fandomhighdorms | Rock Band Party, Tuesday Evening, First Floor Rec Room

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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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Bobby... was mostly here because Sookie had insisted. And because he didn't want to disappoint Warren. It wasn't that this sort of party didn't interest him, because it did, normally he loved this sort of stuff, but, well.

With the way things were still kind of awkward between him and Karla, he didn't know if she even wanted him here, potentially spoiling her fun.

In any case, he was kind of... hanging out at the edge of the room by himself for the moment.

[ooc: YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I MODDED SOOKIE. Also I'm off to swim practice in like, half an hour, so expect mega-epic SP. Also, damnit, I miss my paid account icoooooons.]

"You have to sing with me," Warren informed Bobby as he made his way over to him. "Because this is my first time playing this game, ever, and if I'm making an idiot of myself, I need to know I have backup."

Warren was also very straightforward.

[SP YAY.]

'Making an idiot of himself' and 'Backing up Warren' were two things that Bobby had very little trouble with in general. But... singing?

"How come I have to be the one to sing?" he asked. "Couldn't I do, I dunno, drums or something?"

"Because we'll be singing together, and I can't play the drums or I'll break them."

He just decided out of the blue that he'd break them. Possibly in order to get out of playing the drums.

"What, you've got super-strength now?" Bobby rolled his eyes, not buying that excuse for a minute.

"... Well, notably stronger than average for my age, height, and weight."

It was the wings. See? It made sense to Warren. Yep.

"I might get carried away?"

Trying way too hard, here.

"Riiiiiight," Bobby drawled. "...I'm not taking off my shirt."

IT MADE SENSE IF YOU WERE BOBBY. AND HAD HIS PARTICULAR SINGING-WITH-WARREN EXPERIENCES.

"That's fine," Warren promised. "Neither am I."

His pants were going to stay on, too!

The shirt was debatable, however, because this was Warren, and this was his other-other superpower at stake, after all.

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Karla was laughing and flailing on the drums, probably looking like a right idiot, when she glanced over at the door and saw Bobby. She faltered a bit--not that anyone else could tell, considering the number of missed notes she'd racked up for herself--and glanced away, blushing. And then glanced back a few seconds later with a small, tentative smile.

If Bobby wanted to come in, Karla wouldn't mind.

[SP IS LOVE. LOVE FOR BOBBY.]

Well that- seemed like it could be an invitation? Maybe? He edged a bit further into the room hesitantly, giving Karla a nod of- acknowledgement? Thanks for not kicking him out of her party? Something.

Hey. Edging in was...good? It meant he wasn't just giving her a dirty look and storming out. So, yes, Karla was going to chalk that up as progress. So much progress in fact that she decided to take it a step further.

"Ki--uhh, hey," she said, stumbling a little over what instinct said should be Bobby's greeting and her self-consciousness argued was more appropriate.

"Hey," he flashed a quick, awkward smile. "I hope I'm not, um. Intruding or anything?"

"No, no, not at all," Karla said quickly. "I mean, free common room and all. You're totally welcome to stay. If, uhhh, you want to, I mean."

Maybe she should casually mention that she was about to take a quick pizza break or something? This way Bobby could play with Warren and Sookie for a bit without her intruding.

Darkness, this was even harder than drumming.

"You caaaaaame!" Sookie drawled happily, abandoning her foot-pedaling to run over and give him a kiss hello. "You have to sing. Warren's tryin' to get me to and I think we all know that'll only end in tears."

"I'd really rather stick to like, guitar or drums or something," Bobby admitted, grin forming at Sookie's greeting despite the awkwardness he felt being here at all.

"Karla and I are co-drummers," she informed him, and yeah, she was totally watching his expression to see how he was dealing with the Karla thing. She maybe hadn't actually talked to him about it yet, but she was prepared to bounce their bond into his head to get that chat going if she felt it necessary.

Normally he would've pointed out that it wasn't like he couldn't take a turn with the drums eventually- unless of course Karla and Sookie planned on staking them out for the whole evening- but since he still wasn't entirely certain how he felt about Karla at the moment, he just shrugged. "S'cool, then."

And now she was going to just go ahead and take advantage of that prime access to his mind. Sorry, Bobby.

<< Are you going to play nice with Karla? >> she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. << Please? She misses you. >>

I *am* playing nice! he retorted silently, frowning at her. He'd offered to stay out of her way! Wasn't that playing ni-

wait, what?

What?

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"They'll make you sing too," Tony informed him. Because he was a cruel person like that.

Bobby made a face back at Tony. "Why?" he asked. "I mean, I'm not as bad as Sookie or anything," oh yeah, he was such a thoughtful boyfriend, "but my singing's kinda a shower-only event."

Or when Fandom got weird and forced people to sing.

Or when he and Warren got really really drunk, stripped down to their underwear, and started dancing on tables.

"...I should have tried that excuse." Damn it, Bobby.

"Tch, Tony," Bobby shook his head. "When it comes to getting out of doing stuff I don't wanna? I'm pretty much an expert."

Which was really just a fancy way of saying he was... kind of lazy.

"I could always take the controllers apart..."

"You'd have to do it like, super-stealthily," Bobby mused.

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