs related to Music Room) line was replaced by "BGMの再生に関する不具合を修正しました" (Fixed a bug related to BGM playback).

On Tasofro's website, the release date appeared as 2005/03/25.

Also, if you applied the patch, the th075.exe would be from 25 March as well. So I am not sure why this particular release date was changed.

[hunting-songs]

[voice message]: "When everyone has gone to sleep, I'll meet you in the piano room, bring your laptop, some snacks, and your ears" There was a small giggle just before he stopped pressing the button and sent the message.

The message reached her with quiet vibrating humm in her coatpocket, almost drowning in the permanent buzzing of voices and noices in the mall. Senritsu did not even needed to look away from where she was watching the whirlwind of shads of blue that was Neon going through the shops clothesshelfs- instead she just pressed her thumb on her phones buttons and let the voicemessage play on the lowest volume from out of her pocket, clearly hearable to her, silent for anyone else. What had been a worried frown drawing a line as deep as a scar between her big eyes from the second she got the voicemessage melted into a relieved smile and than into a quiet laughter when hearing the wisp of Kurapikas giggle in the last second of the message. Scoldingly shaking her head over her own laughter the young woman took out her mobile phone and hummed a answer message: "Oh no, my one and only mhmm ...angoscioso weakness! Promises of an evening in the Piano-room with you and snacks? However could my pateticamente heart bear that-" The rest of the sentences drowned in a melodic chuckle until the voice message ended, yet the chuckle and the smile it drew on her face stayed with Senritsu for the rest of the day: She smiled when Neon went through the second-hand-shop with a limited budget seeking out the best pieces like a raptore going after the limping rabbit; she smiled when she bought a small pack of ciba cakes as a snack on the way out of the mall; she smiled on the way back in the car while sitting beside Basho with Neon sleeping on the backseat; she smiled during the evening-supper that were the fast-food boxes Basho and her had brought long for Linssen,Kurapika and the maids; she smiled over the dinner past the edge of the chinese-noodle-box with her eyes just occaisonally glancing over to the blonde; and she smiled as she listened to Linssens and Bashos breathing turning into a calm; soft duet that was nothing but a whisper in her much too keen ears. Snritsus laptop was an old, heavy thing that had been given to her at the Music-school as part of her stipendium and that was now riddled with festival-stickers and ductape that held it together like a colourful patch would hold together the clearly already gone piece of cloth. Still the laptop worked and it had already survievd so many falls on the ground and into ditches when she had been in the middle of nowhere that it was by now s undestructable as a diamond- scratched and old and patched, but still there and working. The mansion slept under a thick layer of quietness on her way to the musicroom accompanied by the noise of her bare feet on the carpet and the whisper of the people sleeping in their rooms. The soft creaking of the door was almost deafening and bowing much too dramatically to be serious the Musician, her words almost drowned in her quiet laughter dancing around her dark lips: "Mhmmmm, well than Maestro here I am with my ears, snacks and my laptop. What else do I need to do to hear that dolce chuckle from you again, mhmmm?" [ @skarletchains ]

[skarletchains]

CHRISTMAS STARTER!

It was already late in the evening when Senritsu sat down beside Kurapika in the Musicroom, the flames in the chimney cracking like the brnches of the street outside the mansion thrown from side to side in the late-night-rainstorm ready to break those branches like bones. It was not snowing not even close, and the rain was warm and heavy and sticking to ones skin like oil. On other evenings like this Senritsu might would have been more playful with Kurapika, especially since that music of the rainstorm remainded her of the storm that had wrapped around the car that night they had had their Kiss, yet right now all she did was gently tapping her fingers against the mans sleeve and turning a small piece of paper with Kurapikas name nimbly between her short fingers. "The Maids, Basho and Linssen have been drawing eachothers names for Jullklapp and guess whos name I drew and for whom I now am suppose to get a gift for." She laughed in all good humor, yet the laughter was swallowed by a gust of wind smacking against the musicrooms window and she looked tot he side with a worried frown drawing a long line between her big eyes. Instead of laughing the woman reached out and tapped soft melody against Kurapikas sleeve gently; a melody that became somewhat hasty and restless at every moment and danced along Senritsus unsure chuckle.

"...I am not Mhmmmm..I have not before celebrated winter- solstice, to be honest. When I was a child the people I traveled with paventoso shyed away from religion and when I traveled with Ask or before at the Music-Consortium it was always just a excuse to-" she gave the other a sly smile, her head tilted to the side like a playful kitten as she purred knowingly: "-mhmmmmm con giovialità enjoy certaine liquids with company." yet the melody on his arm was still restless and became even more nervouse like the fluttering of a scared birds wings. The storm outside hit the window hardly; a thausand small needles that were raindrops smashed against the glass. A few seconds passed. The melody against his arm never stopped. The smile on the young womans face was rueful.

"And this would be the first winter ever in which I would be in a actual relationship. With you, that is. I am in a amoroso relationship with you. So how would you like to celebrate that with me, if" and Senritsu said that word very gently, making sure that Kurapika knew he had a choice: "-you want to celebrate it with me. And if you want to celebrate it..." her fingers stopped the restless tapping against his sleeve and instead the young woman only softly squeezed the mans hand with hers, her short thumbs caressing his fingers so carefully as i he was made of fragile crystalglass she was worried to shatter at the slightest touch: "...is there something you wish for as a present from me?"

December was becoming a difficult month, a month in which Kurapika was more melancholic than usual, a month where Kurapika was less inclined to spend time with others, a month where Kurapika had become accustomed to dedicating himself to sinking into his own misery and only remembering his family, remembering how they celebrated that month, remembering their traditions, remembering the voice of his loved ones, remembering the hugs, remembering the happy laughter that was him and his friends playing. A month where the feeling of missing his brethen hit even harder than usual.

Lost in his thoughts, Kurapika didn't hear when Senritsu entered the music room, he only noticed her presence when she sat next to him and placed a hand on his sleeve. He turned to look at her with a soft, yet sad smile. "Oh…" he only mentioned when she waved the paper telling him about the little game they were playing. Would they sooner or later make Kurapika also take out a paper? Would he now have to think about someone's gift? Part of him didn't want to be bothered, though that little game was something he did in his clan as well and it only added a little more to his nostalgia.

"This one too…" Kurapika had barely spoken all day, so the first words came out a little hoarse from his mouth and he had to clear his throat a little, but little by little his voice softened, returning to its soft and calm tone "… this is also my first winter that I'm in a relationship" Gently, his fingers intertwined with hers, in a gentle, but firm grip "since…" the murder of my clan "… that day, the festive seasons didn't mean the same to me… I usually go away from everything and just sink into my misery" The blonde made a small grimace, but smiled softly again moments later "… it would be nice to celebrate differently this year, and I would love to celebrate with you" His other hand gently rested on hers joined with his, wrapping it carefully "Maybe… you would like me to cook something that we usually ate with my clan at this time? Stuffed tomatoes with rice, potato salad, tongue with vinaigrette, clerico"

The wind from the rain that surrounded them sounded like a soft whistle slipping through the cracks of the window. "I don't need you to give me anything, Senritsu, you've given me so much more this time together… you loving me is the best gift" Carefully, he brought her hand to his lips to leave a soft kiss. He was being honest, however, a small giggle finally came out of his mouth. "But I know how stubborn you can be sometimes, and we used to play this little game in my clan too… so if you really want to give me something, we used to give something that the other person needed or something that would remind us of that person…" His smile, though still soft, had turned somewhat mischievous. The hand that wasn't intertwined with hers moved up to her cheek and caressed it gently before sliding down to her chin and lifting her face just a little. "… A good long make out session would be an interesting option, I always need them"

{ @hunting-songs }

[decorjoyous]

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[ptee21212]

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[livesunique]

State Music Room, Chatsworth House, Derbyshire Dales, United Kingdom

[theunabashedepicurean]

Marie Antoinette’s Music/Reception Room at the Petit Trianon, Versailles. #petittrianon #chateaudeversailles #versailles #palaceofversailles #marieantoinette #louisxvi #musicroom #receptionroom #neoclassical #chateau #18thcentury #angejacquesgabriel #richardmique #louisxv #madamedepompadour #madamedubarry #neoclassicalinterior #neoclassicism #marieantoinettestyle #interior #interiors #decor #decoration #interiordecor #interiordecorating #interiordecoration #interiordecorator #interiordesign #interiordesigner #frenchdecorativearts (at Petit Trianon) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpk0-nYIn6e/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[elizaneals]

Wonderful write up in @thesandpaperlbi Thank You 🙏🏽 “To fittingly wrap up Women’s History Month, the Lizzie Rose Music Room has announced some stellar female acts upcoming in the next two months 🎤 #Detroitborn, Jersey-based blues rocker #ElizaNeals will return on April 8 to perform tunes off her second record, Badder to the Bone, produced during the era of C19. Via her own #recordlabel, Neals has captivated the world since 2015, garnering attention on #internationalradio and in various music publications, and hitting iconic festivals on tour. She is often featured on #SiriusXM station BB King’s #Bluesville. Taking her own twist on a vocal style sometimes likened to those of blues greats #EttaJames and #JanisJoplin, Neals is not to be missed.” Showtime is 7:30 p.m. on Saturday, April 8. Lizzie Rose Music Room 217 E. Main St. Tuckerton, NJ #NewJerseyLiveMusic #SaturdayNight #LiveMusicConcert #IntimateSetting #listeningroom #musicroom #southnewjersey #tomsriverlocal (at The Lizzie Rose Music Room) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqaXQcPukKN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hunting-songs]

Too dramatically bashfully to be serious Senritsu took a strain of red hair framing her face and held it over her nose and mouth, hiding behind it demonstrative. There was a mischievous shimmer in her dark eyes when she looked back at the other, even if the worried line was still visible pale between her eyebrows like scar: "Why, just glances by me are enough to feed your ego? Than I should ask Basho for poerty books to learn compliments from, because you deserve so much more beautiful things than just looks. Really, your standarts are too low, I should make sure you raise them by getting you used to praise and beautiful compliments. You deserve so much more than just glances."

"You sure you should ask me that? Since I would just encourage you to wear what makes you feel comfortable and good about yourself as you feeling comfortable is the most sweetest lullaby one could listen to." lifting her hands Senritsu let her fingers dance through the warm air after the echo of the melody she loved so much to listen to; him feeling comfortable when sitting reading in the kitchen and the evening sun fell on his back to warm it; him in the musicroom to listen to her playing piano, him sitting in the driverseat with the fresh autumnair playfully running along his face through the open carwindow; him wrapping his arm around her middle to pull her over the futon to his chest with the blanket over them like a protective wall. "Be that you wearing your mhmmmmm...venusto embroidered Clangarb or just tanktops. Though-", her dark eyes andered back to the man, wandered over the curve of his lips, the line of his jaws, down his neck,to his shoulder, down his arm to his long, slender fingers. Senritsu laughed quietly and looked to the side, shaking her head scoldingly over herself: "-I would not complain to see your arms. You are a very handsome man and I am just a very normal person who enjoys when the world gifts them compiacevole things. Or compiacevole forms to look at.But, mhmmmm.."her hand stopped the dance and instead she tapped a little tact against her chin as innocently as sh was not and her dark eyes shimmered like the eyes of a cat ready to pounce at a plaything: "..you are already so beautiful that certaine eyes are looking after you whenever you walk past them. If you now start to wear sleeveless cloth, I am sure some maids will just start to faint all affabile everytime they see you. That sure would reduce the workload the staff can do when they have to pick up their dolce maids off the floor left and right." Senritsus chuckle sounded much too loud in the stillness still hanging thick like a blanket over the mansion- she heard the footsteps of the kitchenstaff starting to work to prepare the breakfast for the Nostrads faint like the feet of little mice, but beside that it was quiet. The mansion slept in the much too early morninghours. Beside him. Beside him who played her favorite song for her. Beside him who played her favorite song for her because he felt comfortable with her. The woman winked over to Kurapika in all good humor, already a rueful smile curled around her dark lips: "I am just joking, please do not take me serious. I am sure the maids will be polite enough to go to the staffroom before they faint when they see you sleeveless." It sounded wrong to break through that beautiful song he sang for her by stepping closer and hearing the echo of her feet on the floor, but Senritsu still did and fished her mobilephone out of her trousers pocket.

"Mhmmmm, who am I to not accept a challenge? Okay," , nimbly she held up the mobilephone so Kurapika could see the screen with the one-minute-timer: "-timer is put on a minute. First you than its my turn for one minute, yes?"

Handsome man, Senritsu thought and her dark eyes lingered a second, just a second, too long on his bare arms , very handsome man. Than, laughing quietly, the woman just shaked her head scoldingly over her own thoughts and tapped her fingers against her forehead with a deep, still by chuckles distorted, sigh. "Good morning," She was better than this. She was so much better than this. At least she thought that she was better than this. And there was still the echo of Senritsus chuckle dancing sweetly through the room, even if it had been distored by a rueful smile curling around her dark lips. Training had been good for him- yes, there was still the restlessness of his sleeplessness in his heartbeatbut it was overtuned by the content exaustion after moving around and hearing that content melody, even if it was just overtuning another restless and tensed melody, was calming that spark of fear that had digged like a knife in her guts when she had reached for him across the futon and did not find him laying there: "No need for that worried melody. Its still early, even Linssens alarm had not ringed yet.Though I am sure, if it would have ringed, you would have heard it even here, keen hearing or not. So no, there is not yet time for breakfast, therefor you have to deal with my mhmm...con gioco company."

"Mhmmm...I heard you standing up. And when I rolled over and reached for you, you were gone. I-" was worried. I was worried for you. I am worried for you. Are you alright, Kurapika? She did not ended the sentences this way but it was clearly hearable in the little line between her big eyes and the way she had tilted her head to the side as she listened very attentive after the song Kurapika was singing for her through his breathing, through his heartbeat, through his way of moving. Instead of saying what was on her mind she only winked up to the other in all good humor: "-wondered, did I snorred so loud that I chased you away? My restless, stanco heart and my snorring lungs needed answers." Her short fingers tapped against her chest, pointing to the lungs beneath flesh and bones that were definitive not snorring and neither did her nose yet she wanted to make him laugh a little and telling him that she followed because she had been worried for him was a weight she did not wanted to put on his shoulders. Not yet, not now, never, not when she could already listen to his heartbeat turning into a requiem everyday a little more while working in the Nostrade-family.

But right now the mansion was still sleeping in the early morning like a lazy cat under the thick blanket that was the much too early morning, so that havy heartbeat that she heard always from him was yet nothing but an echo of yesterday. And as selfish as it was, Senritsu wanted to listen to him beeing contently exhausted with the restlessness of a sleepless night just a background melody, just a moment longer.

A little, rueful smile curled around the womans lips when she walke dover to the other, humming gently: "..mhmmmm, how much pull-ups can you do in one minute?" Her fingers tapped a quiet melody as teasing asa caressing finger tickling down bare skin against the pull-up-bar: "As a former member of a marching band who had to carry a trumpet, playing it and keeping in sync in the march with around fifteen other people, I think it is my duty to pretend I sure could do more pull-ups than you, who never had to carry a trumpet, playing it and keeping in sync with the march." [ @skarletchains ]

[audiovenue]

In memory of the late Stewart Tyler system playing in our demonstration room, using ProAc K3 speakers. #hifiaudio #demonstrationroom #stereophiles #highend #hifiealing #londonhifi #ealing #maidenhead #musicroom #hifiaudio #proac #proack3 #k3 #listeningroom #stewarttyler #luxman #luxmanm900 #chord #esotericaudio #k03xd #chordcables #sarumt #luxmanm900 #hifiroom #audioroom @proacspeakers #ealing #maidenhead #w5 #sl6 @proacspeakers (at Audio Venue) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ0OspAlF9h/?utm_medium=tumblr

[paintingorbust]

George's Piano [For Sale] Digital Painting using Procreate Raise your hand if you had to learn piano as a kid 🙋🏼‍♀️ 🎹 #piano #pianopiano #pianogram #pianolovers #pianostudents #interiorpainting #interiordesign #musicroom #musicstudio #musician #musiclover #interior #homedecor #artforsalebyartist #digitalartprint #artprintsforsale #procreate #procreateart #procreatepainting #digitalart #digitalartwork #digitalartist #printshop #art #artoftheday #artpost #artpage #artaccount #artistsoninstagram #artistoninstagram (at Arkansas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUalR1VL-d5/?utm_medium=tumblr

[whitel0tus]

Creating my music/livestream area. ❤️ #feelgood #musicroom #guitars #tambayan #musicistherapy https://www.instagram.com/p/CS1qk4SpyXr/?utm_medium=tumblr

[decorjoyous]

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[tinypalmstudy]

𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚: 𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙧𝙪𝙢 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙧𝙩 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩

𝙰 𝙶𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜.