Scaramouche has discovered (mostly through playing her guitar anywhere and everywhere she gets the opportunity) that the best acoustics in the bar, oddly enough, can be found in the fourth floor hallways. The actual bar probably could beat it out, but it's usually so noisy there's no point. The garage could probably beat it too, but... she hasn't ( Read more... )

When left to her own devices, Scaramouche is somewhat predictable in her choices. She'll either be playing her guitar, eating, sleeping, or some combination thereof ( Read more... )

There's one teenager perched on the edge of a table, her notebook set to one side with a pencil (wonderful things, pencils), bent over her guitar, picking out scraps of melody ( Read more... )

When she wakes up from her catnap before a planned night of music, alcohol, and... things that go with music and alcohol, she feels muzzy, and a little like her skull shrank a size when she wasn't looking ( Read more... )

It's easy to tell when Scaramouche wakes up. The first thing she does is to reach for her guitar, despite the conditions her hands are in.

And this song proves that electric guitars can be lyrical.

The stadium is still shaking when Scaramouche returns, pulling Fury in tow.

Thump thump crash

Thump thump crash

And then the sound merges into one rolling thunderous crash as the already ruined walls begin to crumble.

Even with Bert's motorcycle, it was a long ride back north, hiding from Globalsoft patrols and all along the way. It was worse than before - Scaramouche became a bit paranoid about checking the microtranseivers, to make sure they were only receiving information and not sending it away ( Read more... )

It turns out to be a pub. Scaramouche nearly whoops with joy when she hears the familiar clatter of glasses and plates, but her glee dies a quick death when she realizes this really isn't Milliways ( Read more... )

The trip was horrible ( Read more... )

Seemingly only minutes after she snuggled back next to Gazza, she was woken by frantic muttering.

Well. Muttering, and then shouting.

Mostly the shouting.

"Well, hello, Gazza!" He's sitting bolt upright on the mattress, but she's feeling rather happy and inordently pleased with life in general right now, and stretches lazily before sitting up ( Read more... )