Okay, Jonothon had done his socialization for the day. Gotten out of the room, properly traumatized the teammate by introducing her to an X-Man who was more than a few years younger than she'd figured he'd be. Given dirty looks to the food at the brunch.
It was time to skulk back to his room, pull out his guitar, and play music. Whatever the hell he felt like playing at the time, which, if you asked him, was what being a musician was really all about.
And today, he was even going to leave the door open, in case anybody cared to listen. See? He could be social even when he was being completely antisocial, too.
[Open room, open post, mmm, guitar.]
- Room 408, Sunday, Late Afternoon
2009-10-04 10:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Hey, Jonothon? Did you still want to play?"
2009-10-04 10:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
//Absolutely, mate. Come on in. Make yerself comfortable. Don't mind the mess.//
There were a good many discarded Chinese takeout containers heaped up to one side, and the rest of Jono's half of the room was something of an explosion of CDs and records. Aside from the food containers, this was pretty much how it was doomed to look for the rest of his stay here.
2009-10-04 10:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
"It doesn't bother me," he said as he slipped into the room, finding a place to sit.
"How's your weekend been?"
2009-10-04 11:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Something or other.
//Busy,// he said, instead of the whole mess of it. //Yer own?//
2009-10-04 11:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Though I got to go to the arcade in our hotel with Uncle Aaron."
Beat.
"He won everything but the dancing game."
Yes. Please. Do imagine Ares and the son of Lucifer playing DDR. Please imagine this and try not to choke on whatever you're drinking.
2009-10-04 11:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
Nope. That was totally orange juice out my nose.//Yer a dancer, too? Next yer'll be telling me that the theatre is yer other calling in life, and I'll have to start warning people that yer a triple threat.//
And whether Eliot was or he wasn't, that was Jono's new nickname for him. Triple Threat. Because it was fun to say.
2009-10-05 12:08 am (UTC) (Link)
"I'm not a dancer. I just did what the machine told me to do. I can't really dance. I think that's what confused Uncle Aaron."
2009-10-05 12:13 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-05 12:32 am (UTC) (Link)
"He was trying to dance but the computer was telling him to follow the arrows on the screen. I just followed the arrows because I know I can't dance."
2009-10-05 12:40 am (UTC) (Link)
He idly picked out a few notes on his guitar. Mmm, notes.
2009-10-05 12:44 am (UTC) (Link)
"Any idea what we should start with?"
...if it's Charlie Daniel's band, the mun will fall over laughing.
2009-10-05 12:52 am (UTC) (Link)
Jonothon Starsmore: Totally easy.
2009-10-05 01:01 am (UTC) (Link)
And pulled it across the strings in the very first note.
Not the first note of a particular song, or the first note of a scale. This was an echo of something older, something grander. When the first explosion created all that was and all that would be, it was on this note. The Symphony of Existence, a song Eliot knew down to his bones, the same note that began the Mortal's Coil. That's what he played.
Then he started in on something a little more familiar, perhaps.
2009-10-05 01:12 am (UTC) (Link)
Of course he knew AC/DC. What kind of rock and roll fan would he be if he didn't know AC/DC?
And bloody fun to play along with, even when there was a violin in the mix. Jonothon definitely approved.
2009-10-05 01:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Suffice to say that he could. and that there seemed to be a cackling demonic chorus along for the ride, their voices just under the hum of the music.
2009-10-05 02:00 am (UTC) (Link)
But he played as though he was along for the ride as well, letting Eliot's music take front and centre while he picked out what was familiar, and played along with the new undertones as though they were telling him what to play all along.
He wasn't lead guitar, here. He was another voice in the choir. And he was pretty certain that he was fine with that.
2009-10-05 12:13 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-05 12:23 am (UTC) (Link)
//The song can be yers if yer want it to,// he replied, a shadow of a smile in his voice. //Right now, it has no name, it's just a few notes that I thought might sound decent together.//
2009-10-05 12:58 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-05 01:02 am (UTC) (Link)
He liked this girl. She was just twisted enough to fit.
//And if it's allergic to green, then it's fortunate that my guitar is red, isn't it?//
2009-10-05 01:29 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-05 02:02 am (UTC) (Link)
He was the sort of person who liked it when things made sense, yes.
//I'm rather fond of it, myself.// A pause. //If I play the notes the way the notes want to be played, do yer suppose yer could manage the same with the words, sunshine?//