We're gonna rock out with our--

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WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Light
RATING: PG13
WHEN: July 12th - 15th
WHERE: The Music Festival in Aberdeenshire
WHAT: Muuusic!
STATUS: Ongoing!
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Ah, the sound of music. It's not always a pretty sound- definitely not. While there are plenty of good bands at the festival, there are also plenty of pretty awful ones trying to make it big. But that's okay, because it's still a good time! Look at all of those stages, look at all that festival food. Four days of music, fun and awesomeness! So walk around, enjoy the music, maybe enter the singing competition they have each day.

But wait! Even if you aren't musically inclined, guess what? Shortly after arriving, you begin to feel the sudden urge to sing, too, even if you might sound like a dying whale. Eventually the urge is going to get so great that you just have to break out into song. Or you might just sing randomly throughout the day, if you give into the feelings. It really depends on your willpower! Either way, you will sing. It looks like all the spells used to make this happen have had unintended side-effects.

That won't stop you from having fun though, right?

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Day One

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[brothor]

[There are few more delightful things in life than music, so naturally Thor is incredibly happy to be sweeping through the crowds of the music festival. He's had an exciting summer thus far and he's found himself inspired by life in general as of late, he really feels as if he is rising to the great heights he was born to.

The feelings seem to strum up a rhythm in him, something undeniable is trying to escape his lips. He doesn't know whether it's simply a good mood triggered by good music or a consequence of allowing himself to discover disney movies, but his song choice seems to be an indication of both.]

I'm gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware! [Don't mind if he elbows you, he's really getting into this.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Ooph, yeah that's an elbow. But Bro is made of sturdier stuff than that- he used to rock the concert scene when he was younger, so this ain't nothing. Except... when he hears that song, it's pretty much impossible for him not to retort in an annoyed voice.]

Well, I've never seen a king of beasts with quite so little hair!

[thisonetime_withellis]

[Oh shit, is that someone singing a line from The Lion King? It is!

Thor would find the older boy draping one arm over his shoulder moments later, gleefully singing the next line. To be honest, when it comes to Keith... it's probably nothing to do with the magic infusing the festival, and more utterly down to Keith himself.]

Well I've never seen a king of beasts with quite so little hair!

[Hi Thor.]

[hearnoevil]

[Ordinarily Meulin would have been right there with Thor in his excitement. She isn't really one to get so easily down but well. Coming to a music festival of all things probably wasn't the best idea. She had mostly come just because she wanted something new, to see what wizard camping was like and hang out with her friends but a couple hours into it and she was beginning to think it would have been best to just stay behind.

With the accident still a relatively recent thing for her, it's disconcerting to be walking through the festival, seeing, knowing that there is so much more going on that she can't experience and being completely cut off from it. It makes her feel even lonelier than she did staying back at her tent and she's about to just turn around and head back in that direction when she bumps up against someone]

Oh! Thor. Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. [She gives him an apologetic smile, pushing hair out of her eyes.]

[wwistful]

[Music festivals aren't really Murdoc's place of worship. Really, a festival is the last place the man wants to be. He's the opposite of festive, but there's some sort of to-do about the whole thing and he's managed to find his way there anyway.

It's funny, all of these degenerate hippies with filthy hair remind him of a simpler time. A time when he thought greasing his hair and strumming a guitar would surely win him the hearts of any attractive bypassers. So young. So stupid. So devilishly handsome. Some things never change.

In any case, he finds himself immersed enough in the festival to hum to himself as he wanders about the sidelines. If you bump into him, you may be greeted with a song. For now? He's just muttering sea shanties to himself.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Honestly, Bro is pretty damn surprised that Murdoc is here at all. It just doesn't seem like his particular cup of tea- not that he isn't thrilled. It's nice that they can share something that Bro enjoys so much. Unfortunately though, they got separated pretty early on. It's Bro's fault though- shiny things are distracting. BUT thankfully he's pulled himself out of it and has went off in search of his Murman.

His arms are full of shitty festival souvenirs and tshirts when he does find Murdoc, and he casually bumps into him from behind to get his attention.]

Don't think I didn't hear that.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[This place is really too loud for him, but he's managing to have fun regardless. Though his father and brother are around somewhere, he's wandered off by himself, and who should he run into (quite literally, as he crashes into his side while he's not looking where he's going) but Murdoc.

He springs back as if burned and loses his balance completely as his heel catches on a tuft of grass. Mituna hits the ground with a muffled grunt and winces, hissing out a string of vitriolic curses before looking up.]

... Hi profethor.

[toocoolforthis]

[Dirk doesn't actually bump into Murdoc in the crowd, fortunately for them both. Actually, he sees Murdoc from behind, along the side of the crowd, and actually bothers to approach. He's not tired of the crowds quite yet, but he's getting there, and it'd be better seeing a familiar face for a little while.]

'Sup, Mr. Ampora.

[marshall_lee]

[There is nothing Marshall loves more than a rock show. The only thing better than attending it is actually playing in it and he was fortunate enough to have gotten an invite. The bassist in the band a friend of his headed up was out sick and he'd asked Marshall to fill in.
Of course he said yes.
On stage three the band was in full swing and Marshall was happily playing away and doing back up vocals. The band starts up a more hardcore version of Screaming Dead's Creatures of the Night
He also had absolutely no shame in using his powers of compulsion (just a little bit!) to drive the crowd wild either.]

[seeringlight]

[Rose weasels herself through the crowd so she can get a good spot (that, and her veela charm gets her things when she really wants something). Of course a good spot means she might be having hearing difficulties after, but that's a temporary drawback that she thinks is worth enduring. She gives a bright grin as she watches Marshall and the rest of the band rock out.

She doesn't yell or scream (how unladylike!) but she does clap as loud as she can. Until her hands sting a bit.]

[thisonetime_withellis]

[Keith doesn't need any help from vampiric compulsion. He's elbowed his way to the front of the show and is jumping against the barrier, one raised fist pumping as he yells and cheers.

His palms aren't stinging from clapping. He actually can't feel them anymore.]

[stubbornskeptic]

[It had seemed like the safest arrangement. Public, for one, and for two she was likely to see someone familiar in the crowd if she needed an escape route. Not that she! Thought she would! But she did already kiss the guy, apparently, and that did make things rather awkward and...perhaps implication-y. As in she might have accidentally implied there would be more kissing and given how she has no real memory of the first one which might have been her first ever kiss, she has no idea if she's any good at it, and even if she is she doesn't know if she likes him the way she's liked Jake or Dirk and oh, this is going to end badly, isn't it?

Jane's standing near a particular vendor as they arranged. Dad wasn't too keen on the idea, even if she's perfectly safe from assassination attempts. Jane wishes she could better vouch for Nick's moral aptitude or whatever it might be that Dad objects to, but to be perfectly honest she isn't quite certain that she knows him well enough to be able to. He's at least nice enough to consider her dateable, though, so that's...something, right? And really, she's put her best effort into looking presentable, so maybe things will go better than she expects!]

[streetsmarts]

[Nick hadn’t expected this outcome, to be perfectly honest. He was pretty sure she’d been addled by the event like many others had been, himself included. He hadn’t meant any serious implications with his words! He was just winding her up! That said, it’s not like he didn’t enjoy the kiss or that she isn’t a god damn pretty little thing, he just can’t shake the impression that it’s a pity date. The girl never really seemed all that fussed on him before, but he figured that was because he’s a jackass.

Needless to say, despite all of his cool guy airs, he’s a little nervous. It’s not like he hasn’t dated or gotten anywhere with girls before, but Jane isn’t quite like the girls he generally takes out and he’s well aware of that. Whatever. He’s got this. The music festival was a great idea, it’s all pretty damn casual and if it gets awkward they can just split like it ain’t no thing.

Like Jane, Nick has dressed himself up a little too. In fact, they seem to have gravitated toward similar blues. He’s wearing a white suit with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a blue shirt that’s a little open is peering out from under the white jacket.

He catches sight of her and begins to approach, hell she already looks adorable. She’s the opposite of his type but goddamn if she isn’t changing his mind on that one. He half smiles once he swaggers over, raising a hand in greeting.]

Lookin’ good there, doll.

[hearnoevil]

[Meulin is seated outside of her tent, waving at anyone who happens to pass by, hoping she'd recognize someone. She had been out where the festival was actually happening earlier but...well. That had ended up being rather depressing. She should have anticipated it, but she felt she had been getting better at accepting the fact she was never going to be healed.

It was better just to stay here. That way, perhaps if a friend happened on by she could convince them to come inside her tent and chat, maybe read some manga and have a snack. Then that way this trip wouldn't be entirely rotten]

Sorry I'm late!

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He doesn't seem to recognise her straight away, but then he pauses and backsteps, giving a wave in return and trotting over to her. It's less 'sitting' and more 'gracelessly falling without actually collapsing on her' but he ends up on his ass next to her either way.]

Hi Meulin. [He wraps both arms around his legs and leans forwards. Mituna's feeling a bit out of place here too, so they can just be oddballs together.]

Day Two

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[plushaeusrumpified]

[He'd managed to resist the urge thus far. Day one, he might've hummed along or something, but he never outright sang. He was too damn cool for that shit. He was there to listen to music- and attempt to perform himself. Only instead of singing, he was dropping the beats with some magical DJ equipment. It's going great! The only problem is the more he makes those sick beats, the more he thinks they need words.

And suddenly, without even thinking about it, he's moving to pick up the microphone and belting out-]

CAN'T READ MY, CAN'T READ MY, NO YOU CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE!

[toocoolforthis]

[Dirk doesn't mind hanging around to hear Bro drop some sick beats on his turntables. In fact, for a while he even thinks about joining him in it, because there's no better team to DJ together than a Strider team. In fact, he's just about to do it when Bro abandons the equipment and heads for the microphone.

As soon as he hears what Bro is singing, he starts practicing a poker face of his own, and moving toward the edges of the crowd.]

[strideallknight]

[Dave isn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Just. Bro why?

Maybe he should counteract the Lady Gaga with something just as annoyingly catchy....]

[foepas]

[Alec had had to work with his grandmother, had to make every point he could think of, to have her allow him here, this spot of freedom over the summer. He's not sure why he'd tried so hard, it isn't like he's particularly fond of any of his classmates.

But it's better than being home, better than feeling indebted over things he doesn't even understand. Or it had been better, before the song had started to bubble under his skin. His voice isn't terrible, but it's nothing spectacular, the words of this particular song coming out rough, unpracticed (he hasn't sung, even to himself, in a long time, not since the days when he'd spent some time singing hymns. He's not sure he's comfortable with this, but he opens his mouth anyway, letting the words out and hoping no one's close enough to overhear him.]

But just because it burns doesn't mean you're gonna die. You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try.

Day Three

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[toocoolforthis]

[Dirk has been all over the festival, listening to both the good and the bad, and because of it, he's managed to mostly put off singing himself in favor of listening to other people perform.

Right now, though, he's found himself uninterested in any of the bands, and at something of a loss with what else to do with himself- buying souvenirs or food doesn't appeal, but neither does leaving to head somewhere else. So he's wandering around the festival instead, watching people, and humming little bits of all the songs that are stuck in his head right now. It's turning into a pretty weird mashup at this rate.]

Day Four

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[seeringlight]

[Rose, keeping herself busy most of the time, has yet to utter a lyrical tune out of her mouth. She's pretty stubborn, and the thought if belting out lyrics isn't her idea of a good time. She has been keeping herself busy to avoid such affliction.

Now though? There's downtime and she's keeping herself preoccupied with tuning her violin. Still, lyrics go through her mind and she taps her foot every so often. She hasn't devolved into humming but it's getting pretty hard to ignore it.]