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America?

[With the departure of the monsters, someone apparently feels safe enough to have gone out wandering in the East, by herself. Bad Mare no cookie >( Still...]

[It's snowing again, and she's bundled up a bit, wearing, as usual, all blue and white. Her hood is down, though, leaving her long black hair to cascade down her back. The nearby fountain in the Plaza of Waterfalls is completely frozen, and the whole landscape looks like something out of a dream. ]

[The snow sticks to her hair and eyelashes. She closes her eyes and spins a little, arms spread as though to catch the sky]



[... and then, suddenly, she starts to sing. Which may be a shock to those of you who are used to her being. You know. Mute.]

( There is no cut ICly )

[She stops singing and just stands for a few moments, unaware that the city picked this image up, unaware that anyone is watching]

[... curiously, if anyone was in the city for the first musical event, you'll recognize the tune. After all, someone sang it before, though in an entirely different language...]

[ooc: music here.]

[In what looks like a corner of the medbay, Marrow's leaning over a makeshift grill, the sound of sizzling meat audible from beneath her face. She looks very intent on her cooking, when she starts singing quietly, almost mumbling.]

( Cut for unforgivableness )

[ Monday is working again, as usual. He's obviously taken some time to decorate the house; his workshop is also brightly decorated.

He looks a little startled just before he starts to sing quietly. The soft strains of a bass guitar and a piano echo in the background before he starts; his voice sounds strangely melancholy. ]

If I could make it rain today
And wash away this sunny day down to the gutter
I would just to get a change of pace
Things are getting worse, but I feel a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me

Well, Amy hit the atmosphere
Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter
And she's never coming back I fear
Anytime it rains she just feels a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me

We've waited so long
For someone to take us back home
It just takes so long
Meanwhile all the days go drifting away
And some of us sink like a stone
Waiting for mothers to come

There has to be a change I'm sure
Today was just a day fading into another
And that can't be what a life is for
And anything she said well she feels a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me

We've waited so long
For someone to take us back home
It just takes so long
Meanwhile all the days go drifting away
And some of us sink like a stone
Waiting for mothers to come

I wanna know, I wanna know,
I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know,
I wanna know, I wanna know
And all I really know is I wanna know
And all I really know is I don't wanna know
And all I really know is I wanna know
And all I really know is I don't wanna know...

[ The background accompaniment fades into silence, and he finishes the last few words of the song completely alone.
He sits there for a moment, and then gets back to work. ]

[The video clicks on, and Lelouch can be seen sitting in an armchair and reading quietly. In what might be ominous fashion, background music commences.]

Aah, an afternoon alone with one of my favorite books, Chess Gambits of the Grand Masters. No roommate to bother me. How could it get any better than this?

[Suzaku enters, shrugging off his coat easily.] Oh! Hi, Lelouch!

Hi Suzaku.

Hey Lulu, you'll never guess what happened to me when I was out for a run this morning. This guy was smiling at me and talking to me...

[dryly] That's very interesting.

He was being real friendly, And I think he was coming on to me. [pointedly] I think he might've thought I was gay!

( If you were gay~ (Cut not there ICly) )

[ooc: purple = Lelouch, green = Suzaku, CAPS= singing; For a bonus, have a Geass version of this song here. XD]

_{[Silence for a few moments before Wasp begins to sing, quietly. Way to go, city.]}

( Not cut IC )

_{[A faint click as the recording shuts off.]}

[Tony stands in his living room, one hand in his jeans pocket and the other holding a tumbler of scotch. He contemplates the grand piano that sits in a sectored-off space to the side of the room with a blank face. Soon enough he sets his glass on top of it, sits down, and awkwardly presses a few keys. He obviously has not touched the piano for a long while.

[Suddenly he turns rigid, like he's trying to resist, but his hands move over the piano and presses down for the first note with more certainty.

[Tony sings, softly at first, with only firm, solid notes on the piano in a beat--and you know, he's not bad at all.]

( iSing )

[The music dies out. Tony stops and slowly blinks.]



I should have expected that.

[ The video cuts in, the opening image being of Maria sitting calmly in an ornate white throne. Behind her, it looks like Heaven's Night has gotten a makeover- at least a temporary one. The lighting is far brighter, now an unfriendly clinical fluorescent and much of the furniture has been pushed off-screen. Behind her and around her throne is an array of Mannequin and Nurse creatures, all dressed in what look like pieces of catsuits or futuristic lingerie. Maria is smiling, usually a look of menace from her, and now is no exception. She wears a white catsuit and a long, twisted white crown and a pair of heels, also white, that look like murder weapons. There's a gentle electronic tinkering tune heard briefly before the song kicks in. ]

( more musical wtfery in here )

[Kyd Wykkyd looks mildly terrified due to... something. Before he can help himself... well. You got it. Musical time. Fortunately, it's a short number for him.]

I saw Tally kissing my Dadjet--
Underneath the mistletoe last night!
Oh, it gave me such creeps
To have gotten such a peep.
They thought that I was tucked up
In my bedroom, fast asleep.

[He kind of shudders.]

[Welcome to Repo House! Leslie is sitting at the kitchen table, and Pyramid Head is hanging out in his usual corner, rusting up the area.

A strange expression comes over Leslie's face. He stands up, walking over to the horrible, horrible thing, and pecks him gently on the helmet.


Music starts up as Leslie sits backwards in the chair and leans close to the terrifying Red Pyramid]


Penny for your thoughts?

[The Red Pyramid grunts softly, clutching tight to the Great Knife. Leslie continues in that dreamy tone]

You know...until now, my life has been nothing but a meaningless world of silly murder sprees.

But I always sensed that...something was missing.


[pause]


Love.


[The Red Pyramid gives a confused moan. Leslie gets progressively more excited, enunciating with hand gestures]

And I'm not talking about puppy love, either. One-night-stand love, or cheap love. Nah, what I'm talking about is....Oh, what's the word I'm looking for...



Ah. Yes.

( Cut for horrible, horrible singing )

[Saix is seen sitting on one of the rooftops of the Western District; in the camera point of view, it's easy to see the heart-shaped moon up above, almost looming over the Lunar Diviner.]

...

[And then. There are instruments playing. Saix's brow twitches.]

If you really think you're going to get me to sing, Nautilus, you have another thing coming--

[Saix jumps to his feet suddenly, placing his hand over his chest, where a certain thing should be.]

( AND THUS THERE WAS SONG )

[The lens focuses on Jazz going through what appears to be a mid-morning routine of circuit-su katas outside of the decorated dojo. His motions are fluid, likened to tai chi movements. Grace follows every movement, setting a strangely serene rhythm to his practice.

Slowly, ambient music begins to build, as Jazz's moves flow right into a rhythm matching the beat of the music. He turns to face the camera, sliding the brim of his headpiece down over his optic visor slightly.]

Gummed up, brain dead and can't decide
you can't pray enough, you can't hide
You can be cool or you can cry
Do it wrong
Not it all
Or do it right

No one owes you, no one's to blame
Save for bad genes or DNA
Ask your conscience the why and how
Do it then
Do it when
But, do it now

[Jazz starts clapping along with the beat, as a chorus of backup singers joins in.]

( Cut for silly lyrics )

[After the fade, Jazz stops and stares at the camera for a moment, then flashes a grin.]

Crazy.

[ooc note: Song is here!]

[The camera opens up to silence, and a dark figure sitting upon his bed. The three Caits sit around the bed, appearing intrigued by... something. The figure on the bed glances up suddenly, standing with a muffled fwoosh of the cloak as he begins to unbuckle it and set it on the chair.

He then pauses a moment, drawing a quiet breath before he speaks.

But... he doesn't exactly speak, per say.]

( Cut is OOC only )

[He pauses mid-step, holding one hand to his head in irritation.]

...

...what did I just do.

[Currently Aya is scouting out the borders of the Eastern District, where it seems that many of the monsters that’d arrived during the Lunar Cry incident had migrated towards. At the very least she is far from being unarmed; with plenty of experience at Bending and a shotgun at her belt, she’s more than well-enforced.

To which at some point, the ground begins to shake. Just a little bit, and only in her general vicinity. Enough for one to know that something big and nasty is on its way. Aya is immediately at her defenses when, suddenly, stomping across the border of the district and the Manhattan areas themselves... there is a strange sound accompanying the roaring thunder of the beast’s bellow.

Why do we hear music...?]

“...”

[Just then, we can see a giant T-rex’s head above the boundary’s wall. It stops for a moment as Aya stands there in expected silence, as if waiting for said silence to pass.

Of course, it doesn’t.

In fact, the T-rex turns its bulky head in regards to not just Aya’s presence, but the strange music as well.

All right then!

As it jumps over the wall, three things happen that don’t belong:

One: The song gets louder and more vigorous.

Two: Three green and singing critters begin bouncing on the boundaries of the wall, to provide backup for the aforementioned song.

Three: The T-rex is suddenly wearing a tophat, and begins to sing. And it has an amazing singing voice!

I’m fucking serious.]

( These little town blues, are melting away. )

[Lara sits on her bed, nearly sinking into the downy covers. She's engrossed in an old book with a decaying cover and yellowed pages, although if one looks closely at the broken spine they might be able to make out 'Beowulf' in lettering. Suddenly she looks up and holds the book to the side and drops it off the bed. As pages fly to the floor she leaps onto her feet and begins to dance to music. She sings with the rhythm before the actual words come up, and when she sings it is with an undeniable passion.]

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

( The rest of the song )

[The song ends abruptly, and leaves Lara standing confused and bewildered in the middle of her hall. She stares around for a moment before collapsing on one of her sofas, her hand rubbing the bridge of her nose irritatedly.]

Bloody hell...

[Well, it's evening in the Eastern district. A sleepy-eyed vampire is awakening in her coffin in Tony Stark's mansion. She opens up the lid and stands up, stepping out of the box and unaware that the journal has clicked on.


Oh, but wait. Something is different today.


Despite already having vaguely pointed ears - thank you, vampirism - Rip's ears have grown bigger, more elf-like, so that they're sticking up past her head.


Also she's in head to toe red and green elf costume with curled shoes and everything. But she hasn't noticed.


Yet.


Walking down the hall, Rip makes to turn a corner and bumps head-long into America coming the other way. Before she can open her mouth to yell - IDIOT AMERICAN! - she happens to glance up, and catches sight of a piece of mistletoe that hell no wasn't there before.

She opens her mouth again to try yelling, but what comes out of her mouth aren't threats or declarations of bodily harm.

It's her tongue.


In America's mouth.


Gross.]


[Thanks to Tony, now locked from both Captain and Major]