We're gonna rock out with our--

[shnpc]

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?

Comments

[wwistful]

[Murdoc isn't silly enough to assume he won't bump into at least one of his students at the festival, but he hasn't at all expected it to be quite so literal. Nor had he really ever expected to see Mituna of all people here.

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.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[It wouldn't normally be Mituna's kind of scene, but his brother wanted to come, so his father had to, and Mituna couldn't be left home by himself. He hadn't been having too much trouble so far, with a spell to help lower the noise levels, and he'd been keeping himself away from large crowds.

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?

[wwistful]

[So that makes two people who are clearly out of place amongst the crowd. Fantastic. Solidarity in not fitting in with hip music lovers. Admittedly, Murdoc has no complaints about the fact that he hasn't seen Mituna's father, but it is worrying.

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?

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He's around somewhere - Mituna's father, that is - and Mituna is certainly old enough to manage being by himself for a short amount of time. If he couldn't, he would have never been allowed to wander off at all.

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?

[wwistful]

[Something is terribly wrong here, Murdoc looks both horribly uncomfortable and terribly concerned. He's worked himself up into quite a flustered state and it's made refraining from singing an even less likely outcome.

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.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He's just going to... step back a little now, too. Murdoc's not the only one who's uncomfortable here, though Mituna's finding some amusement in the fact that it looks like someone's put a hex on the professor. He grins uncertainly.]

Didn't know you were a fan of Muggle muthic, thir, but thith might not be appropriate.

[wwistful]

[Murdoc is going to hold his arms over his chest as if to restrain himself from any further rambunctious dancing. His foot, however, is tapping erratically.]

I'm not. [His answer is cold and curt.] And I'm aware. There seems to be.. somethin' in the air.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[His attention flicks down to Murdoc's foot, then back up. He's honestly struggling not to laugh outright by this point.]

Maybe it'th magic.

[Is he actually trying to prompt more strangeness? Maybe.]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc notes that he wants to laugh and he appreciates that he won't, but the fact that he even feels like it is enough to make Murdoc feel indignant.]

It's generally magic, isn't it? [He folds his arms over his chest, not even bothered with how surly he's being toward Mituna.] Don't you feel even the slightest bit compelled to sing?