[SCENE]: Daryan and Gumshoe in "Organ woes"
Daryan: *The night after Gumshoe's first lessons playing the organ, Daryan was sleeping in one of the cheap cots provided for cops that choose to work late or are working on high priority cases. He had spent the last several hours looking over evidence and was hoping to get a few hours of sleep before getting back to work. The police department is perfectly silent, a well-enjoyed bonus of working late to Daryan.*
Gumshoe: *Meanwhile, Gumshoe has been at his office, working as well--although, perhaps not as hard as a certain shark-like detective. He feels like he's had enough paperwork for the day and decides it's time to head home. He goes to retrieve his favorite green coat from the place he tossed it earlier that day, which so happens to be the pipe organ bench.* Hmm... *he stretches, working the kinks out of his neck and arms. Perhaps a little extra practice before getting a good night's rest isn't such a bad idea. After all, if he really wants to impress everyone at this year's Christmas party, he's really got to step up his game. He tosses his jacket to the side and sits himself down on the old bench before cracking his knuckles and pushing down on a few keys experimentally.*
Daryan: *A few floors below the Chief's office, Daryan turns over in his cot a bit. The sounds from the organ are not loud or numerous enough to jolt him awake, but he's not in deep sleep anymore.*
Gumshoe: Hmm... *his tongue slightly sticks out of his mouth as he tries to remember how "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" goes again. He really wishes he had some sheet music about now...not that he knows how to read it. He decides it's probably best just to hammer away and put his "natural talent," as Wright so cleverly put it, to good use.*
Daryan: *The shift from light tapping of the keys to hammering away did the trick, jolting Daryan awake.* Wha?! *He rubs his eyes and listens to what sounds are playing* What the hell is that?! It sounds like a friggin' cat being strangled! *Daryan gets out of bed and storms out of the room to find out where the noise is coming from*
Gumshoe: *of course it has not once occurred to Gumshoe that people may still be at work or may be trying to sleep for that matter, and continues to pound on the keys as if there's no tomorrow. There is no rhythm, there is no beat, it is just a jumbled mess of noise that loudly reverberates throughout the room, and obviously leaks through the building's thin walls. Despite this, he feels like he's getting the hang of things and begins to sing the song as best he can at the top of his lungs*
Daryan: *Meanwhile, Daryan has been going from floor to floor on the elevator, searching for the sound but finding out that the source is higher in the building until there was only one floor left: The Chief's Office.* I'm gonna kick the crap outta whoever is makin' all of that racket!
Gumshoe: TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE--STAAR--HOW I WONDER--WHY YOU'RE A STAR *it's been a while since Gumshoe's actually sang this song before, so he kinda makes it up as he goes whenever a lyric escapes him*
Daryan: *Daryan barges out of the elevator, looking for someone to hurt* ALL RIGHT, WHO WANTS TO GET A BEATIN', MAN!? *Daryan scopes around the office and the only person he sees is the source of all of the noise: Gumshoe at the organ* Aw hell..
Gumshoe: *is too engrossed in his playing to notice Daryan come into his office--but it's not like he could have heard him over the loud moaning of the pipe organ, either. He continues to play and sing, and have a very good time while he's at it*
Daryan: *moves closer to Gumshoe and starts yelling a foot away from the Chief in an attempt to get his attention* HEY! QUIT PLAYIN' ALREADY!
Gumshoe: *is still in deep concentration...which really does not happen all too often. Perhaps he's making up for all those years he's spent without ever being in such a zone. He continues to sing/shout in a tone-deaf manner and it's hard to tell which of the noises he's making is more polluting.* Pretty pretty little staaar~
Daryan: *When Gumshoe didn't respond, Daryan decided to grab him by the shoulders and start shaking him* KNOCK IT OFF, DAMMIT!
Gumshoe: Ah-wha...?! *Gumshoe jumps about a foot off the bench before sharply turning towards his assailant. It takes him a moment to realize who it is because Daryan's hair is not in its usual style.* Geez, pal! You tryin' to gimme a heart attack?! I thought you were a ghost!
Daryan: There ain't no such thing as ghosts and if they were, that...that..*tries to think of a word to describe Gumshoe's playing* GARBAGE posin' as music would have scared them off, man!
Gumshoe: GARBAGE you say?! *stands up in a hurry, hitting his knee on the underside of the organ's keyboard in the process. However, his anger numbs the pain and he takes a step towards the detective so they are face to face.* How do ya expect me to get any better if I don't practice, pal?!
Daryan: I was kinda expecting you to NOT practi-Wait, first off, when the hell did you want to learn how to play that thing? And second, why would you play at night when people are tryin' to GET SOME SLEEP, MAN?!
Gumshoe: I-I...! *gulps, forgetting his anger for a moment at the sight of the younger man's heated temper.* W-well I didn't want to put this old thing to waste, pal...! And it's too early for people to be sleeping! I-I just wanted to put in a bit of practice time before I headed home...
Daryan: *left eye twitches* Too early...It's almost midnight! Take a look for yourself!
Gumshoe: *glances at the cheap, old wrist watch strapped around his thick wrist* O-oh...! *scratches the back of his head nervously* N-no wonder it was so quiet around here. Did I wake ya, pal?
Daryan: *eye twitches again* YES, YOU DID! I was tryin' to get some sleep before I went back to what I was workin' on, man!
Gumshoe: *looks down at the floor as if he were a child being scolded by an adult* S-sorry, pal. I don't know how to adjust the volume on this thing, yet. *Suddenly brightens and looks up with a huge grin* Hey! But since you're up and all now, why don't ya have a seat and oversee my practice! You're a musician, ya know a thing or two about music, don't ya?
Daryan: *scowls * No, now since I'm up and all, I'm gonna go back to the case I was workin' on since that's more important than actin' as a music teacher.
Gumshoe: *looks a bit disappointed* Oh, that's too bad, pal. *Suddenly brightens once more.* Well, I've got a great idea! I'll keep playin' for an hour or so to help ya stay awake and concentrate. *tries his best to put on a tough face* We need ya at top shape, pal.
Daryan: *shudders at the thought of Gumshoe playing again and decides to just go home* You do that, I'll head back down now.
Gumshoe: *grins smugly* You got it, pal. *pats the detective on the shoulder encouragingly.* Give it your best, pal. We expect nothin' less of ya.
Daryan: Yeah, yeah...Whatever. See ya later, Chief. *Daryan goes into the elevator, trying to think who encouraged Gumshoe to play the organ, but he's too tired from his shouting match and lack of sleep to get a clear suspect.*
Gumshoe: *is not tired at all despite the hour, and waves cheerily at Daryan's back* See ya, pal! *He saunters back to the waiting organ bench and sits down before raising his hands dramatically over his head and bringing them down to form a triad of mashed notes, loud enough to wake the dead*
Daryan: *Daryan hears the music as the elevator drops down to where he was working before taking a nap. He walked in, grabbed all of the files and went back into the elevator, this time heading for the exit.* Either I need to get some damn earplugs or start working at home...