voice testing/torturing a new muse

[drsexymd]

[This song is playing over and over in the background. You're welcome.]

Someone help me.

It won't stop. I've been listening since she picked me up. At first I thought it was funny too but then it kept looping.

Is this for the Tuesday thing? Come on, Mun, you were laughing at that, I know you were - turn that song off, please, it stopped being funny a long time ago...

Dad - if by some minute snowball's chance you're actually still out there - I'm praying, right now. Ape-style. Get me out of here. This is unfair punishment!

[Disclaimer: not actually as distressed as he looks. As clued by the way he sits back after his little speech and begins unwrapping a boiled sweet.]

I could do better with my arms tied behind my back.

Comments

[arighteousman]

Talk about cruel and unusual...

[Sounds like Sam music. Well, drunk!Sam music. Something like that.]

apologises profusely for in-house 90s disco

[drsexymd]

More like trying too hard. If you really want to torment someone, you play this. [Snap.]

[arighteousman]

Oh hey. I remember that. Heh-- brings the junior high right back to ya.

[Were you trying to out-obnoxious Dean? Really?]

Chicks dug that in seventh grade, Gabe. I kid you not. [Don't b hatin]

[drsexymd]

You know, I never went to junior high. Seemed a little skeevy for someone my age. Ay.

[He pops the sweet in his mouth and gives you a sociable bob of the head. Of course he can't out-obnoxious Dean. In fact, he's going to pretend he never tried.]

So, new digs. Does headspace come with room and board?

[arighteousman]

Depends on the head you're in.

[The one Dean is in does some nice things for him. Some really, truly horrible things for him.]

Usually they come with mile-high heapings of humiliation, but once in a while you're thrown a bone.

[throwablanketoverit]

HAH! That's a funny song.

[drsexymd]

It's a funny multiverse, bugcat.

[throwablanketoverit]

[more giggles.] I'm Catbug! I like multiverses, cept when they hurt. [Flies up to eye level] What's your name?

[drsexymd]

Well - you've got my agreement there.

Feel free to call me whatever you want, little guy. I have many names. [Waggles his fingers playfully.] Or you could just call me Loki.

[moondragon]

That shit is stupidly catchy. It shouldn't be.

Here. Have something comparably better. My mun's hooked on it.

*Cain's eyeing that sweet he's unwrapping though.*

[drsexymd]

Right? [He bobs just slightly to the music as it starts, then grins.]

Well, isn't that just peachy. I like their taste. [He pulls out another piece, and swizzles the wrapper in his hands a bit as if deciding what to do with it, then nonchalantly tosses it your way.]

Good call, buddy. And it got the blaring bus horn outta my head, too.

[moondragon]

The game it's associated with is supposedly rather fun, too. Her brothers claim that this is the only "awesome" track in the game by comparison to the rest. At stage 2 of the whole game.

*She catches it, idly unwrapping it, then pops it into her mouth.*

That horn was obnoxious. A dog's squeaky toy would be less grating. *Then again, she likes dogs.*

Aside from that failure of a song, nice to meet you. My name is Cain.

[drsexymd]

Honestly I never played many video games. I prefer channel surfing. But what's one idiot box to another?

Likewise to you. And you can call me whatever you want. [He winks, attempting to mask the fact he hasn't come up with a good cover name yet.]

[grace_optional]

[Comes wandering by and says, with an oh-so-innocent smile,] Mahna Mahna.

[drsexymd]

Doo doo doo doo doo.

[Let's pretend no one noticed how disturbingly well he just hit the high notes.]

Oh, don't get that one stuck in my head too. It'll never come out.

[grace_optional]

Bwahaha! My evil work is done. [She winks.] But at least it's not the Hampster Dance?

[drsexymd]

We don't talk about the Hampster Dance.

[godsprophet]

[ Sorry Gabriel. He has absolutely no intentions of helping you out with your self-imposed torture. ]

I, uh... I guess it could always be worse, you know?

[drsexymd]

Well, I could have a mundane who likes Abba.

[godsprophet]

[ Wow, hey, this mundane likes ABBA. ]

No, that uh... That wasn't what I was thinking.

[drsexymd]

[This one does too. Joke's on you for once, Gabe.]

You had something in mind? My advice: don't say it. It'll probably happen.

[criminallyinsane]

Damn.

Not sure what's sadder. The fact that you're getting Groundhog Day'd by the 90s, or that it's probably the closest I've come to hearing a dancing beat in months.

[drsexymd]

Aw, ain't that a Greek tragedy.

Maybe you'd prefer I switch to some old-school Britney Spears? We can dye your hair and give you pigtails and you can carve up the dancefloor while I film the whole thing. Could be fun!

Sorry. School caught up with me in a bad way.

[criminallyinsane]

[she gave him a crooked grin]

Damn. Tempting as that is, blonde's not really my color.

that's alright! education comes first o/

[drsexymd]

I can arrange for you to be a redhead.