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Rock Band Party, Tuesday Evening, First Floor Rec Room

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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"Not that I'm aware of," Warren replied, smiling crookedly. "And even if they have, I'm pretty sure nobody will be heartbroken if we pass things around and take turns."

"Awesome!" He smiled back.

And noticed the wings. No one ever said Marshall was always fast on the uptake. "Oh! You must be Warren!"

"Am I still wearing my welcome picnic nametag?" Warren shrugged and gave his head a small shake. "Guilty as charged, yeah. You're the second person I've never met to know who I am. I must be getting some kind of reputation around here."

"Sorry," Marshall replied, flushing a little bit. "It's just, someone mentions, 'Oh, there's this guy with wings, his name is Warren!' it sticks with you. I'm Marshall."

"Nice to meet you, Marshall. And it's fine, really. I know I kind of stand out when I'm not hiding them away."

Though, really, he kind of stood out when he did hide them away, if he was pulling out the long coats in the middle of July.

"You're fairly new here, huh?"

"I guess, yeah. Beginning of the summer, anyway." He wasn't actually staring at the wings, but he did glance over every now and then. They were cool!

"I guess I don't get out much, though."

"I used to be like that too, for what it's worth," Warren offered. An olive branch for the new kid who kept stealing looks at his extra limbs. Not awkward at all. "I kind of did a lot of hiding, at first."

And now he was about to play Rock Band in the rec room, and was contemplating hiding for entirely different reasons.

"Do you-" Marshall started. "I mean, I totally understand if you want me to shut up and leave you alone forever, but do you mind if I ask how they work? 'Cause normally I'd say that there was no way something our size could fly -- wrong shape, too much mass -- but then I was a flying pony this weekend, so."

He paused.

"Also, they are totally cool."

Warren sucked in a bit of a breath. Right, then. Time for the spiel.

"Massively increased muscle density, hollow bones, superhuman stamina, lungs adapted to ensure that I get enough oxygen in flight, and," he spread one wing, eight feet long all on its own, carefully, so that he wouldn't smack anyone or knock anything over.

More than large enough to simply glide on, without even bothering to flap all that much.

"A half-decent wingspan."

That. Was awesome.

"You probably get asked about this way too much," Marshall realised. "Uh, sorry. But those are some serious adaptations!

"So I guess now is the time where I stop badgering you with awkward questions and we make some music?"

"Way too much," Warren agreed, with all the patience of a guy who did, in fact, get asked that question far too often, and had spent more of his life than he would care to discuss, just learning these things. "So, music would be great, yeah."

Even if he still figured he probably sang like a massively troubled cockatoo.

"Let's see what we've got!" Marshall exclaimed, turning to the game and scrolling through available songs. "Ooooh, 80s stuff. What about... Ooh! 70s! Heroes, David Bowie?"

"I could probably fake some Bowie," Warren decided, after a moment.

So, Bowie was probably the stuff that his dad would have listened to. If his dad had ever been the sort to listen to music at all. It was a name that he'd heard before, so he was going on good faith that this meant that he could either fake it, or that maybe he'd actually heard the song somewhere and had just forgotten the title.

Bowie was classic! Of course, the cover version (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wJ55y5p7T8) that was actually in the game was a little disappointing.

"This... so isn't actually David Bowie."

"Well... no," Warren conceded. "It's..."

He had no idea who that was, with the terrifying CG Face on the screen.

"A game?"

That!

"Yeah, but -- this totally isn't the actual track or anything. Couldn't they have taken the original Bowie track? This is, like, playing a cover of a cover."

"Well," Warren pursed his lips a little. "There were probably some legal restrictions to take into consideration when they made the game. You have to pay royalties out the ears to actually use somebody's work, after all."

And, not that Warren had ever really looked into it, granted, but he was vaguely aware that creating a videogame was not cheap.

Marshall frowned. "But wouldn't it be just as expensive to get the rights to do the cover?"

Not that Marshall actually knew.

"I... really don't know," Warren admitted. "Maybe there was some sort of programming thing to take into consideration. Or recording quality. Or having to break it up into the different... parts? Instruments? So that people can fill those in with their own?"

Again with, 'Warren had no idea.'

"... I guess," Marshall admitted. "That sounds reasonable, anyway."

Warren shrugged.

"It's like anything else out there. There's a budget to work with, and they've got to cut corners wherever they can, or they won't make it."

This, at least, was spoken from a businessman's point of view. That was far more Warren's speed.

"I guess," Marshall admitted. "I dunno, it seems weirder to me that it would be more expensive to use something already recorded than it would to pay people to record a new version, but I guess I don't know very much about that side of the industry."

"Well, when you stop and think about who it is that you're paying... Bowie can't possibly be as cheap as some no-names who want a quick buck, in a recording studio that the place probably already has. I mean, music is kind of a common thing that all games have, right?"

Warren and calm, cool logic, once again.

"... True." Hmm. That made a lot of sense, actually.

"I wonder if there are any studios on the mainland looking for musicians?" Marshall paused. "... The normal mainland. Not, like, Regency London."

"Game studios? You never know," Warren mused. "I bet they post job openings online, though. Pretty much everybody does, these days."

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