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Room 408, Sunday, Late Afternoon
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.]


2009-10-04 11:04 pm (UTC) (Link)

//It's been... different.// That was Jono's special way of saying that he rather wished that it would be over already, or perhaps that it would rewind so that he'd know to duck and cover before his guest had found him. Or maybe that he didn't mind Jubilee at all, but now he had no idea which way was up, and...

Something or other.

//Busy,// he said, instead of the whole mess of it. //Yer own?//


2009-10-04 11:08 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Mostly, I've been dragged," he admitted as he pulled the case out of his bag.

"Though I got to go to the arcade in our hotel with Uncle Aaron."


"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)

He snorted.

"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)

//He thought yer didn't know how to follow directions, then?// Jono was amused, now, yes. Jono had also never heard of these dancing game things before, and would probably trip over his own feet in horrible ways if anyone ever set him down and instructed him to play Dance Dance Revolution.


2009-10-05 12:32 am (UTC) (Link)

He shook his head.

"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)

//Dancing is a completely different creature if yer have to follow the steps,// Jono noted. //Ah well. So long as the both of yer enjoyed it, hm?//

He idly picked out a few notes on his guitar. Mmm, notes.


2009-10-05 12:44 am (UTC) (Link)

Eliot looked out the door for a moment as he pulled the Lady Dawn from her case. Despite the fact that it was the afternoon and there wasn't as much light, the wood still shone turquoise and gold. The movement hummed across the strings and seemed to start it's own melody.

"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)

//I can improvise with about anything,// Jono mused, //how about yer start playing something, and we'll go from there?//

Jonothon Starsmore: Totally easy.


2009-10-05 01:01 am (UTC) (Link)

Eliot nodded and pulled the bow into his hand as the violin settled under his chin. He murmured something to it, something that sounded very much like 'behave' before he put the bow down.

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)

Familiar enough that Jono would have laughed aloud if he'd been able, giving his head a bemused sort of shake before he joined in almost immediately.

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)

Eliot smiled and added a few layers, instruments he wasn't playing at the moment but that didn't mean he couldn't add them to the song. How he did it, and how he played that many notes at the same time, well... you don't want know.

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)

At this rate, Jono was going to feel inadequate with his guitar.

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.