Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[furnaceface]

It was Ben's fault.

That was Jonothon's story, and he was going to stick to it like glue.

He'd pulled out his guitar, and his amplifier, and he'd staked out a spot on the couch, which he'd turned just enough so that he could watch the door. The television wasn't on, but you had better believe that his amplifier was, and he had a small arsenal of songs memorized for the task at hand.

If anybody was going to try to make use of the common room on the fourth floor today, they were going to have to do it at the risk of being greeted by their very own theme music today, courtesy of Jonothon Starsmore and his electric guitar.

Totally Ben's fault.

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[momslilassassin]

Oh, like Ben was going to miss this. He walked through the doorway, then grinned expectantly at Jono. "Well?"

[furnaceface]

Well, if Ben wasn't going to miss this, then he certainly couldn't fault Jonothon for trying to rearrange some Van Halen for the electric guitar, could he?

Because today, if you asked Jono, Ben's song was going to have to be Jump.

//Evening, mate.//

He'd just started, and he was already enjoying this. So sue him.

[momslilassassin]

Ben burst out laughing. "I needed that," he said, flopping onto a sofa.

[furnaceface]

//Long day, is it?// Jono's fingers kept playing over the strings, as idle-as-you-please, while he raised his eyebrows in Ben's direction.

Curiosity: Piqued.

[momslilassassin]

"I think Granddad looked at the calendar and realized that Parents Weekend isn't that far away," Ben said with a little groan. "So he kicked my ass in lightsaber practice today. Last year Dad beat him. I think Granddad took it kind of hard."

[glacial_queen]

Drawn by the music--and the knowledge that if she stayed in her room she would just brood angrily for the rest of the evening--Karla followed her ears up to the fourth floor and into the common room. Maybe someone would feed her while she was here.

"Kiss kiss," she said, giving the room a dispirited wave. "What's going on?"

[SP because game will start soon. But I will ping back everyone, I sweeeeear.]

[furnaceface]

Jono scrunched up one eye a little in sympathy, and kept on playing.

//Ah, brilliant,// he said, somewhat sympathetic. //Does he think he has some sort of point to prove, then?//

[furnaceface]

Jono did not answer that with words. At least, not at first. First, Jono had to greet Karla with her very own theme music. Which, fortunately for her, was not Yakety Sax, lucky girl.

She'd totally earned herself The Immigrant Song.

Okay, now Jono could make words.

//Music,// he informed her, in case she couldn't guess. //Meet yer new theme song, luv.//

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was bored, and felt like stretching her wings a little. ... Just metaphorically, honest.

So she popped her head into the common room, offering Jono a bright smile. "What are you playing?" she asked. Unaware that she was about to be serenaded.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Well, Alexander technically already had his own theme music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LmwgzRsdIQ)...

...Two themes, actually (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69M2iiI__XQ), although the second one was still in his future and was actually a theme song to be shared...

...but, that aside, he was really only just hungry and looking to whip up something to eat. Mmm. Food.

"Hello."

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny had no idea anything was going on. Well, she could hear the music, she just didn't know what it was about. She was just looking for sustenance, by which she meant food and not liquor (for once). "Mr. Starsmore," she said with a nod. "Having a musical evening?"

[furnaceface]

...Sorry Rinoa. Today, you warranted Spice Girls music. Because apparently you made Jono think of Spice Up Your Life.

He wasn't even remotely apologetic about it, either. After you painted his nails, you were going to forever remind him of Girl Power.

//Oh, you know,// he said as he played, //just picking background music for whoever happens to wander in, luv.//

Still not sorry. And he never would be.

[furnaceface]

//Evening,// Jono greeted, taking one look at the bloke who had just wandered in and jumping into the first song that leapt to mind.

Uptown. Have some Prince, your highness.

//Don't mind th'music,// or the words in your head, for that matter, //this is just a bit of a social experiment, mate.//

[furnaceface]

You couldn't see this one coming, could you? Really? Some Meredith Brooks? No?

//If you ask me, luv, all evenings should be musical ones. If nothing else, it keeps me busy.//

[ashockingbitch]

No Sex Pistols? No Rolling Stones? Jenny was hurt. Hurt, I say. She smirked at Jono and asked, "Coincidence of timing?" Oh, look, an apple. She liberated it.

[furnaceface]

//Hardly,// Jono replied, bemused. //But I mean it in only th'best way, luv.//

Really, he would have played the Stones if he was attempting to be at all serious about this, but this was some much-needed fun in the wake of the shittiest summer ever.

//How're you doing this evening?//

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall stalked down the stairs and into the room. The music was loud, and he didn't like it.

If it had been somebody's music player, or the TV tuned to some music station, he would have stomped over and turned down the volume. Instead, he was just sort of surprised to find...

"...a concert."

[furnaceface]

//More like a rehearsal,// Jono replied, taking an abrupt left-turn into something a bit more mellow as he took note of who was in the doorway. //I'd need a band for a concert.//

And so far, for his band, he had... Christian. Who had been a birthday present from his late girlfriend. Sort of.

[angelo_wings]

"I liked that," Rinoa said, unaware that she was being mocked. Was it mocking? Not caring in the least, here. "Very peppy. You know, you should do this at your store. Select music for people, and then point them to where they can get the CDs."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Whatever."

And this was Squall, trying to still be angry now that Jono was playing something he liked. Whatever it was. "You're still playing music."

He stomped over to the couch and flopped down to listen.

[furnaceface]

Oh, it wasn't mockery. But it was a statement, truly.

There was a difference.

//You suppose so? I've already done a lot of acquainting people to modern music since getting th'job there,// he noted. //You'd be surprised how many people don't only have no experience with Earth music, they have no experience with music at all.//

It was depressing, really.

[furnaceface]

//Are you suggesting that I ought to stop?//

Jono doubted it somehow, what with Squall's taking a seat and paying attention and all. But it was difficult to be certain, wasn't it, with Squall?

[ashockingbitch]

"Of course you do," she agreed, and took a bite out of her apple. "And I seem to find myself sober. It doesn't happen very often. I don't like it," she whined.

[furnaceface]

//I'd be more sympathetic, but I seem to have taken a forced vow of sobriety some two years ago, and now the only time I can ever get drunk is when there's a fellow telepath willing to let me ride their good evening,// Jono noted, wryly. //Sobriety is about as annoying now as it was back then, I must say.//

He missed drinking. He missed a lot of things. Stupid face.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I can't control what you do," Squall grumbled.

In other words, no, please, don't stop. Sure, he'd come down here to make the music quieter, but that had been then. Besides, he'd been lonely before, and now there were lots of people around for him to glare at until they went away.