Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

It was a quiet night at Caritas.

Metaphorically speaking, anyway. Because one of the zombies had somehow gotten hold of a trombone and was now giving his best shot at trying to play it. He wasn't at all good at it, although Mike was mostly caught up in trying to understand how he was managing to push enough air through his rotten lungs to get any kind of a sound out of it in the first place.

Also there were a couple of toy reindeer skittering around the stage. But those actually counted for a quiet night, in Fandom.

[ooc: Open, no ocd!]

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[magnusrushesin]

Magnus was there for a nice hard cider and getting out now that it wasn't snowing sugar or anything like that. And now he was just staring at the stage. Then over at Mike. And then back at the stage.

"He's doing that because people can't throw things at him here, isn't he?"

[newroutines]

"Probably," Mike admitted, although he was shrugging all the same. He'd been here for waaay too long to try and understand the zombies. "He really is, like, super fucking bad at it, right?"

[magnusrushesin]

"Super bad," Magnus agreed. "I wanna tell him to follow his dream, but that's a real shitty dream."

[newroutines]

"Can't fault him for trying, though." No, he probably could have. He just didn't feel like it. Possibly because he was way too nice for his own good, sometimes. "At least it distracts from the Christmas songs."

Because of course that was what the rest of the band were playing.

[magnusrushesin]

Magnus made a face at the word 'Christmas'. Because it was a weird, fake holiday.

"When do those stop?"

[newroutines]

Mike huffed a laugh. "Not for another three weeks or so, sorry." Yeah, it was a tragedy. "I mean, I know it seems like they're already gone on for like a hundred years, but the season's only just starting up for real."

[magnusrushesin]

It totally was!

"Well, tits," Magnus said with a sigh. "Maybe I can hide until that's over?"

[newroutines]

"I'd say invest in earplugs," Mike offered. "Should get you through most public places unharmed."

[magnusrushesin]

"In the meantime, I would like several of your finest ciders to survive the... sad trombone music."

Because it was super sad, zombie dude.