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054 ± [visual / location: langwe & gale's] all our favorites were playing

Glitch is minding his own business, sitting at a drafting table in the workshop, tapping his pencil and...spacing out, mostly. This is not an unfamiliar state for him and so he thinks nothing of it, nor of the music he hears coming in from outside. He taps his pencil and bobs his head to the beat since it's nice and catchy and...getting louder.

Still he thinks nothing of it until he finds himself getting up to stand expectantly, the music so loud and clear he's convinced it's not outside at all but instead coming from all around him. Then comes the realization that this has happened before and--

"Oh no," he manages, and then this happens. It's a little jerkier than his usual dancing, complex and challenging and totally nonsensical, but...

Ding goes the bell on the front counter and he's twirling across the shop floor on a dolly, walking backwards up the steps toward the office and then he's springing and flipping across the floor to perch on a bench and-- oh. Hey. This is actually fun.

Until Glitch finds himself perched on one of the big pulley hooks, hanging on to the ropes as the mechanism lifts him to the overhead catwalks. Gracefully he swings off, lands on the platform, then starts to run with intent to dive off and fly around the shop--

He shouts and stops short, gripping the railing and gasping for breath. The music's gone as suddenly as it started and he shakes his head, thoroughly freaked out.

Once he's composed himself Glitch takes the stairs back to the floor and snatches up his tablet, turning on the visual in order to get the word out. Problem being whatever he'd planned to say vanishes and instead he finds himself singing.

"This is a public service anouncement, this is only a test," he begins, then grimaces and shakes his head again. "Okay, no, everyone...I dunno if it's happened to anyone else yet but that thing that happened a couple annuals ago? With the compulsive singing and dancing stuff? I think it's happening again."

He takes a deep breath and starts pacing as he looks up a particular broadcast, one of the ones he's saved. "I just did this whole dance routine around the shop - not like usual, there was music coming from nowhere. Stuff like that'll happen, and you might find yourself singing about stuff that you wouldn't ordinarily share." Pause. "Like...like this thing I'm linking from last time. Um. So be prepared for that. Dunno how long it'll last so...yeah. Good luck."

And yes he is totally prepared for questions.

OOC: Musical glitch get! Also the shop is open for people coming by later or if they'd been there for his little performance or whatever \o/

Also the line he sings is the opening of Green Day's "Warning", I am so making a hamsterball post to track this stuff.

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Ditto on the tune being both elusive and unnerving.

"Fine," he replies and scratches his beard. Oh hey, new tic. "It's pretty benign as far as their games go, just occasionally embarrassing. Less so for those of us who can carry a tune in a bucket."

Yeah, and the beard thing is never gonna stop being absolutely fascinating. In a weird, not entirely unpleasant way. He can vaguely, vaguely recall a time when facial hair wasn't so automatically connected to sadistic bastards, but it's a distant memory at best. Still. It's not like he didn't at one point consider growing one. Just for the heck of it.

"I'd think the level of embarrassment would hinge on content more than--"

There's a hoooole in the bucket...

He shakes his head. "Small favors, huh?"

Edited 2012-08-15 12:00 (UTC)

The Talk About The Beard will be interesting (if it happens).

Glitch offers a hint of a grin at that little pause and head shake. "Tiny ones, yeah. You okay there?"

"Uhuh. So far, no sign of a symphony orchestra spawning anywhere nearby."

...sock it. He can't keep his mouth shut.

"So, uh," he makes a vague little gesture at his own chin but looking at Glitch's.

"That for keeps, or...?"

Ah, well.

"For now," Glitch replies with a shrug and a little grin. Said facial fuzz, it must be noted, is rather well manicured. "Just...trying something new, y'know. I kinda like it, and--"

Yeah, sock it. Also casually lock the feed because Taxon's full of wildly discreet people. Or fully grown men who occasionally act like gossipy teenage girls. Same thing.

"There's a...a friend of mine, who likes it too."

Wyatt nods slowly, taking in the grin and the overall appearance of his best friend - he looks...happy. Healthy, full of spark, and would you look at that, a locked feed?

Wyatt gives the other guy a small moue of okay then, a similarly small hum to that effect, and locks the feed right back. Plot thickening, intrigue on the rise, and so on and so forth.

And that last bit makes Wyatt grin. "Friends are good."

Mhmm. Friends with a capital effing 'f', if you go by that glint in Glitch's eye.

"It looks nice," he notes, deciding a compliment is exactly right, right then and right there. ...and a bit of friendly digging, of course. Professional habit, can't help it. Shh.

"Well groomed."

Happy, healthy, and sparky all apply, yes. Glitch had fallen from a great height but instead of being dashed on the rocks he's bounced right back up again, much to his own surprise.

"Thanks, I got some lessons on upkeep." Ayup, the compliment's appreciated and there's some preening. Then Glitch sobers, very slightly. "Wanna continue your questioning in person? Lunch at the Black Friar?"

Lessons in upkeep, huh?

"Sure," says Wyatt with a nod and a fonder smile than the cheeky grin of before. "I'll meet you there."

~

Lunchtime rolls around, and Wyatt comes walking along the street, keeping an eye out for his neat-bearded friend. He's curious, can't help it and won't deny it. He knows Glitch is fond of a few people still in Taxon, and he's drawn up a few likely candidates to the forefront of his mind, but he won't jump to premature conclusions or let his preconceptions get in the way. This is Glitch's moment, his ball court, his game, and Wyatt's there as a guest and a friend.

Most importantly, he's a friend; and a fellow Ozian. Somehow, that feels like it makes all the difference.

Edited 2012-08-19 17:40 (UTC)

Glitch has made good on his threat to purchase a bicycle (second hand but serviceable) and so after flipping the shop's sign to "closed" he rides to the pub.

Yes, the bike has a bell. Yes, it gets rung cheerfully when he spots Cain.

"Hi," he says and hops off to park the bike. "Good timing. Any mishaps on the way over? I got stuck in some sort of race."

Accompanied by some rather curvaceous ladies. Because Queen.

A bike? Well, look at that. Cain arches his eyebrow in half-and half approval and oh really. Because as bikes go, that's one weird-looking one. The front wheel is about five times too small, for starters - but if it ain't broke, he sure won't fix it.

"Got caught in fake rain, ended up singing and dancing up and down the curb for a bit." He shrugs, not concerned enough to make a big deal of it.

"I got an instant-dry-spell right after, though."

Well. Instant, maybe, but not all inclusive. He brushes his hand over his hair, which just happens to be a bit damp. Hat in hand, though. He never leaves the house without it, after all.

"I think I'll have something hot to drink with lunch. Want a coffee? My treat."

Edited (one too many thoughs makes my eye twitch) 2012-08-22 11:25 (UTC)

Don't look at it too closely, it may be mistaken for a poor motorcycle substitution. Not that Glitch would ever be compelled to do something like that, it's just easier to get around town with also exercise oh look at those dancing Extras up the block.

(Incidentally the band from that hat is in a box on a shelf in the little house's study. Right.)

All meta aside, Glitch nods gravely and pat's Cain's (damp) shoulder.

"Wish I'd seen that. Oh well, mental pictures'll do." Those can get embellished with impunity, so sayeth the cheeky grin. He gestures for the door. "And yes, thank you, coffee'll be excellent."

Hmm, yes, coffee. The thought of it compels him to sing-song "Do do do-do, do do do-do," under his breath as they stroll inside.

Edited 2012-08-24 15:47 (UTC)

"Yeah, I bet you do," Cain grouses fondly, laying his hand on his friend's shoulder to usher him indoors (already). The atmosphere reminds him of the dimly lit places he sometimes went with his classmates after a day of phys training or skill tests. It smells like dark beer and old, polished wood and rich, humble cooking.

"Go on, pick a table." If Wyatt's the one to do so, they'll end up with a clear view of all exits, and how much fun is that?

So Glitch picks a booth which offers some bit of privacy and also a view of one exit, a stained glass lampshade and a candle. He settles onto the bench seat, one foot tucked under him and he spins the menu around to read it.

And everything has a little spark, a little spring, as he waits for coffee to appear.

Cain orders two coffees at the counter, then shrugs out of his coat on the way over to the booth - it's a nice compromise, ticking all the boxes to keep them both comfortable.

Nodding his chin at the menu, "Find anything good?" then draping his not entirely dry coat over the seat opposite Glitch. Hat too.

Yes, buddy, this means you need to scoot. Contrary to popular belief, being face to face is not always the best strategy, even when having lunch with a friend, and a prospective talk about Something or Someone Good in his life.

He isn't ever cruel without good cause: wouldn't want to make Glitch uncomfortable by staring him down out of some ingrained, unsuitable old habit.

Glitch scoots, all accommodating. "I'm pretty sure I have."

Time will tell but he thinks it might be very good, for himself and (he thinks) for Bagoas. And he really wants to tell Cain about it but first there needs to be some stringing along and probably singing because...

Well, as much as he occasionally sorta likes this stupid town it seems to adore him even more. So he grins, peers at the menu, and puts one index finger to his lips, the other on the list of salads.

"There's this, it's new and...probably refreshing and..." And when did this lace get a piano?

..."Probably the same time this latest thing started up," Cain replies, taking a gander at the list of dishes. Salads? Meh, no, don't feel like a salad, more like...

"I think I'm gonna go for the grilled salmon. You can steal as many fries as you want."

He pushes the tray of coffee cups and sugar packs and those tiny ridiculous milk thingies closer to his friend. Might as well start on the coffee while it's hot.

"So...you're going for light and refreshing, lately?"

"And sweet," he says, adding the ususal two sugars to his coffee. Yes, the salad with mixed greens and goat cheese and strawberry slices, and maybe he'll treat himself to a pint of that summer ale before going back to work.

But first, since apparnetly they're not really talking about food, he hesitates.

"I don't...I'm not rushing into anything, but--"

A little chimey, expetant note comes from the piano and oh gods it's going to be like this, isn't it? Glitch gives Cain a look equal parts apology and hating the aliens. Singing will commence in three...two...

They haven't really been talking about food since they agreed to meet for lunch. Except for the salmon and fries bit. That was all about the food.

But, anyhow--

Wyatt listens, watches, and Tip in a dress, it is good to see Glitch like this - uplifted and relaxed and smiling.

--and about to burst into song, if the piano is anything to go by. He idly wonders if there's any way to dodge this, or if the mere attempt will mean he's pulled right into it.

He decides to do the one reasonable thing. Sit very, very still and just let everything unfold around him. "Mhmm?"

And you know those fries are getting raided with impunity. Anyhow:

"There's a man that works in my shop who is very inspirational. Strike that: I'll say sensational because he's just that kind."

Glitch goes on, about smiles and treats and music and as he does so he climbs over the back of the bench into the (empty) booth behind them, then...okay there is way too much choreography to explain here. Suffice to say that he ends up standing at the end of their booth by the time chorus rolls around. There is much expansive arm gesturing and the wait staff joins in for coordinated harmonizing.

"Bagrat, the Persian boy, brings me comfort, brings me joy. Oh Bagrat, the Persian boy! I love him, I love him, I--"

The piano clunks on an off-note, the cello from nowhere groans to a stop, and Glitch is frozen in perfect gump-in-the-headlights shock. Damn music, damn his own lack of a filter, damn his heart for never leaving anything half-done...and bless all of that because it's true. So there's a smile and a nod as he finishes:

"I love him." He pauses, shrugs, scuffs the floor with his toe and tugs at his hair. "But it's more...less...we need a handy word for stuff that's complicated and simple at the same time. It's Taxonian."

Wyatt watches, a bit baffled at first, then a smidge charmed, and somewhere along the last stretch he's grinning. Very near bursting into laughter, because, well, wow.

He pushes out of the booth, still grinning and kind of actually humming with chuckles as he wraps his arms around Glitch in a bear hug, and quite resolutely lifts him up for a spin.

The grinning gets one of Glitch's more mixed expressions, a little lip curl and nose scrunch a head-tilty squinting. But then he's picked up and there's a genuine squawk, and his arms go around Cain for security and his feet kick the air for purchase. By the end of the spin he's laughing too, a mix of elation and relief.

"All right, all right!" he declares. "I-I'm guessing you approve?"

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054 ± [visual / location: langwe & gale's] all our favorites were playing

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[visual / locked] gossipy teenage girls <3 XD

[visual / locked] they so are tho :3

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I've given up on filking the whole thing, use your imagination~

Oh my imagination is expansive :D <3<3<3<3<3~

it was either that or waiting another week as I tore my hair out XD