[open] XI!AU KIT Post #1

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Who: XI!AU based peoples
Location: XI!AU (the information super highway)
When: post XI, more specific may vary by thread
Content: Keep In Touch. People contacting other people
Format: action, IM-style, email, cell phone texts, other communication stuff
Notes: Tag around, have multiple conversations, have fun. If people like this, future posts

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Net jam sessions (and interruptions of said sessions) and random keyboard smashing from furry paws are applicable as well

webcam;

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[ here she is tuning her guitar. setting: a few months after getting back to Japan and settling in. |O ]

Alrighty, are there any songs in particular that you're feeling today, Fuzzy?

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[Derrick is sitting in his room. All the moving boxes have finally been put away. He thinks about the question.]

... Maybe practice "Matsuribayashi" some more?

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Hey, there's a thought!

[ griiiiinning. she tunes her guitar a little more and then strums a chord. ]

Alrighty. I'm ready if you are.

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[Derrick gets his bass, and as he moves away from the webcam, the Posibun and Negabun that Gumi may or may not have sent can be seen.]

Okay. 3, 2, 1, go.

[He starts playing the first notes since this song has awesome bass and guitar in it]

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[ she totally got him the Posibun at least, with a note that it "reminded me of you". Jury's still out on the Negabun.

And she starts playing along with him! and singing when she gets to that point. ]

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[Negabun will be set when the brother who needs to reappear somehow eventually does =|b]

[Derrick's playing along, and his practicing can be heard. That is until...]

Derrick! Are you playing with that green haired girl again?

[He looks toward the door, though still playing. His mom's peaking in.]

........ Yes.

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[ abruptly stops playing and waves at the screen! ]

Hi, Ms. Williams!

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Hello! Now, should I be worried that you're sending my son things in the mail?

[She's totally joking. Her face shows it, and she's waving back at Gumi.]

... Mom...

[plucks a string]

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The Posibun has his hair color, kinda! See? [ points in the general direction of the Posibun ]

Doesn't it kind of look like him?

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Let's see...

[His mom walks over and grabs the Posibun plush and drops it on Derrick's head. She laughs.]

Well what do you know? It does. And with his hoodie, he looks just like one.

[Derrick frowns and plays a chord. That clearly means he wants to practice.]

Mom.

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See? I thought of him when I saw it! I just had to send it to him!

[ uh oh. chord. uh. clears her throat. ]

Ms. Williams, we were in the middle of practicing something ... do you want to sit in and watch?

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These must be Japan only. I haven't seen any--not that I'm looking at these.

[She does know she has a teenager after all even if he's a fuzzball. At the invitation, she takes a seat on the bed, taking the Posibun with her, and not waiting for Derrick's invitation. He knows she'll hear his playing anyways.]

[Derrick starts from the beginning...]

[... And the Posibun plush in his mother's hands is dancing to it behind him.]

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[ Gumi didn't catch it at first, since she was focusing on playing. It's only about halfway through the song that she looks up and sees the dancing Posibun.

From there, it takes a real effort to keep from laughing in the middle of singing. She goes slightly off key for a few notes before getting herself back on track, and there's a huge smile on her face as she sings. ]

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[At first, Derrick thinks that his mom's cheerful melody stemmed from her earlier teasing. He continued playing without looking at his mom... Then Gumi messes up a few now. That gets his attention. ... Why is Gumi smiling so wide? Is she still joking with his mom somehow?]

[He turns to see the dancing Posibun and stops playing]

Mom!

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[ and it's this that causes Gumi to finally break down into lots of laughter. ]