007 ∞ [visual || Amy's Living Room]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

The tablet switches on to reveal Amy waving her hands in the air and shaking her booty as a generic pop song plays in the background. Once she discovered that Taxon was now broadcasting radio stations she was all geared up to have the stereo on in the background all the time.

But of course, one couldn't expect the aliens to know what people wanted to hear, so everything had been instrumentals from movies, with the occasional song with lyrics. Amy was tuning in sporadically as a result. There was only so many times she could listen to those overdramatic ballads from movies where someone's lover dies.

She's lucked out today though. Right now the aliens were playing a soundtrack that feels vaguely familiar to her, like from a movie she loved as a kid, and even though that movie was filled with pop songs and was cheesy with a capital C, it's making her feel nostalgic. Hence the dancing and singing like a mad woman.

Her mane of ginger hair is whipping around her head, and the knick knacks on the shelves are shaking as she really gets into it. The song comes to an end and she stops suddenly, out of breath and trying to tame her locks. It's only now that she notices the tablet has been recording, but instead of being embarrassed at being caught, she skips over and picks it up.

"These songs are taking me back!" The next song, from the same pop group as the previous, starts playing and Amy's head bobs from side to side. "I know the songs will go back to rubbish soon, so I have to enjoy this while I can. Does anyone know if this is all the aliens are going to play? Can't we, I don't know, call a request line or something?"

Comments

[voice]

[numbersnfigures.livejournal.com]

It'd be nice if they'd play some Beethoven.

Or Coltrane.

[voice]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

Beethoven? [She wrinkles her nose.] No, no, something I can dance to!

[voice]

[numbersnfigures.livejournal.com]

You can dance to Beethoven! Waltzes, fox trots...



But if you'd prefer something more modern, I like Bob Dylan too... my mother liked him.

[voice]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking more like... club music, y'know? House music, with the mad beats, so I can really move.

[voice]

[numbersnfigures.livejournal.com]

House... music?

[visual]

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

"I'd settle for some consistent classic rock. Getting a little of it, but not enough."

[visual]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, something with a good beat. That's what we need."

Re: [visual]

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Where's the Stones or the Who or Aerosmith?"

[visual]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

"Exactly! But, once again, these aliens don't know what we want. And there's no request number or anything! At least none that I've found. I don't even know where they're broadcasting from, but if I did, I'd march over there and force them to play something I can dance to properly." Her head bobbed towards the stereo where the pop song was still playing. "Like this."

Re: [visual]

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

Elisa made a face. "Could be worse," she reflected. "Could be Christmas music."

[ voice ]

[cametolife]

I wasn't even aware they had radio stations here.

[ voice ]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

Oh! Hello there. And yeah, we do now. If you happen to find a radio or stereo lurking around your place, flick it on. Of course, it's only songs from soundtracks, so it's pretty limiting.

[ voice ]

[cametolife]

Sure I can find one, somewhere. I'm Liz, by the way.

[ voice ]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

Amy, nice to meet you. Or... hear you. [She chuckles.] You're new, aren't you? I don't remember anyone named Liz.

[ voice ]

[cametolife]

Yeah, just a few weeks ago, actually. It's, um, a little surreal, being kidnapped by aliens.

[ only not, liz you liar. she's been neck-deep in alien drama for the past year. just not these aliens. ]

[Voice]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

That isn't music. It makes my ears sting.

[Voice]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

Sting? How can it make them sting? [Still, she turns it down a bit.]

[Voice]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

There's no heart. Music needs a heart.

[Even if it had been cut out and had been left bleeding in the dust.]

[Voice]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see. [She paused, listening to the manufactured pop song that was a carbon copy of thousands of other pop songs.] Keep listening, the over dramatic stuff will be playing again soon enough.

[Voice]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Are you lonely? [Drusilla had listened in silence for a moment and, when she spoke again, she seemed to have forgotten what she had been talking about.] Do you miss the man from the stars?

[Visual]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

DG wrinkled her nose in distaste when she heard the pop music - she'd developed an aversion to that sort of thing during her childhood in Kansas - but couldn't help but grin at Amy's dancing. At least someone was enjoying it.

"You mean that isn't 'rubbish'?" she said, teasing a little. She still owed Amy an apology for anything she might have said or done as a child. Her memories of the glitch were fairly hazy, but she could make a few educated guesses. (She'd always had a knack for getting into trouble, after all.) "I didn't know we had Taxon Radio."

[Visual]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

"Weeeeell, it's a sort of rubbish, but the good kind! Like, you know it has a bad reputation, but it's a guilty pleasure."

She headed over to the sofa and plopped down, propping the tablet up on the couch arm. "Neither did I, until recently. I was bored, mucking about, and I turned on the stereo. Didn't expect anything but static, but suddenly there was music playing!"

[Visual]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

"Like junk food?" offered DG. It was unhealthy and occasionally a little disgusting, but sometimes you couldn't help yourself. "How many stations do they have?"

She'd apologise later. For now, she was genuinely curious about Taxon's new radio network.

[Visual]

[iminmynightie.livejournal.com]

"Exactly." She twirled a tendril of hair around her finger as she looked at DG's image. "Just a few, and it's all the same sort of music. All sounding like the soundtracks to films."

[Visual]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

"I didn't watch that many movies in Kansas." She'd been more interested in escaping to real places - real countries and real adventures in lands beyond the edge of the farm - than in watching lives she couldn't live on the screen. "I'm not surprised the hamsters are fans. They have to get ideas for their glitches somewhere."