TEST DRIVE MEME

[youngestone]

Test Drive Meme!

Scenarios:
> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. HOW FUN
> Arts and Crafts Fair. All the kitschy fun you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

Comments

B cuz Shou drives fancy cars

[ursoreckless]

[It isn't annoying if it's good. Shou stopped in the middle of his text-walking to listen - head tilted to the side as he tries to figure out just which song was being played. He doesn't look up right away, still texting furiously to someone on his sleek but in all honesty he was losing interest in his conversation.

Breaking up with girls was too stupid in this day and age after all, though this one wasn't the type that would publish a book in order to get back at him.

Snorting at the next message, he shut off his phone and put it on mute for good measure before turning to face the musician. He paused in the middle of saying something, frowned and shook his head.]

Were you playing here earlier this week?

[Not exactly what he was going to say, but he knew this guy from some where.]

[occasus]

[ Earlier? He's not really paying attention, a few gentle chords, fingers carefully and surprisingly graceful along the fret board, mulling over the question.

It's true: this guy's face rings a bell, but not quite in the 'you're the guy that bought me cigarettes one day' or 'I think I've smoked pot with you on occasion.' It's deeper than that, and Kei's reminded of a strange crawling sensation when his gaze sweeps over the other's face a second time, stopping at his neck.

Snap out of it, idiot. ]

You look familiar, too, na?

[ursoreckless]

[he has bits and pieces from the other - the names of people captured in a photograph, the understanding of what caused him and son to fall out, the feeling of time and space between a cheerful midnight party to a bitter dual among the ruins of an apartment building. but that voice went deeper - a song, a stretch of a lonely beach, flames paling as the sun rose.

shou sucked in his breath, feeling his blood pound as he tried to regain some control over himself. not now, he may not know about the network.]

Maybe it was in passing?

[occasus]

Maybe from some half-remembered dream. [ Keisuke's deflecting it--there's a bitter, sarcastic edge to his voice like he'd just swallowed an entire glass of Whiskey Sour, though his face remains carefully neutral save for the odd, slow blink. He's not sure why the guy bothers him, why he's taking a little too long to reply like it's some harrowing fate that they've locked eyes in the park.

Then again, maybe Keisuke's just imagining shit for the sake of making it a little more interesting. He stills his guitar strings but holds on to the instrument, still. His own lifeline. Something he can almost hide behind, metaphorically, and looks at the case expectantly.

You gonna toss some change in, or what? ]

[ursoreckless]

A beach party. [shou's not good at hiding all his emotions and the lift to his chin was more of a challenge than any response to keisuke's tone of voice. he knows him - a drifting, amused figure in too-big clothing leaning over to the girl in their group, whispering to her to smile.

a shake of his head at the guitar case, and he took out his wallet, crouching down and counting out several twenties. he had an idea, though this one might not be as terrible as some of his ideas.]

I'll give you a hundred if I can play you a song.

[occasus]

Jesus Christ. [ It slips out before he can stop himself, really, and Keisuke's brow lifts, but less in confusion than actual surprise. Well, shit. ]

I'm not afraid to kick the shit out of you. [ Not afraid, no, but terrible at it. Still, it's satisfactory enough to let the shorter adult hand over his guitar, albeit rather cautiously. ]

You normally just carry wads of cash around?

[ursoreckless]

You could try. [he wasn't a slouch when it came to fighting, even though he really didn't like to fight unless pushed.

handing over the cash, he took the guitar, handling it gently as he tested the strings. it had been a while since he held one, having been sticking to piano the past few months, but it doesn't take long to remember the fingering.]

Usually I put the office lunches on my cards and keep the money they toss at me. [though it doesn't explain all the money. shrugging, he then started playing the song that connected him to the network.]