One More Time With Feeling
Characters: Marceline and anyone interested in jamming
Setting: Room 2-01 or floor 14, your choice!
Format: Prose but I'll match you.
Summary: She's put the feelers out for people to play with, and now it's just a matter of who will come join her.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any but if anything happens I'll fix this bit.
The door was left open, practically habit when she wasn't asleep now, or when her roommate wasn't in, and Marceline was kicked back over the bed, the axe bass laying across her lap as she idly picked at the strings. She wasn't thinking up lyrics, or really even playing a set tune; if someone came in she'd pick something but right now it was just a progression of chords. A warm up, in its simplest form.
A more public area would possibly have a better effect, and be easier to reach, Marceline figured. Plus she could plug in her amp and really go to town, legs slung over the arm of a chair casually as she threw something together, spur of the moment. She'd practiced enough, and all she ever did was play anymore, without anyone to drag her out for adventures. She was going to play as if she had an audience, at least while she sat up here.
Setting: Room 2-01 or floor 14, your choice!
Format: Prose but I'll match you.
Summary: She's put the feelers out for people to play with, and now it's just a matter of who will come join her.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any but if anything happens I'll fix this bit.
The door was left open, practically habit when she wasn't asleep now, or when her roommate wasn't in, and Marceline was kicked back over the bed, the axe bass laying across her lap as she idly picked at the strings. She wasn't thinking up lyrics, or really even playing a set tune; if someone came in she'd pick something but right now it was just a progression of chords. A warm up, in its simplest form.
A more public area would possibly have a better effect, and be easier to reach, Marceline figured. Plus she could plug in her amp and really go to town, legs slung over the arm of a chair casually as she threw something together, spur of the moment. She'd practiced enough, and all she ever did was play anymore, without anyone to drag her out for adventures. She was going to play as if she had an audience, at least while she sat up here.