The Boards, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Jono had brought beer in with him to the Boards today.

Was he planning anything big? Not really. There was the usual possibility that somebody might show up to rehearse for the band, and then he'd probably leave the stage open for a while so that people could just dick around on it, because he had reached that point in his slow descent into performing arts ennui, not helped along by the fact that he was still bloody exhausted after all of the blowing up and healing over and just generally having his powers dragged around in horrible ways by the island on Wednesday.

So yeah, the Boards were open. There was a light on inside going on late into the evening and everything, and he'd even put an 'open mic' sign out on the sidewalk, even if there was no way in hell he was going to try to tackle a ladder to get up to change the marquee today.

He was being functional or something. Lookit him go.

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Rehearsal!

[furnaceface]

For any band members who want to show up today and be, you know, part of the band. Bring music, share what you've got with the group. If nobody shows, Jono will probably just spend all day playing his guitar anyway.

Re: Rehearsal!

[rebelseekspizza]

"Hey, beer."

If you thought Dante wouldn't take the beer and then swagger over to the rehearsal area, you hadn't met him yet.

He sank down in a seat and began to unpack his guitar.

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[furnaceface]

//I know my audience,// Jono quipped, leaning back in his seat with his own guitar. He'd swap out for the bass in a minute, but he was still feeling fairly lazy today. //Hope I picked the right kind, though I suppose free surprise beer means you get what you get.//

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Beer's beer," Dante said, popping the cap off of his bottle while he held on to his guitar with one arm. "Whiskey'd be better."

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[furnaceface]

//Something to remember for next time,// Jono replied with a shrug. //Haven't done any drinking myself in some time, mostly just went with whatever was on tap in the pubs at the time.//

God, he missed getting all fucked up in a pub.

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[rebelseekspizza]

"If you throw anything in there, does it just evaporate or something?" Dante asked, tilting his head.

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[furnaceface]

//... Yes,// Jono muttered, wrinkling his nose. //Hell of a waste, really.//

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal was here, naturally. He was being a supportive husband after having involuntarily gone to sleep on Jono's emotional exit on Wednesday.

He'd taken over the piano again, and would be happy to noodle around with anybody else that would show up.

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[furnaceface]

//Don't want to,// Jono muttered, coming up behind Hannibal so that he could rest his forehead in his shoulder. //Be in charge instead.//

He wasn't really serious, no. But if Hannibal took him up on this one, he'd take it.

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal reached up and ran his hand through Jono's hair. "Is that what you'd like?" He wasn't averse to it, but the Boards was Jono's place, after all.

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[furnaceface]

//What I'd like would be to be sitting at home on the sofa with a cat on me,// Jono muttered, closing his eyes. //I'll settle for being here and miserable instead.//

However insufferable that made him.

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal chuckled and kissed the top of Jono's head. "I'll do the greeting and such, if you like. You can simply play your music."

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[furnaceface]

//I'll take it,// Jono decided, giving a lacklustre little nod. //I'll be back up to par next week, but right now I'm bloody done.//

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[onefootoutthedoor]

Oh, was there booze? Because Peebee didn't mind if she did.

She'd spent a decent chunk of the past week brushing up on Earth music of the past couple of decades, which had led to comparing it with several genres from her time period (mostly not asari stuff, though, ugh, nobody around here needed that level of boringly-cultured) and then sort of making a playlist that would, someday, make Liam Kosta proud.

And then she'd spent some time learning how to read what appeared to be the most common form of music notation here.

The upshot of all of which was, she spent some time noodling around on the piano, trying to figure out if she could accompany herself while singing.

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal didn't mind giving up his spot; he smiled and welcomed her in. "You must be Peebee; Jono spoke of you after the last time you came here." He held out his hand. "I'm Doctor Hannibal Lecter. It's good to meet you."

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[onefootoutthedoor]

"That's me," Peebee said with a nod and a quick assessing glance before she shook his hand. "You're the one who teaches the food class, right? Wishing I'd taken that one, too."

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[sharp_man]

"Guilty as charged," Hannibal said with a slight smirk. "Don't worry; I'm certain I'll be doing something similar next term, if you're still here."

He gestured at the piano. "You're teaching yourself?"

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[onefootoutthedoor]

"I wouldn't call it that yet," Peebee said quickly, because 'teaching yourself' sounded disturbingly like a commitment. "Just trying it on for size, I guess you could say. Who knows which one of these'll strike my fancy next?"

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Peebs!" Dante called, smirking at her from his spot with the guitar. "'sup?"

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[onefootoutthedoor]

"Dante," Peebee replied, and took a break from the keys to scoop up her beer and raise it at him in greeting. "Don't mind me, I'm on a grand tour of all the instruments."

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Have you tried the best one yet?" Dante said, leaving a short pause before he patted his guitar.

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[onefootoutthedoor]

"Nah, not yet." Peebee couldn't help laughing at his apparent affection for the guitar. "I might try it out eventually, but you and Jono seem to have that covered pretty well, so someone's got to mix it up a little bit, right?"

If no one was careful, she might end up with a set of bagpipes or something eventually.

Open Mic: Arrive/Mingle

[furnaceface]

There's beer. You know you want beer.

Open Mic: Stage

[furnaceface]

In case anybody wants to get up and sing, or tapdance, or whatever you want to do when there's a stage right there for people to use at their discretion.

OOC

[furnaceface]

Doot doot.