The roof, Sunday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had spent the afternoon thinking about what Pippi had said about writing a song about the roof, so, since it still wasn't exactly cold out, she decided to head on up with her guitar and start working on her song, again.

She sat down with her guitar and as she tuned up, looked over the town and around the roof, thinking of all the times she'd been up here, and searching for inspiration.

One thing kept popping into her head:

"No emo on the roof!"

Hmm. She could do something with that. . . .

[ooc: ze roof, she is always open!]

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Then Nadia was up on the roof on entirely the wrong night for Walter.

He wandered up to the roof with a bottle in hand, after having made a trip to the weapons locker to ensure that his original set of rings were safely locked away. The last thing he needed was for someone to get their hands on them and become a self-amputee.

He wore the new set that Alfred had given him earlier in the day. The metal shone more than the other original rings' had. He'd get used to the subtle differences in reaction from them with a little time.

But that wasn't really pertinent when he saw Nadia up there with her guitar. He sat down near her on the edge. Distraction might be good.

"Hey. Practice time?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiled up at him, not noticing the new rings for the time being. "Trying to write a song. Pippi suggested I write something about the roof."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

After lighting a cigarette, he nodded asked, "I hope you don't mind if I sit and listen?" Which was more out of polite habit than because he expected her to tell him to go.

[nadiathesaint]

"Hmm, I don't know, it was going to be a surprise," Nadia teased. "Of course you can stay. You doing okay?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I have my usual remedy." He held up his cigarette, "Nicotine, alcohol," he lifted the bottle and waved it toward the open roof area, "and I came up here to do what I always do."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

After hanging out at the party in the common room, Pippi wandered up to the roof.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded to Pippi, not taking her hands off the guitar. "Hey, Pippi."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hey. Oh that's right, you're writing a song? I can go."

[nadiathesaint]

"You don't have to. I took your advice, I'm trying to write one about the roof."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Cool. Do you have a tune?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter waved to Pippi. "Hey."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hey.". Pippi said sitting down next to him. "How's my favorite butler?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"He's alright," Walter said, leaning his head on her shoulder. "Just thinking."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi put her arm around him and rested her head on his.

"What is my favorite butler thinking about?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy rather liked the roof. Fresh air and nice view and all that. And of course;

"You guys are kinda like the three musketeers you know that?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Can I be the funny one that's played by that guy who's in that other movie?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Wasn't he a pirate though?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Are you saying I can't be a pirate?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, can you?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter blew a cloud of smoke in the air and shrugged. "It seems that way sometimes, doesn't it?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy was only slightly envious of the friendship. "It's pretty cool actually."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Walter nodded his agreement and raised his bottle slightly as though to toast his next words. "We've been through a lot together. It's good to have people you can trust."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I hope I'm Harpo!"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

And now billy and his mun wishes the Marx Brothers had done a Three Musketeers movie. "That's someone else, but I can totally see you as Harpo."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi moved her hand like she was squeezing something and made a very convincing honking noise.