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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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"You can't really want me to sing, can you?" Warren was totally game for this, but he was giving the microphone a dubious eyeing-up all the same. "I could probably do pretty well on the... Uh..."

He squinted a little at the equipment set out in front of them. It had seemed like an excellent idea in theory, and even while they were doing the setup. But now that they were about to put their plan into motion.

"... Triangle? Why isn't there a Rock Band Triangle?"

Miley was bursting with energy as she charged into the common room. "Oh my god, Rock Band. I can sing!" she exclaimed brightly. Which she so could.

Then --

"Wait. Sorry. I'm Miley. Can I sing?"

There was quite an interesting sound coming from the rec room as Alexander (and, yes, the ugly cat statue tucked under his arm) passed by the rec room, and, perhaps foolishly, he decided to investigate things a little closer.

"What is going on?" he wondered as he drifted in an eye the strange equipment that, at the very least, he could recognize as instruments.

"... What is this?"

See, Marshall had come downstairs to play piano anyway. This... looked interesting.

Quinn poked her head in, eying the instruments. "Is glee club starting up again already?" she asked suspiciously.

Though there was some covetousness in those eyes. She might want to sit in on a song. Or three. You know, just because there was nothing on TV.

"Please? Sing? Take my microphone, I don't need it," Warren said, holding the offending piece of hardware in her direction.

Completely ignoring the fact that there were two. Somebody had cold feet.

Quinn flipped a hand to him in a wave. "Haven't seen you in a while. Ready to rock out?"

There was a touch of irony on that "rock out."

She was more than happy to do just that. It wasn't pink and sparkly like her own microphones, but it would do.

"Lemme guess," she said, sizing him up. "Not a big instrument guy. Wait! Oh! You're Warren! Hi!"

...Tangents were kind of her thing.

"Gaming night," Warren explained, looking a little out of his element as he waved his toy microphone around to gesture to the rest of the stuff. "We're going to pretend that we all have some measure of musical talent. It'll be great."

He was kind of getting to that point, now, where he was glancing speculatively around for convenient escape routes, in case he was extra terrible at this.

"Oh my god, there's a glee club at this school? I totally have to sign up."

Someone was bursting with energy.

"Aw, you don't have your initial stuck to you anymore!"

"Video game night," Warren said, very helpfully. "Trust me, it's a great idea."

He didn't seem so convinced himself. But it beat cupcakes. He knew that very well.

"Rock Band night," Warren replied, with an almost apologetic little smile in Quinn's direction. "I can't promise anything resembling talent or even rhythm, tonight. But at least it should be fun?"

Marshall stared. "A video game with instruments?"

He eyed the guitars.

"... Mock instruments? I mean, it sounds like fun, but I completely missed this."

Apparently, Warren's reputation had gone and galloped ahead of him without him even being remotely aware. He blinked, but at least made a quick enough recovery. He did kind of stand out, after all.

"Uh, hi," he replied, only a little awkwardly. "Nice to meet you?" A beat. "Miley."

Just like she'd said her name was, and all.

"And I guess I'm not really a big instrument guy, no. I've never really tried."

Alexander chuckled, meeting Quinn's wave with a nod. "I certainly hope so," he said. "This will take me back a little to Glee Club a bit, so I suspect I should hold my own. And yourself, Quinn?"

"Really? It's been out for years, when I'm from." A pause. "And where."

Thank you, Fandom.

"It's not really a bad game. Or so I've heard. This one, I'm pretty new to."

Karla laughed at him. Kindly. Really. "Well, I can sing, but I don't know any of the songs," she reminded. "Well, maybe some of them."

After all, Dinah had given her an ipod of music and there were roughly FOUR MILLION SONGS they'd just downloaded. Surely there would be one or two she recognized.

"You can try the keyboard?"

"I...see," said Alexander with a chuckle as he gave the instruments a bit of a skeptical look. "Is it truly a video game for singing? Why should you need a game for that? I'm fairly certain people have been pretending to have a modicum of musical talent with the aid of instruments for centuries, if not longer."

"Oh, I totally wasn't judging you on the wings thing," she hastened to clarify. "I met Karla this weekend, and she mentioned you."

...And the wings thing.

"And hey, if you need something easy to tackle? Try drums. It's basically just whacking something with a stick."

Someone didn't have a whole lot of respect for her hardworking drummers, no.

"Miley!" Karla offered the other girl a smile and a wink. "Hi, I'm Karla. This is what I look like when I'm not blue and hooved. Kiss kiss. And, sure, come in! Neither of us know what we're doing yet."

"Well, it... shows the words, and you get a score based on how close you get it. I think."

See again, how Warren really hadn't ever actually played the game. This was going to be a learning experience.

"If nothing else, it's better than trying to kill a night watching funny animals on YouTube," Quinn shrugged. "I sing. And I used to play piano. I may not suck at this."

"We're playing a video game!" Karla announced, giving Alexander a wave. "But I guess you can also even learn to play these instruments if you play a special part of the game."

But they weren't doing that, oh no. Karla was having enough trouble convincing Warren to sing.

"Wanna play?"

"Yes! Singing is totally my favorite thing. Caroline and I were thinking of doing a karaoke party, but Rock Band is basically just as cool, and it's a team effort!"

"The keyboard! It has... keys!"

Warren, stop that. You outgrew that awkward stage a while ago. Right? Right.

"Maybe I'll just try a little bit of everything, just to get it all out of my system? I can't be terrible at all of it."

Maybe. Maybe Warren would be to Rock Band as Karla was to baking.

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