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[withloadedguns]

[Video Post]
[The image comes rising up out of the settling clouds of electric and electronic dust that seem to forever swirl around in the Network. Still, there isn't much to see--well, there's enough:

It's afternoon in the barn and the sunlight is streaming in as always, falling in golden beams that look more accustomed to adorning the insides of cathedrals more than the insides of barns. There are dust motes dancing in most of them and a few small birds go slipping through from shadow to shadow. There's darkness and hay and the raw wooden walls, and the sound of a horse breathing. The image shakes--or, rather, the device is shaken. Seems like it's been hung on a saddle again. It's quiet there--mostly. There's some soft sound in the background, rising a little...

If you know him by his shape or by his walk, it seems a certain Man is walking across the floor of the barn (stirring up more dust to dance in all that Baroque light) and towards the door--which he throws open to show the afternoon beyond the barn and all the fragile new grass and green budding things beyond. He stands in the doorway for a while, caught in silhouette unawares, looking out at the afternoon. He scratches his chin for no real reason.

And, all the while, in the background, this song is playing--quietly, almost dreamily, like someone's just fooling around with a guitar and the sound's drifting out from some open window somewhere... And yet, it persists...

After a moment or two, he turns around again and walks back to the Network device and the saddle on which it has been hung and the horse on which the saddle has been put. He comes up out of the shadow, almost taking shape out of it, and the music seems to follow, rising up again, taking on more shape itself.

And, at the last, he stands over the device itself, looking into it, realizing it's open and recording (as ever--nothing new there) and...he smiles at it, just as that music in the background reaches its crescendo...

...and he snaps it shut, throwing up those digital clouds of dust again, and sending the recording back into shadow and--]
[//video post ends]

[ooc: I'm going to inflict my Ennio Morricone obsession on you at every opportunity. Now, technically, this is a piece that's more associated with Angel Eyes than The Man, but...it's a really good piece. So I'm bending the rules. Also, for the record, at other points during the day, this song has also been playing. Especially when he's been riding around, doing stuff. Mmmm~]

Comments

Video;

[worldofourown]

I must say, you're one of the few people who seem to be enjoying this curse.

Video;

[withloadedguns]

I'm not.

Video;

[worldofourown]

Oh? Then why the smile?

[And, for Poncho-kun's listening displeasure, this 'song' begins thumping. LOUDLY.]

Video;

[withloadedguns]

This thing was on. Why not?

[boutant]

You look like you're enjoying this.

[ While this plays for him. ]

[withloadedguns]

No, not really.

[boutant]

Could've fooled me.

[withloadedguns]

It was quiet until now.

[Now that your music is playing...]

[boutant]

What, your music?

[withloadedguns]

Yeah.

[boutant]

And now it's louder?

[ No Name, just use your words 8( ]

[withloadedguns]

Seems like.

But it got louder before.

[boutant]

Mine's been changing all day.

[withloadedguns]

Yeah.

[His too.]

Seems like it does that.

[boutant]

[ Proving a point, the music switches. ]

Just like that.

[withloadedguns]

... ... ...

Yeah. Just like that.

[...not...sure...]

[boutant]

Do you actually know all the songs that have been following you around?

[withloadedguns]

No, not really.

Maybe one. Or two. But not most.

Do you know 'em?

[boutant]

Some of them. Not all of them. Yours don't sound familiar, at least not yet.

[withloadedguns]

Someone has to know 'em.

[boutant]

Maybe there's a music story in the City that could help. Stephen knew a few of mine.

[withloadedguns]

No. It's not worth that much trouble.

[boutant]

Well, if it ever keeps you up at night, it's an idea.

[withloadedguns]

It is.

But I don't think it will.

[boutant]

Somehow, I don't think it will either.

[withloadedguns]

And...you? Will it keep you up at night?

[boutant]

The music woke me up this morning, but I think it'll be a problem with volume instead of wondering what the song is.

[withloadedguns]

It's just until midnight.

[boutant]

Then I hope I don't decide to go to bed early.

[withloadedguns]

Yeah... That could be a problem.

[boutant]

I'm sure I can come up with ways to keep myself occupied.

[withloadedguns]

[...ideas...]

All right.

[what_the_flux]

[Well now some things are clicking. Impressively, he manages not just blurting out a "great scott" at you.]

That's quite the score the City's provided you with.

[withloadedguns]

[Impressive indeed, doctor. Not that, you know, he knows about it or how impressive it is.]

I guess I don't mind.

[what_the_flux]

[It's an accomplishment. And hello, Doc's got his own soundtrack? This starts playing for him, even though he has no idea what it is.]

Certainly there have been more harmful curses, at the least! Are you familiar with your selection?

[withloadedguns]

No, not really.

You?

[what_the_flux]

Not at all!

[Which he is oddly excited about.]

That looks like quite the place you've got there; I didn't realize there was anywhere so rustic in the City.

[withloadedguns]

[The things you never knew you never knew.]

Mm--it's not mine. I just borrow it sometimes.

Out on the edge of town, it's not too bad.

[what_the_flux]

Well, I may have to pay it a visit. Certainly seems like a pleasant change of pace from the City proper.

[withloadedguns]

That's...why I borrow it.

[what_the_flux]

Of course!

[Okay, now he needs to pry.]

Is that more like the reality you come from? Less in the way of overpopulation, crowding and technological advancement?

[withloadedguns]

Less than around here.

[The parts he hangs around in, at least. The cities--which he keeps well out of--might be different but technology would still likely be far removed from the City.]

[what_the_flux]

[Doc had a feeling. And is only growing more excited.]

In many ways, a far more desirable environment. Can I ask what the year was?

[withloadedguns]

[Yeah, he's gotten asked this one before.]

1875. Last I checked.

[ooc: ...Okay, full disclosure: this date is a guess based on this picture, but it might be as late as 1876 or 1877--but that depends on which Winchester rifle Ramon is supposed to have...and that I really don't know. So this date stands for now as a best guess. Please pretend it is accurate ;;]

[what_the_flux]

1875? Remarkable.

[He can restrain himself and not fanboy. At least, not on the Network.]

The City must have been quite the adjustment, then. I can certainly understand having a refuge of sorts.


[ooc: Ahahaha I AM SAYING IT"S ACCURATE and it's all within his fanboy years, so... yeah, it wouldn't affect how enamored Doc is at all.]

[withloadedguns]

[Fanboy in your own space, Doc.]

Mm--I don't think it really suits me. [The City he means.] Guess it's pretty good that I can borrow this place.

[ooc: You're awesome ;; One can only ever best-guess at when those films are supposed to be set--and it's always thanks to a date on a tombstone. Hmm...]

[what_the_flux]

[He's being very good and well-behaved!]

I suppose it is!

[But of course, since he is fanboying.]

If you happen to know, are there horses there available for use, if one were to be interested in riding and have none of their own?

[withloadedguns]

[All these people, asking about horses... He has this thing he does sometimes, where he sort of smiles and looks over his shoulder into the distance and then turns back. He's doing it now. It's an apt way to express his feelings (sort of).]

There's a few.

But with so many people asking for them, maybe there ought to be a few more.