She read it. "Huh. It says 'Musicians and concertmaster/mistresses wanted. Must be able to read music or otherwise be able to learn by ear.' I can read music, and I was in an orchestra for a few years."

((more soon))

Noman stepped out of the bathroom, having finally scraped the last of the glitter off of his body and clothes. (The terrible thing about Mary Sue glitter is that, just like real glitter, it gets stuck everywhere, in places unknown and unfathomable to common, decent pollutants.) Shaking himself off, he wandered about the RC, noticing Winfrey bobbing her head and chirping along to something. She was doing a pretty decent job, making long whistling calls and trills easily as she spun a screwdriver in one hand, holding a glass of mixed Bleepka and orange juice in the other.

Noman sat down next to Winfrey, and she turned to face him, placing her screwdriver in a drawer and taking a long sip of her drink, which was confusingly also called a screwdriver.

"What're you singing?" Noman asked, unfamiliar.

"Tintin On The Moon, sorta," Winfrey said back, "hard to get the Noisemaker's mix down while chirping it."

"I saw a poster for some sorta... music festival, from out and around HQ."

"Oh, should we go?" Winfrey asked, "I'm a pretty good singer."

"Well, last time, someone messed with the sheet music and replaced it with the Brown Note. But hey, I'll pack some fresh pants and a shower-in-a-can just in case."

Winfrey winced and spluttered, ending her chirping performance. Noman casually noted Chrysostom's 11th Discourse opened on Winfrey's tablet computer, alongside her music playlist. He tipped his head at her.

"Huh. X-CEED's Flip-Flap next to Poor Man's Poison's Providence? Next to an hour of Bach, Handel, and Shostakovich?"

"Like you are one to talk about weird music taste! Ready To Die has no business being in the same playlist as Glorious Morning!"

"You're reading fanfic right now about how..." Noman squinted (baffling Winfrey, as Noman lacked eyes to squint with) at Winfrey's notes "...Hector survived the Trojan War, and how Troy won the war in truth?"

"I-It's not fanfiction, it's a historical debate!"

Noman casually turned to face the reader, leaving Winfrey utterly baffled.

"You know, I think we've drifted off course," he said.

"Who are you talking to?"

"You'll get it, later."

Winfrey sighed, clearing her throat again as she began to try and sing once more. This time, just to spite Noman, she was singing the opening theme to Barney & Friends.

His screams brought her some small comfort.

My Drama Club/Thespian Troupe is performing Grease and one of the members has been carrying around a guitar and randomly playing songs (he once play "Seven Nations Army" while we were waiting for everyone to arrive at a meeting).

It's kinda funny at times.

And, because of him, I was thinking about making an agent play guitar.

-kA

(I'll make an intro RP post soon. I'm just busy right now.)

(Very quick bios 'cause these two are new) Carlisle - Grumpy, formal forty-year-old human. Mina - Cheerful fifteen-year-old ex-Sue. Tends to overuse punctuation.

Mina shoved the pamphlet in Carlisle's face. "Look!" she said. There's a PPC orchestra. Can we join? Now? Please???"

Carlisle sighed and took the pamphlet from her. "It says that you need some sort of musical experience to join. And your guitar playing isn't, er, something that needs to be shared. Nor is it orchestral, for that matter. Now, please stop the barrage of question marks. I'm simply choosing to not accompany you."

"Fine!" Mina said. "Then I'm going by myself." She turned towards her (slightly sparkly) room to find the instrument in question.

Thoughts, anyone?

Spensor plays the cymbals and is quite irritating with them during rehearsal. Phil plays the piccolo and is the usual target of Spensor's antics.

Anyone can start an RP! Use the Other Board so the RP thread doesn't eat the main Board if it gets big.

I'll admit I don't quite see how an orchestra RP would work, but I don't have to. {= )

~Neshomeh is in the choir, see you for "O Fortuna"!

“A PPC orchestra?” Diamond squinted at the pamphlet that had been slid under the door of RC 2314. “Why would the PPC need an orchestra?” She winced at the idea already forming in her head. “All those not musically trained mortals…ugh. They will be in need of me.”

Her partner looked up from re-reading ‘The Return of the King’ for the umpteenth time. “An orchestra in the PPC with you singing opera.” She paused. “Do death metal screams count as orchestral music? ‘Cause I can do a decent one and I feel like it would fit nicely.”

“… You are a disgrace to all things musical.”

“My music counts as music, just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean…”

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In RC 6, a similar argument was brewing, although it was broken periodically by what sounded like a dying duck trying to be a pig.

“No, Quinn, you are not trying out for the orchestra, especially not with that!” Doom gestured vehemently at what Thalia was attempting to tune.

Thalia stuck out her lower lip. “And what’s wrong with my kazoo?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

Rebecca Buch plays violin. She plays first violin, specifically. She especially likes to play folk music, especially Irish folk music and jigs. She would play rock'n'roll if she knew any. She is generally friendly with most of the people in the orchestra, and wants to learn guitar and/or ukulele someday if she ever has time to pick up an instrument. Or maybe she'll just go back and do piano, shich she started learning but switched over to violin. She also likes to sing.