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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.]


2009-10-05 12:23 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono blinked up at the singsong words of the girl he recognized as Didi's sister.

//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)

"But How do YOu KNoW WhIcH noteS GO TogEtHer, and wHiCh OnES DoN'T?" she asked curiously, coming in to sit with him. "what If ONe NoTE DECIDes it wAnTs TO BE oN THE otheR enD, OR gOeS IN A ciRclE, or Is aLLEGERIC to greeN?"


2009-10-05 01:02 am (UTC) (Link)

//I suppose in that case, it's a matter of learning to listen closely enough to what the music is trying to say,// Jono mused, smiling now, as best as he possibly could. //If it wants to dance t'the other side of the song, or go roundabout with a few other notes, that'll be where it takes itself.//

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)

"it's a bEAUtifuL ReD," she replied wistfully. "Like PoppieS AnD jEllO ANd SleEPing tReES."


2009-10-05 02:02 am (UTC) (Link)

Jonothon mused on that for a moment, before he decided that sleeping trees were perhaps trees in the fall, which somehow managed to make everything she'd just said make sense.

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?//