IV. [Visual] and i can't sink any lower

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

This is probably the five location change Harvestman has made since he got there, this dingly little room with no windows. He's got a history of reasons to keep looking over his shoulder, and everything about Taxon puts him on edge. The fake sun, the vampires, the Hunters - everything freaked him out just a little.

Nevertheless, he looks pretty relaxed in a white wifebeater, scarred dogtags exposed and dangling from his neck, and drinking from what would seem to be a juice bag with a straw. It's too bad that 'juice' looks a little too suspicious to claim it's Koolaid, but he's finally given up on the hiding the fact that he's got fangs. He opens his mouth, and given the nature of Taxon at the moment, the following comes out:

Follow the rainbow my lucky omen
There ain't no pot of gold, just copper tokens
I found the key to life, the lock was broken
All my accomplishments are best left unspoken

My horror story is nearly over
I said I'm sorry, but I was sober
I beg for mercy from my infernal friend
The one that drops the nails into my coff -

And it's ended, quite abruptly, with a hand clamped over his mouth. Harvestman rolls his eyes heavenward (those little furry monsters have to be somewhere; the sky is as good of a bet as any.)

"What the fuck was that? Seriously, what the fuck? Can't you furry little assholes go for something classic? Nirvana, Metallica - shit, I'd take Iron Maiden. What the goddamn fuck was that."

He pauses. "I was gonna say something, but fuck it. This music shit is irritating."

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[voice]

[levilup.livejournal.com]

It is not. I, personally, am enjoying this.

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

"Why don't that surprise me none?" Harvestman doesn't look or sound to be in the argumentive mood. At best, he sounds bored.

Because he is bored.

[levilup.livejournal.com]

I don't imagine it surprises anybody. I've always been a fan of musicals.

Just be glad you weren't here during Christmas.

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

"Well ain't you a pretty little stereotype?"

He takes another sip from the blood bag/juice lookalike. "This place is as boring as shit. I don't plan on staying."

[voice]

[levilup.livejournal.com]

I'm a stereotype when it fits my needs.

Really, now. And how do you plan to escape?

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh. The nail polish, the eye liner, you got a use for that outside of Hollywood? Lemme tell you, I only messed with that kinda shit when I was playing it up for those who could pay bank for their sexual fantasies. Annoying as hell."

He leans back, tucking his arms behind his head. "Lemme ask you something. You're happy with staying here, just long as they pull on your puppet strings only occasionally? Got your boyfriend - your child - don't need nobody else, everything's dandy?"

[ voice ]

[stacked]

[ just laughing. sorry, harvestman. faith thinks your pain is hilarious. ]

Dude. Feel like karaoke hour or something?

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

"I feel like those so-called hamsters outta stop meddling with how folks talk." Things Harvestman doesn't do often: sing. "But hell, karaoke would be better than this drag, if I could get drunk."

Visual

[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

Sam's gotten over the whole not human aspect of Taxon so the vamp thing doesn't surprise him and the comment about classic makes him think of Dean so he can't help commenting.

"I think it'd just be nice if it went away entirely. Not all of us sing well."

He's of course referring to himself.

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

"Jesus, tell me 'bout it. I get a fucking headache just going outside." Harvestman rolls his eyes. His voice isn't too bad, but it's clear, forced into it or not, he doesn't do much singing. "I'm just saying, if I gotta start singing shit, at least let it be good shit. And make some fucking sense."

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[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

"I kind of agree," Sam starts. "I sang Jimmy Eat World earlier and the song...really didn't make much sense with everything else going on."

He lies. It did. He just doesn't want to admit he identifies with emo music.

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

Harvestman doesn't want to admit how eerily his own song described his life either. They can be buddies in denial.

"How 'bout they pack this whole thing up and send all of us home while they're at it?"

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[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

Sam does denial so very well too.

"That'd be nice. Somehow I think we'll have more luck getting the music to stop."

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Guess it'll teach me to bitch 'bout being bored."

Among bitching about all the vampires, and not getting laid. His priorities are high.

[voice]

[shaneonyou.livejournal.com]

[a slight shrug would go here. ... he's trying to maybe get on a better foot here.]

Coulda been a lot worse. Actually, it wasn't too bad.

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

"I prefer to be drunk if I'm doing any singing, and fuck, that ain't happening anymore."

Harvestman leans forward on his elbows, studying Shane intently. "You're new, ain't you? Not been dead all that long?"

[visual]

[shaneonyou.livejournal.com]

Shane blinks once in mild confusion, not expecting the question so suddenly.

"Uh, yeah. Seven years. Why?"

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

"You're twitchy. Don't got enough snarl in you, not enough bravo. Don't show your fangs when most older vampires would." Harvestman pauses, leaning back and rubbing at the hair on his chin.

"Seven years. Don't got much control, do you? I sure as hell didn't at seven years."

[Visual]

[shaneonyou.livejournal.com]

Shane shifts, trying not to take the words as an insult. They're true. Actually, this stuff has been on his mind for days. Still, he tries not to look affected by it, and shrugs.

"I'm getting there. Being stuck here doesn't make it much easier, but I'm pretty sure I'm doing pretty good for seven years."

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

None of it was meant to be insulting, although Harvestman has a natural inclination to word things that way. He also has a tendency to get his ass kicked; these two things have a correlation.

"Your Sire ain't been to good at teaching you distraction techniques, has he? Probably don't cross his mind, he's got more years on you." Pause. "And I ain't talking sex, so don't even start, though that can be a part of it."

[ visual ]

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River looks better than she did when she met him, which isn't saying a lot, but it's something.

"A rainbow is a spectrum of light," she says and then pauses to lean forward like she's about to share classified information. "You can't follow them."

[Visual]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

It's certainly more encouraging, and he offers her a smile.

"See? It don't even make sense. Why pick a song that don't even make sense?"

[ visual ]

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

"They're inconvenient," which is kind of an agreement and kind of clarification. "Put in the images and spit out words without regard to intent or meaning."

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[fireburned.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Harvestman leans his chin on a hand. "Feeling any better, kiddo? You look a lot better."

This... may be an exaggeration of sorts. Shut up, he likes kids.

...No, not like that.

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[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River considers that for a second. The 'feeling better' part, not the 'liking kids' thing. There are boundaries here.

"Polished," she says. "They polish and she moves but there is no progress. It's a lateral plateau." When she says the last part, she holds her hand out level in front of her and looks at it intently.