Rock Band Party, Tuesday Evening, First Floor Rec Room

[glacial_queen]

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play. not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

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[wwiii]

Warren would have appreciated that, had he known. He could have conversations with seagulls if they came her looking for their redheaded friend, Ariel, but if it was insinuated that he was related to them somehow, he'd be pretty affronted.

"That's... quite the impression," he ventured. He also never wanted to hear that sound again.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, Warren! Miley was happy to share her impressions at any time.
"Thanks!" she piped up brightly. "I hear them outside my window all the time at home, so I guess I picked up something. Although it totally doesn't extend to ducks. Because when I did a voice-over movie and I had to play the duck, I -- "

She froze.

"It was for a class," Miley hastened to clarify. Which wasn't even the slightest bit true, of course. "We made movies about animals. And I was supposed to be the duck!"
Oops.

[wwiii]

Warren was kind of giving her the 'suuuuure' look, now.

"I'm sure you were a very good duck, Miley."

It was kind of cute how she thought that he believed even for a second that she wasn't in show business, somehow.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

Then Warren was quite a bit smarter than just about everyone else Miley had ever met. Despite her glaring physical similarities to a major public figure and the aforementioned show business demeanor, not even the genius she knew back home had figured it out, let alone anyone else she knew.
It was amazing, the things a wig could do.

"Actually? I got fired." A beat. "From the group, I mean. They kicked me out. I had to make posters instead."

[wwiii]

It was pretty amazing just what a jacket could do, too. People didn't see the glaringly obvious. Things like that were sometimes entirely too big to swallow all at once.

"... Posters for the school movie," Warren ventured, wondering just how far she'd take the charade. Not that he was going to try to break it. It didn't make mush difference to him one way or the other what it was she did for a living back home. "I'll keep that in mind, then, if I ever need a duck."

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Miley nodded decisively. "Definitely look elsewhere. Though I could totally hook you up with Kyle. He's the best in the business, and he works regularly with a duck coach."

Just... try to deal with that slice of Disney wackiness, Warren.

[wwiii]

"... There's actually such a thing as a duck coach?"

Warren was trying to deal. Honest.

It just wasn't working out so well.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"Totally (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkrQQ8dYQgw)! It surprised me too."

Which hadn't stopped her from emulating its every move for the duration of their three-hour session.

And the follow-up the next day.