Oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give - but some things only God can forgive

[georgeous]

[ It's quiet in the hospital after this trial. Time passes and there are no notes slipped under doors.

The eerie silence reflects the horrors that have been witnessed today. More than any other week, there is a lingering understanding that there are thing regrouping and cooperation will never be able to fix.

There are 7 dead to mourn. No amount of funeral will bring them back.

The rules George has posted to the kitchen at the start of the week have been kicked over. ]

((ooc: This is not a week for any amount of partying, no matter how little, so here is the after-moping. Tell us where your character mopes, group together to mope together, etc...))

Comments

[relieable]

That's pretty cool though, right? [he turns in the stool to face her fully, interested] Bein' famous, writing your own music... That's badass!

[arebetter]

Heh. My title isn't wrong, that's for sure.

[relieable]

[he manages a grin now, looking less depressed now that they are chatting]

So, did ya need something?

[arebetter]

Nah, just... figured we should talk. Since we haven't.

[relieable]

Well, I'm fine with that! [no one knows how long they'll be here, right...] Why don't ya tell me a bit about yourself?

[arebetter]

Uh... I'm Pizzazz, I'm the lead singer for a band called The Misfits. I don't think anyone else's worlds have us? We're a punk rock group.

[relieable]

[whooooa! Punk rock!]

The lead singer! That's awesome. An' you play the guitar, right? Or, is it bass?

[arebetter]

Guitar, yeah. Or... Blaze kind of took that over when we added her to the lineup, but I still play. Here too, when I can.

[relieable]

My brother plays guitar. [he inhales slowly, thinking about his family again] I always liked it, even if I teased him about it.

[arebetter]

It's a good instrument. I mean... like any instrument it can be used for evil, but I like guitars a lot.

[ A brief gesture to the acoustic sitting next to her. ]

[relieable]

[heeey! There it is! Osomatsu gives it a fond smile, but then he looks upset again. Man, this trial was rough... it felt like all the gut punches just kept happening]

....You feel like playing anything now?

[arebetter]

[ She shrugs. ]

Sure, any requests?

[relieable]

[ooh, a request. Osomatsu considers, rubbing his chin. He wonders if she knows any songs from his world, but they were probably from different places entirely]

...Hm... Whatever's your favorite song to play.

[arebetter]

My favorite, huh?

[ She thinks for a second. ]

Don't know if I could pick just one, but I've been liking this one a lot lately.

[ And she picks up the guitar, and she plays. ]

[relieable]

[he's not heard this song before. Osomatsu listens silently, drinking his beer through the first part of the song. When she gets to the repeating part, he picks it up and hums a little. Only when she's finished does he speak up]

Thanks for that... you've got a killer voice.