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ghostytrainer) wrote2012-08-25 11:39 am
ghostytrainer) wrote2012-08-25 11:39 am
prank #32 | accidental audio + action for the other house
[Sometime in the afternoon, there's a random audio broadcast from one "John Egbert." Judging by the fact that it opens awkwardly in the middle of some random piano scales, John has no idea that it's on. And why should he? After all, he didn't turn it on. That would be his Litwick's fault, who didn't really mean to either. But hey, accidents happen.]
[Between on-and-off sick spells as well as his inability to speak clearly thanks to the lingering effects of last month's breakout, John hasn't exactly wanted to go out and do a whole lot. Hence why he's been spending a vast majority of his afternoons (like this one) in the Other House music room instead of leaving the house to go train or work or something.]
[In fact, you could say that he is effectively.........homestuck.]
[After a couple of minutes of what is clearly random warm ups, John starts banging out a tune that absolutely nobody will find familiar, save for perhaps residents of the Other House who may have overheard bits and pieces of it during John's other sessions over the past week. It doesn't sound quite complete with just the piano, unfortunately, which is a bit of a shame but there's really nothing John can do about it.If only Dave were here to spin out some ill beats to fill in the gaps]
[For a while after that, there's just random key-pressing as John seems to be at a loss for what to play next. Barring the fact that the piece clearly needs another instrument or two; overall, John is happy with how it sounds and it needs no further work in his opinion. Eventually those random key presses lead into a possibly familiar haunting piano refrain. Halfway through, however, John changes his mind and switches to one that's slightly more haunting and likely even more familiar.]
[A few more scales at random before John decides that that is more than enough random composing and haunting piano refrains for one day.]
[It's time to play something fun.]
[He still has no idea that the feed is going, so until a message or a knock at the music room door distracts him, he'll just keep playing whatever random tunes pop into his head.]
[Between on-and-off sick spells as well as his inability to speak clearly thanks to the lingering effects of last month's breakout, John hasn't exactly wanted to go out and do a whole lot. Hence why he's been spending a vast majority of his afternoons (like this one) in the Other House music room instead of leaving the house to go train or work or something.]
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[After a couple of minutes of what is clearly random warm ups, John starts banging out a tune that absolutely nobody will find familiar, save for perhaps residents of the Other House who may have overheard bits and pieces of it during John's other sessions over the past week. It doesn't sound quite complete with just the piano, unfortunately, which is a bit of a shame but there's really nothing John can do about it.
[For a while after that, there's just random key-pressing as John seems to be at a loss for what to play next. Barring the fact that the piece clearly needs another instrument or two; overall, John is happy with how it sounds and it needs no further work in his opinion. Eventually those random key presses lead into a possibly familiar haunting piano refrain. Halfway through, however, John changes his mind and switches to one that's slightly more haunting and likely even more familiar.]
[A few more scales at random before John decides that that is more than enough random composing and haunting piano refrains for one day.]
[It's time to play something fun.]
[He still has no idea that the feed is going, so until a message or a knock at the music room door distracts him, he'll just keep playing whatever random tunes pop into his head.]
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[He cuts off with a frustrated sigh and snatches up his notebook. Why didn't he grab this sooner he's such a dumbass.]
well you made fun of my lisp. and wow that's a rude thing for a loving girlfriend/fiancee to do!
what else am i supposed to do aside from question your sincerity?
:I
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gotcha, i'm not actually mad.
i love you too.
[See look, the big blue heart he just drew proves it!]
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You truly are the pranking master, John. Why oh why do I always fall for that.
[[Mind if she sits down? Just going to set her journal aside.]]
So what all have you been up to, hmm? Playing the piano, I assume.
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damn straight. i wouldn't be the pranking master if you didn't always fall for it.
[He sticks out his tongue.]
you assume correctly though. that is indeed what i have been doing.
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Any haunting refrains you might be willing to share with me?
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maaaaaybe!
are there any haunting refrains you WANT me to share with you?
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Any you are willing to share. I would just like to hear you play.
gdi bold tags go away i thought i deleted you
Hmmm....
well luckily i may have something in mind for you.
[Setting the notebook down, he rests his hands on the keys once more. Hopefully Rose will find this refrain to be adequately haunting.]
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[John remains just as quiet, fingers gliding across the keys and eyes closed. His focus is, for once, not wandering all over the place as he concentrates on the keys and the sounds they make. It's almost as if he's possessed by the music itself...at least until the song ends.]