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We're gonna rock out with our--
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?
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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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.]
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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.
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Don't think he isn't giving the shirts a suspicious look- but greeting Bro takes precedence currently. He turns with a surprised sort of look, fumbling for something to say before stuttering out a response.]
I got chills.... [Wow...that is not what he meant to say, let him just correct himself. In a more powerful singing voice.] ...They're multiplying. [He looks sort of perplexed with himself.]
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And stop giving his shirts suspicious looks. At least they're not dresses with faces on them! They might just be shirts with faces on them. Or cheesy song lyrics, or something. Mostly they're just dumb band tshirts bought for irony.
Bro was... not expecting that in response though. His first thought is 'here, wear one of these awesome shirts if you're cold', but then he continues. He... is not currently getting this right now. He's giving him the most confused stare, before it finally hits him.]
Oh my god, are you serenading me? Fucking swoon.
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No matter what's printed on them, Murdoc is positive the shirts are hideous but they're probably much more comfortable than his stuffy outfits. He certainly doesn't have chills, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel incredibly odd as he proceeds with the words.]
No- [Yes- a word he meant to say.] And- No. I'm- NO. Loooosing control. [He gives Bro a bit of a desperate look.] 'Cause the power you're supplyin'... S'electrifyin'.
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I dunno what's come over you, but I ain't complaining. [He gives Murdoc a bit of a grin.] Is there more where that came from?
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Murdoc fidgets, stifling anymore of the lyrics from coming out. Though Bro's grin has him sputtering a little as he struggles not to sing at him.]
The show's over. [FROWN.]
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His face kind of falls and he frowns too, pouting slightly.]
Already? Come on, how about a little incentive? [Come on, come on... Lyrics...C'mon, he knows this.]
Somethin' something, uh...shape up, 'cuz you're the only one, and my heart's set on you...?
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Until it makes him madder. He frowns, giving Bro a soft, indignant shove with one hand.]
No, no, no. You've got it all wrong!
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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.
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He turns quite quickly, giving him a bewildered look before holding out a hand on the offchance he actually wants to take it.]
Hello. [He finds it strange that he needs to force himself to say that without singing it- oh hell he can feel more of it welling up.] I-is it... Me you're looking for? [Why the fuck is this happening.]
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Bumping into a teacher had been the last thing he'd expected, but especially this one. He hesitates, but takes the offered hand and pulls himself up.]
Um. [Why does that line sound so familiar...] N.. no, thir. Have you theen my dad?
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He gives his shoulder a friendly pat, as if to discreetly brush him off before he attempts the next sentence.]
I've...not seen him. No. [He flinches a bit before hissing out:] I can see it in your eyes. I can. See it in your- HONESTLY, what on earth is going on here?
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Murdoc gets a puzzled look. Even he can tell there's something not quite right here.]
I don't know... [But you're acting really weird, sir.] Are you ok?
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As such, he's going to continue to fumble along for the rest of the lyrics.]
You're all I ever wanted and my arms are. Open wide? [Nope, they're folded over his chest as he backs away.]
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Didn't know you were a fan of Muggle muthic, thir, but thith might not be appropriate.
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I'm not. [His answer is cold and curt.] And I'm aware. There seems to be.. somethin' in the air.
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'Sup, Mr. Ampora.
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On the plus side, Dirk can be proud that his voice has reached the same timbre as his father's. On the downside, he's being pulled into a tango-esque pose by the older man who really needs to look before he grabs.]
Summer lovin'. [He answers plainly....before realising who he has in his hands and dropping the boy instantly.] ..Happened so fast.
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This a bad time?
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Y...essssss. [Which is probably indicated by the fact that he sang that.] Don't tell me I'm the only one who feels peculiar today.
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Things that Dirk doesn't want to notice, but has anyway: Professor Ampora's singing voice.]
Impromptu concerts seem all the rage today. So I guess the answer is no.
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It seems fittin' enough for a music festival. [He manages to keep his voice flat.] You won't... tell your father about that? Will you? [He'll never live it down.]
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If I run into Bro, I'll let him know you're looking for him. Like hell I'd tell him about that.
[Bro would probably laugh his ass off at their misfortune.]
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You've no obligation to linger, you know. [He shoos at him with his hands.] Go play. Or whatever it is you're meant to do at festivals, at the very least. [Murdoc looks like he knows that.]
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