The Roof, Tuesday night

[notmyownage]

Claudia's online guitar course was going well, but hot damn, were the practice lessons boring. After checking out her roommate's fabulous new hair that morning, she felt the need to flex a few punkier muscles herself. Things were too crowded in the dorms, so she'd headed up to the roof, a guitar tabs app loaded on her phone, to try out a new tune.

Advantage of punkier side: she only had to worry about transitioning between four chords. The Pixies beat out "Oh Susanna" any day.

[ooc: what can I say? I'm an eensy bit nostalgic tonight. Roof is always open, though Claudia is certainly not expecting an audience.]

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[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Hearing the music while visiting the ball pit on the sixth floor DON'T JUDGE Jack wandered up to the roof to see who was playing/singing.

Keeping close to the wall to the roof entrance and staying away from the OMG EDGE OF THE ROOF, Jack sat back and listened until it was done.

"Nice!" he called out. "Who is that?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia looked up from the guitar, wide-eyed. Holy crap! An audience!

". . . Are you kidding? Have you never seen Battle Group?"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Is that like... Space Battles?" Jack asked "Or Lightning Bug? I don't think I've seen that one."

[notmyownage]

"Um, wow, yeah, not even a little."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Okay, so I'm out of the whole pop culture gig," Jack admitted. "Can't tell me that I'm not the only one around here."

C'mon! He had to keep Eureka from blowing up every week. Who has time for movies?

[notmyownage]

"That, my culturally deprived friend, is the Pixies. And it's a classic. You're from a turn of the 21st century Earth dimension, so you get no excuses."

Except for Eureka. But Claudia didn't really know about that, yet.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Do I get credit for knowing who the pixies are?" Jack asked. "They're like little fairies."

...

"Who apparently sing."

No. Jack. Just shut up now.

[notmyownage]

Claudia blinked at him, wondering if he could possibly be serious.

"Not even a little."

Dammit, now she was going to spend all week thinking about putting together an educational mix CD.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he might need that if he's supposed to pass as a teenager.

"Do I get credit for liking the music?" he asked.

[notmyownage]

Claudia considered this. "Perhaps partial credit. What kind of stuff do you listen to?"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Um. Classic rock," Jack offered up in a lame fashion. "Stones. Beatles. No disco."

[notmyownage]

"Okay, I can dig that. A solid foundation for future rocking. It kind of makes you sound about forty, but other than that. . . ."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Of course he WAS forty. Mentally. But... it still stung.

"Well it makes me cool in a retro way right?"

No. Not really Jack.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"That's sounding great." Scully had waited until Claudia stopped playing to wander over, but she was smiling now, impressed. "I don't know the song, though."

[notmyownage]

"You know what's sad is I wasn't actually born when that song came out, and yet I still know it better than the stealth-old-person." Claudia smiled, her hand coming up to cover her mouth purely out of reflex. "I should have learned guitar years ago."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"I was more interested in avoiding Mulder's taste in rockabilly, and listening to jazz, if that came out near the time you were born." Scully leaned against the rail around the roof, and smiled, looking up at the stars before looking back at Claudia. It was a little sadder when she caught Claudia hiding her teeth again. "Mulder says hi, by the way. He was sorry to miss you this weekend. Why didn't you learn guitar earlier?"

[notmyownage]

"I dunno. I was too busy trying to bust Joshua out of interdimensional limbo, I guess. And, you know, living here." She shrugged. "I missed him, too. But Artie was all 'what? You want to fraternize with other people's family members instead of doing inventory?! I have crazy objects for you to try to repair!'"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"That'll do it." Scully looked at her fingernails and grimaced. Things that would make even piano difficult. "How is the cranky and slightly insane commander of the collection of craziness?"

[notmyownage]

"Still cranky and slightly insane. But he didn't kill me for nearly destroying the Warehouse with possibly sentient silly-string. I think he was in a good mood."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Sentient silly-string?" Scully blinked, taken aback. Even remembering the killer dodge balls. "That's not even... how..?"

[notmyownage]

"I've learned to stop asking that question. You find it doesn't matter as much as 'ack, make it let go and stop dragging me towards the giant gear'."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Yes, very much yes, that," Scully said, sounding disturbed. "Do you even have a panic button if something is going wrong in there that you can hit?"

[notmyownage]

"Yeah, I was only in the gooery because, like, the whole Warehouse turned on its own panic button."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Of course it did." Scully made a face. "But you still like working there, don't you." It wasn't actually a question.

[notmyownage]

"It'd be way cooler if they started letting me go on missions, but . . . yeah. And, hey, before you go all protective mama bear on me, it's not like you're not totally down for getting back to your dangerous FBI lifestyle."