004 ☥ ska me crazy

[socoolbrewster]

Well this could be worse.

[In the background, a creepy male voice and an organ are providing accompaniment; Ed seems more amused than anything else.]

Do you ever think as a hearse goes by that you may be the next to die? They wrap you up in a big white sheet, from your head down to your tiny feet.

...I could've done without waking up to Coldplay, but whatever. At least whatever's doing this has a sense of humor?

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[valentineluke]

Rather predictable.

[socoolbrewster]

[You want predictable? How about classical, which cuts in somewhere around the end of the verse?]

Yeah, well. I didn't make the playlist.

[valentineluke]

You'd think the curse could put a bit more effort into it.

'Elevator music' aside, how have you been?

[socoolbrewster]

Alright, I guess. The desert was kind of bullshit, but everything else hasn't been too bad. You?

[totallyinaband]

Sounds thematic, dude.

[socoolbrewster]

More appropriate if I were a zombie maybe, but hey. Beggars can't be choosers and shit.

[totallyinaband]

Guess so.

[There's some pretty loud garage-rock blaring in the background as Stephen talks. This song starts up as he's talking to Ed.]

[socoolbrewster]

[A snicker.]

Nice. Appropriate. And less obvious than what it could be?

[When the music wraps up on Ed's side it's replaced with something a little more upbeat.

Ed isn't even a little apologetic about this one.]

[boutant]

[ Here you go, Ed. ]

It always comes off that way at first.

[socoolbrewster]

...Wow. That's...original.

[It's okay. You can hear this in the background once it gets to a good transition point.]

[boutant]

I'ts not like I can control it.

[ Pause. ]

Bullet proof vests, huh?

[socoolbrewster]

Hey, don't knock 'em, I'm sure they're very useful.

[Translation: DUDE IF YOU ARE GOING TO INSIST ON CHILLING WITH THE CREEPS YOU MIGHT WANT TO WATCH YOURSELF.

Not that he cares.]

[iwasherefirst]

Sorta...stereotypical, innit?

[And this song starts playing.]

[socoolbrewster]

Could be worse; talking to somebody started up a song actually called Vampires, and if that's not a gimme I don't know what is.

Yours is very...inspirational?

[iwasherefirst]

Yeah? [That gets a giggle snort out of her.] Not very creative, are they?

It's been followin' me 'round today. Guess it's my theme music?

[socoolbrewster]

Could be worse things, I guess...?

[Aaaand about the time hers ends, a new one starts.]

Do you need to be told to keep your chin up or something?

[whattingawhat]

[Buffy is just giving you this look forever, Ed]

[socoolbrewster]

Can I help you?

[All the cocky smirking.]

[whattingawhat]

[Give her a second. She's giggle snorting.]

I think I'm good right now but carry on with the vampire posturing thing. Want a cape with that?

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[worldofourown]

~I'm not sure whether to cover my ears, or hum along.

[Says the man who has Phantom of the Opera playing in the background.]

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[socoolbrewster]

It definitely sets a mood?

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[worldofourown]

I trust, however, that you aren't eating toast smeared with pus. The City has far sweeter treats to offer.

action: after karaoke night with Ariadne.

[charring]

[Charlie is hardly buzzed when she gets home, grabbing a fast shower to wash off Bar Scents. At about 1:27, there's a knock at Ed's door and a Charlie who now smells like harvest spice shampoo is at Ed's door. Hair's still kind of wet and she's in a long-sleeve shirt and shorts. Waiting patiently and thankfully has processed whatever alcohol she consumed.]

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[socoolbrewster]

[He answers quickly enough, pulling the door open and stepping aside to let her in, and while the derpy smile's mostly worn off he's still in a ridiculously good mood.]

Hey. Enjoy your karaoke?

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[charring]

It was alright. [She steps in, barefoot and searching pockets for something to tie her hair back with.] Almost got up the courage to sing but damn the luck, the list was full.

[Charlie's certain she can't sing, anyway. Even if she actually can. And she's still in a good mood, too.] And there was no squealing. Just flailing and celebratory shots. In case you were wondering.

[Is it...is it time for hugs now? Charlie's not sure. It's Ed's call here, really.]