Jun. 24th, 2012

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[personal profile] last_lombax
[The audio clicks on. At first there is just the sound of someone walking through grass but then the music kicks in.]

Every single night
The same arrangement
I go out and fight the fight
Still I always feel
This strange estrangement
Nothing here is real
Nothing here is right.

[The sounds of a scuffle begin.]

I've been making shows of trading blows
Just hoping no one knows
That I've been
Going through the motions
[The sound of something landing hard and the scuffle noise stops. Then there's the sound of a gun being cocked.]
Walking through the part
Nothing seems to penetrate my...
[The shotgun fires.]

I was always brave
And kind of righteous
Now I find I'm wavering
[More scuffling.]
Crawl out of you grave
You find this fight just
Doesn't mean a thing

He ain't got that swing! [A loud thud.]

Thanks for noticing. [Then in three part harmony.]

He does pretty well with fiends from hell
But lately we can tell
That he's just
Going through the motions
[A small rustling sound and then a soft whirling sound.]
Faking it somehow

He's not even half the boy he...oowh. [Thud.]

Will I stay this way forever
Sleepwalk through my life's endeavor

[A sweet and sexy female voice.]
How can I repay-

I dont want to be
Going through the motions
Losing all my drive
I cant even see if this is really me
And I just want to be...
[Another shotgun blast and a thud.]

[There's a silence after the song and the Lombax clears his throat before the audio shuts off.]

((OOC: Roles are as follows; Ratchet, Thug 1, Thugs 1, 2, and 3 singing in harmony, Thug 3, Sexy victim girl.
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[personal profile] gotthescent
[The sun is rising over Neon City and Apollo is sitting on the edge of the roof above the Hyperion's main entrance, looking a little down. Suddenly, he starts to sing.]
Cut for Youtube embed )
[It turns out he's a good singer, so long as the virus is around to bring out his natural talent.]

Huh? Why'd I just sing that?


Jun. 24th, 2012 04:52 pm
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[video comes on, with Touma H. Norstein working in his office, when suddenly, two familiar-looking wizards appear as if out of thin air.]

... What do you two want?

[Wizardmon and Sorcermon look at each other, grinning behind their cowls.]

And that's when the real show begins )

[and then, in spectacular fashion, they both vanish, leaving only a very confused-looking Touma... and a single flashing neon sign:


Touma notices it, and looks like he may faint]

[Blue is Touma
Purple is Wizardmon
Light blue is Sorcermon]
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[personal profile] fasternlightbot
[From a nearby table, the video clicks on to a certain red robot dicing things on a cutting board, and Bebydomon fluttering around the room. Suddenly, the little digimon starts beatboxing and the sound of cutting becomes part of that beat as Quick bobs his head and taps his foot. Spinning the knife once with ease before scrapping the diced food into a pan, he adds words to the music.]

Read more... )

[Finishing the song, Quick turns to his digimon with a questioning look.]

When'd you learn to do that?

You're just jealous of my bad ass beats!
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[personal profile] fortheempire
[A quiet rattle signals the turning on of this accidental video, and after a tiny bit a shaking something stills the table that the D-Comm is currently sitting on, giving a clear view of a certain blonde noble sitting in a sunny window seat, a book in his hands. He's a bit bandaged up here and there, still recovering from assisting with the Dark Area, though he looks otherwise healthy and well.

His partner, the one who knocked in to the table, comes in to view. He watches Ioder turn a few pages silently before clearing his throat.]


[Ioder doesn't respond, continuing to read.]

... hey. Ioder.


[Ioder still doesn't look up, but at least he responded.]

... people are singing.


People are bursting in to song. Kinda random, don't you think?

Oh. No. I'm aware. I heard some of it when I went to the bakery in Neon this morning...

[Ioder turns another page, looking distinctly disinterested. PawnChessmon gives a hefty sigh of irritation and goes to sit on the edge of the window seat.]

Does nothing phase you, kid?

I don't see what's so strange about singing. Music is an enjoyable past time.

Is bursting in to song at random for no reason normal in your world or something?

No, of course not. [another page]

... geez. Never mind. What're you reading that's so damn interesting anyway?

[And the last page is turned, read, and the book closed with a content sigh before Ioder finally answers.]

A wonderful, but terribly sad story. It's about--

Hey, before you get all... booky on me, could you just give me the short version?

A... short version... ?

[Ioder cants his head to the side a bit, turning his head to look out the window. After a short time, he starts to sing...]Cut for YT video )

[By the second chorus, Ioder is on his feet, singing loudly and passionately with the book still in his hand. The song ends, and there's a stretch of silence as PawnChessmon stares at him, and he stares back with a completely innocent expression.]

... you did that on purpose.

Did I? There is a virus going around.

[Ioder smiles a bit more, and if one were to look closely and quickly enough, they might just catch the hint of mischievousness there. He places the book back on the shelf and walks out of the room, picking up his D-Comm on the way out.]

(ooc: Naturally Ioder's voice isn't as deep as the lead singer's voice, so imagination will have to be used a bit here.)
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I'm starting a pool.

How long until someone sings that "Make a Man" song?

Keep your bets confidential, winner will get the pool at the end of this virus.
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[ It's late at night, so there really isn't much to see ... but, if you look long enough, you can see Konoha is awake and out on the balcony of the apartment she shares with his wife and their digimon. Patamon is nearby on the balcony with him, having woken up and noticed that he wasn't in bed.

Konoha can't seem to sleep tonight. It wasn't really that anything was bugging him, no, but more that he just ... couldn't. Thus, he had resorted to staying outside for the time being and cooling himself down, at the least. Maybe eventually he'd feel tired.

And then, words start to come from his mouth. They're soft at first; Patamon's ears perk up, and she looks up at him with a curious expression, straining a little to hear him. She wouldn't have to wait long, however. Konoha starts singing louder, eventually, and it's pretty clear that he's been struck by the virus. ]

Fireflies )

[ As his song finishes, Konoha sighs, then looks to Patamon, who's just as confused now as she had been before. She then giggles, flying up and landing on a blushing Konoha's head. ]

You have a nice voice, Konoha.

[ Konoha offers a sheepish smile, though Patamon probably can't see it herself, then looks back out over the city. ]

Thanks, I guess.

[ If he knew this had recorded, he would be flailing. ]



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