Sup?

[ishbalriffs]

I kept trying to get that radical Gate thing to pop up again 'cause my band has a gig this weekend, but I can't get it to work, so they'll just have to get Ty to do it.

So, like, I guess I'm stranded in this dimension and all. I better introduce myself for anyone I haven't met yet. My name's Malachi, but call me Mal, 'cause my skills are wicked.

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[screwurockets]

Ohmygawd. I LOVE your guitar! *almost bounces*

[ishbalriffs]

*instantly likes this person better than anyone else he's met so far* Isn't she radical? I just bought her - had to sell half my stuff to afford her, but it was sooooo worth it. D'you play, man?

[screwurockets]

*still oggling the guitar* Nothing like that. My cousin back home taught me some stuff on acoustic, but... dude. It's fucking shiny. Totally worth it. *nods in solemn agreement*

[ishbalriffs]

*takes the strap from his back and offers to let him hold the guitar, which is an honor untold* Here, show me some shred, I wanna see what you can do. Wait - do you know some place with a power outlet? You've gotta hear it plugged in.

[screwurockets]

Dude... *nearly turns inside out, taking it reverently and looping it over his shoulder, thinking* Well, there's home... We're kinda out in the boonies that way. *points, fiddling with the strings and playing a few chords*

[ishbalriffs]

*appreciates the care that Hei uses with his baby* Grim. Let's go - you won't believe how intensely awesome it is with power. I'd kill for an amp but they don't seem to have them in this lame-ass dimension.

[screwurockets]

*fiddles with a few more chords, glad he remembers a bit and isn't totally humiliating himself before handing it carefully back* Sweet! Yeah, most people should be out of the house right now, anyway. And, uh, not that I'm stupid or anything but what's an amp?

[ishbalriffs]

*smiles at the chords, because it's obvious this boy's learned folksy lame shit and not REAL music, but he'll fix that soon...* 's not your fault they don't have 'em here. It's this sweet piece of equipment that ya plug into the guitar, and it amplifies the sound. *takes his instrument back and slings it around his shoulders with practiced grace* Let me grab my shit real quick. *dashes off and returns a moment latter with a small, ratty, comprehensively dirty backpack*

[screwurockets]

No shit! At least you got through the dimension-whatever with the guitar. *kicks up the kickstand on his bike, walking it alongside as he starts down the road to Clara's* Where're you crashing?

[ishbalriffs]

Want to know something completely radical? It was this baby that brought me through. *he strokes the guitar idly, keeping pace with the blond*

...Various places. *he says evasively, looking away, his ears going red*

[screwurockets]

*eyes widen* No shit! How the hell's that work?

Aaaah, I get you. *smirks knowingly*

[ishbalriffs]

*animatedly* So my whole band had just gotten new instruments, right? And I wanted to celebrate the occasion, so I jump up on the table. But as soon as I play a chord there's this noise like you wouldn't believe, and this giant GATE just springs up out of nowhere and sucks me in.

[screwurockets]

*oggles* Dude. *laughs, grinning* I see what you mean by cosmic.

[ishbalriffs]

*nods with a look of sage wisdom on his face* Thus is the power of rock. You'll understand once ya hear it.

[screwurockets]

What's the music like where you come from? I mean, if you have instruments like that... *nods toward the guitar before laughing* Man, I hope Clara's out of the house.

[ishbalriffs]

Ahhhh *makes a noise almost as though in pain, though his face is transported* It's too bad I didn't have any records in my jacket when I got pulled through. I can't even describe it, man. It's euphoric.

Is Clara your girl? *he asks innocently*