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[nostoppinglife]

All things considered, Moira supposes, her life's taken some worse turns. Ready though she is to get out of here, at least no one's actively threatening the lives of herself or friends. Rahne's not getting married on a mad whim and that whole day turned out just to be one massive mistake anyway. She's restless, but she'll deal. That part's been a

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[oscaroscaroscar]

"What is-" Felix began to ask when he walked in to the rec room only to confronted by an utterly bizarre cacophony. He meant to finish the question in short order, but as the realization dawned on him that it was probably meant to be a song, all other concerns of his seemed to fall away. He even forgot to be completely mortified at seeing Mrs. MacTaggert and just looked to her for an answer, his eyes wide and confused.

"What."

[nostoppinglife]

"I've nae idea," Moira exclaimed, quickly sidestepping to avoid knocking into him in her haste to depart. She had to hope that his not paying particular attention to her was just further evidence that the whole thing had been the same kind of magically-prompted misunderstanding which had befallen Rahne and George. "It won't stop!"

[oscaroscaroscar]

"That's to be expected from that accursed jukebox, but what is it?" Felix asked, still dumbstruck and torn between the urge to follow her to safety and the impulse to stay behind to somehow warn others away from it. Eventually, though, he figures he do that just as efficiently from the hallway and takes his leave from the rec room.

[nostoppinglife]

"I havenae the foggiest," Moira said, shaking her head, "an' I'm nae sure I want t' know. I've heard better rhythm from children with pots an' pans." Wary though it made her, she was scarcely surprised to see him following along. No one could be expected to stay put and listen to that for long.

[oscaroscaroscar]

"You've let children play with cookware?" Felix asked with mild affront, though it was nothing compared to his ongoing horror over what he'd just been subjected to. A man's crockery drawer was one of his most sacred domains, and as much as he'd doted on his children, there were some lines that just could not be crossed.

[nostoppinglife]

"Did ye never do so yuirself?" Moira asked, brow raising. "When ye were a boy, I mean, nae..." She waved a hand, dismissive. They had never been her own children, of course, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd actually seen anyone do that kind of thing, though she imagined she must have seen her cousins at it before.

[oscaroscaroscar]

"Well, I put together the odd after-school bouillabaisse, but nothing that involved banging things around," Felix said, entirely earnest in his confusion. "Though I assure you, if I had, it would have been with considerably more finesse than... whatever that was."

[nostoppinglife]

"Oh, I'm sure," Moira said wryly. "An' I think it was meant t' be music, though it's difficult t' be certsin." What little she'd caught of the lyrics hadn't made the least bit of sense and none of it remotely resembled a song, but that still had to have been its intended category. "

[oscaroscaroscar]

Felix shook his head soundly, unable to possibly express the way his every sense rebelled against the very idea. "Madam, Paganini made music. Rachmaninoff made music. Whoever those poor young women were, the noise they were making was anything but." Heck, he'd take country over that racket, and that was saying something.

[nostoppinglife]

Moira pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh, though mostly because she was inclined to agree. "No," she agreed, starting through the kitchen door, "that's true enae, but it's nae so offensive once ye dinnae have t' hear it." At least it couldn't be heard clearly through the walls, just a muffled, rhythmless drum beat under the sounds of people talking.