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

[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?