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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Day Two

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Day Three

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Day Four

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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!

[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.]

[brothor]

[A PROFESSOR? OUT OF SCHOOL? It is like seeing a snitch in a muggle game of football! UNTHINKABLE. Luckily, Bro isn't on Thor's shitlist, but it's still jarring.

He feels like he should say HELLO PROFESSOR or run as many other students would feel the need to, but he's only compelled to sing back at him, he even pulls an indignant face as he does.]

I am going to be the mane event- like no king was before. [His voice is a little uncertain now.] I'm brushing up on looking down- I'm working on my ROAR.

[Did he just roar at his professor? Yeah. He did.]

[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!

[plushaeusrumpified]

[No, you can't say hello! If you break role, he'll be annoyed, since obviously this is a huge effort he's going through to participate- even if it's coming off weirdly easily. This is stupid- but it's totally ironic so he guesses he doesn't mind.

And wow. He just got roared at. He can't help but let out a slight chuckle, before going back to the stern Brozu voice. It's hard not to- that was fucking hilarious.]


Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing.

[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.

[wwistful]

[Don't think he's here for you, Bro. He has other perfectly sound reasons to be here, he just can't think of any presently. The experience is considerably more dull without Dirk, so the rage he feels when he's bumped into subsides almost instantly after he hears that it's Bro.

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.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[He's totally here for Bro! He does a lot of stupid shit for Bro. It's because he lahvs him.

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.

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Bro sings a few more lines of the verse, both confused as to why he feels the sudden need to sing, and yet getting heavily into it. It's not long after that he spots Dirk- it's pretty easy to see that hair in a crowd. He splits into a grin and breaks off from the verse he's singing and- speaking directly into the microphone, to boot, draws a shitton of attention onto Dirk.]

Dirk, hey Dirk! [Complete with a magical spotlight on the younger Strider.] Get your ass up here!

[toocoolforthis]

[In this situation, there are a few courses of action Dirk could take. He could refuse to acknowledge that he's the one being called out. He could give in immediately and go up on stage.

He doesn't do either of these, of course. What he does do is flip Bro off.]

[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.]

[brothor]

[Though Thor had enjoyed the lion king- hell, he’d even related to Simba a little. Though he can’t imagine the devastation of losing his father, there are certainly familiar elements. However, despite his enjoyment of the movie, he hadn’t quite taken to it well enough to passionately recite lines whilst in character.

He feels himself pout a little as Bro seems vastly unimpressed with the roar, doing a small frustrated jig as he belts out:]

OH I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO BE KIIIING. [He pauses, taking a small breath before forcing a sing songy voice to say the words he ACTUALLY wants to say.] I cannot say that I quite intended for that to happen, Sir.

[strideallknight]

[Naturally, that's when annoying little brothers come into play. If there's one thing Dave's good at, it's picking people out of a crowd. Hence his sudden appearance at Dirk's side.]

Man, if you don't sing, then I've come all the way out here for nothing. Bro's sung, I've sung, you need to complete it. Don't leave me disappointed, Dirk.

[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....]

[seeringlight]

[She was enjoying all the music too. But here's Bro, ruining everything. That is the face of your daughter who is 1000% done with you, Bro.

She is making a beeline to...who knows. Off into the sunset.] I'm going home. [Goodbye friends. She is gone.]

[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.]

[seeringlight]

Those are relatively deep words. [Rose heard you, but she isn't teasing. She isn't making fun of Alec in anyway. It was mostly a passing thought and comment.]

It seems that people have been breaking into song left and right. [Rose is a stubborn girl, and she's been pushing that feeling off for as long as she can. She refuses to succumb. It might eventually happen, but for now, she still refuses to sing.]