Wherein Duster Plays an Instrument: A Log I Meant to Do Months Ago: A Rockabilly Sound Explosion

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Who: Duster and others
What: Duster is playing a thing
Where: The music room, a common room, a room, your room, every room
When: Thursday Dec. 15th through Sunday Dec. 18th, 8pm-10pm
Warnings: Sweet jams.

Praytell, dear gentle reader, what is that? Why, 'tis the haunting melody of some melodic notes that haunts you. And... some slapping. Some slapping and some musical notes. Just listening to it makes you want to wear a poodle skirt or buy some pomade. A lot of pomade. It sort of sounds something like this...

And the man playing it, oh, dear reader, is tall and thin and wearing blue and has sideburns and smells of some sort of cheese. What an interesting and fun person he would be to bother know.

ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO BRAVE THE MUSIC AND ACCOST THE GENTLEMAN PLAYING THAT STRANGE, GIANT VIOLIN-THING?

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[tribulune.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, the scent of cheese smacked Waka in the senses before the music even got a chance to. This guy kind of stunk a little. Wh...

"..." Regardless, he stands nearby and folds his arms, trying not to let the pungent aroma get to him. He wasn't exactly a big fan of cheese, but the music was alright. Might as well show some level respect for his fellow musician, despite him smelling kinda godawful.

[140-96.livejournal.com]

Mei Ling is just outside, watching curiously. (and trying to ignore the smell of cheese)

What a strange instrument. What a strange way of playing it. Maybe she should listen to more music like this - it's not like it was bad in any sense of the word. But she never encountered someone actually using the music rooms for... music.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Eventually, Duster will look up to see the guy(lady?) watching him play. "Hey," he said, holding the giant beast of an instrument.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

It's a great smell, what are you talking about.

Duster is just jamming his little hands off. Man, he's hot. Wow, what artistry. Are you going to come into the music room or are you just going to stand there like a mook?

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

"Bonjour!" Waka replies with a cheery wave. His hand seems awfully close to his nose. "I couldn't help but listen for a while. Have you played that thing very much?"

And of course...

"And what a... lovely style you're sporting." Afros? Totally in, right?

Not to him, no.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I've played it for, uh..." and here, dear reader, Duster had to think back. "Four years at least?"

But Duster had no idea what the man meant by style.

"You like my shirt?" asked Duster. "Or the pants?" he asked further. His bright, bright magenta pink pants.

[140-96.livejournal.com]

And Mei Ling edges into the room, staying to the edge of it. She doesn't want to disturb him, but she is enjoying the music greatly. So she's going to concentrate on being unobtrusive because after all - there's nothing worse than breaking someone's concentration unnecessarily.

But it's not like she can't help tapping her foot along.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Huh. Where did that beat come from.

Duster looks up and notices a lady tapping her foot along with the beat. Well isn't that pleasant, another visitor. He nods in her direction and keeps playing.

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

That wasn't quite what Waka meant, but oh, did his clothes ever stand out, too. Those... very bright pink pants. It was even too pink for him to handle, and he was drenched in pink.

"Well... not quite. I was talking about that," he gestured, "poof of yours. How did you do that?"

He was kind of curious. He didn't think hair could get that puffy!

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you mean my afro?" Duster asked.

An errant hand worked its way up to his hair and grabbed a hold of it and lifted.

His hair went up three inches or so.

"It's a wig."

[pinkgingham.livejournal.com]

Well, Sable was sure intrigued by the music! As soon as she heard that catchy tune while walking down the hallway, she couldn't help but poke her head into the music room.

Sure, whoever was playing the music kind of smelled like cheese, and his apparel was......interesting, but she tried not to make that smell or what he was wearing get to her. The point is that this man played a mean bass and she wanted to stick around and listen! So, without saying a word, she shuffled herself into the room and continued listening to the music.

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

What the... oh. Well, that made a lot more sense.

"... Ahaha! I see, I see." Waka felt a little less boggled and, honestly, weirded out. "Hmm. You... wouldn't wear that to class, now would you? It might be a little distracting."

For him and for the students.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

"I usually only wear it when I'm playing by myself," said Duster. "I was in a band with some guys with some pretty flashy hair. So they had me wear a wig. It has a lot of memories in it, this afro wig."

Well isn't that... nice.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Oh look at that, there's a chimera lady (he assumes lady, what with the apron and all, but Duster, really, that's quite sexist in this day and age) in the room.

"Hey," he says, but keeps playing.

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

Aha, that made even MORE sense. Memories were a whole lot to Waka, too. He didn't quite voice that, but he couldn't ever have a set of dual blades without his Pillowtalk. So many good times he endured with that sword-slash-flute, including some very wonderful... and very nasty times.

If he ever lost Pillowtalk, well. He would just have to go with a solo blade. Though part of him wishes he could wield a rosary, too. So lovely and full of potential strategy.

"Was? So, that is to say... your band broke up?" He gave a hum and a tilt of the head. His hand cupped his chin. "A shame, really, but... ah, c'est la vie. There are always reunion opportunities, aren't there?"

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, we've had a couple of reunion things," said Duster. "Once at the end of the world, and the other time last summer, when I got them to come play for a party here." And then Duster realized the words that had come out of his mouth.

Oh right, end of the world. Right. Duster, why did you say that.

He was uncertain how to go forward at this point.

[pinkgingham.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Sable responded quietly. Standing around felt a little awkward, so she took a seat nearby. "Ah...don't mind me, I just came over to listen."

[bluebomber]

Wow. Oh wow. Colour Rock absolutely dazzled by this man's slap bass skills. As a great fan of music in any variety, the little robot boy stopped to listen with eyes a-sparkling.

At an appropriate interval of rest between songs, he smiled widely and breathed an awe-struck, "Wow... You're amazing! Where did you learn to play like that?"

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

The end of the world. To Waka, that meant one thing and one thing only. Of course, a lot of people probably still remembered that day, and many still refer to it as what could have been the end of the world.

He kept a straight face, but if Duster looked carefully, he might catch a glimmer of discomfort.

"... You recall the Day of Darkness, hm? You had a reunion on that day of all days?"

asdf;ljkasdf I had a post typed up and then I ACCIDENTALLY SCREENED YOUR COMMENT AND IT WENT AWAY

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Of course, to Duster that meant something totally different.

"Yeah, we were there," said Duster, absentmindedly looking at his bass instead of at the person he was talking to. "Almost everyone in the world was, though I didn't see you there. Must have missed you. I showed up with Lucas, Kuma and Boney, and my old band was there, about to play a show. So I joined up with them for one last show, before, well, everything else happened. Sort of the final sane moment I had that day."

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

"Sit a bit and listen in," said Duster.

"Do you prefer rockabilly or jazz?" he asked. "I can switch over if you want."

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Oh, look at that, it's a little robot kid.

Duster certainly was a popular guy lately. He needed to practice during hours when regular people are awake more often.

"I was the bassist for Desperado Crash Mambo Combo, DCMC," explained the beafro'd man.

[bluebomber]

Robots don't need sleep, it's cool.

"You have a band?!" Consider him dazzled more and more with every passing moment. "Do you guys have an album? I'd love to hear more!"

that. is a horrible way to lose a tag. /patpat

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

"Aha, yes... you might have just not seen me. I was there."

In the Ark of Yamato trying to fight Yami and failing, more like. Still, though, he witnessed it -- firsthand.

"Luckily enough, it seems the gods aren't on the side of darkness. Not that I expected them to be. Then they just simply wouldn't be very godly, would they?" Waka knew this. Amaterasu is a benevolent, watchful goddess, and the way she defeated the Eternal Emperor of Darkness was nothing short of superb.

[pkwallstaple.livejournal.com]

Duster sleeps when the sun is up. It's... sort of weird.

"I had a band," said Duster. "We broke up. It happened awhile ago."

"I'm pretty sure I've got an copy or two of Tonda Gossa floating around somewhere, though."