I got a song it ain't got no melody - I'm gonna sing it to my friends

[king_ofthemods]

I got a dance it ain't got no steps to it
I'm gonna let the music move me around
I got a dance it ain't got no steps to it
I'm gonna let the music move me aroundWeller on the jukebox, a stack of fashion rags, and one very hot cup of tea... It was a pretty brilliant way to spend a Friday morning. At least in Vince's opinion it was, and he seemed

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[unbound_vala]

The clothing box was being particularly kind to me today. The clothes, as usual, were plain, but I'd been given jewelry. I'm certain none of it was worth anything, but sometimes a girl just needs a bit of sparkle. I smiled brightly at the man who had greeted me and raised a hand to wave...causing the many bangles to jingle on my wrist. I had my hair bound up, the mass of it keeping the tiara on my head. I felt like a princess.

I would absolutely be keeping the accessories.

"Hello," I replied pleasantly. "What are you reading?"

[king_ofthemods]

Momentarily distracted by the sparkle of it all, it took Vince a moment to realize the woman had even asked him a question.

"Oh, I'm reading Cheekbone. There's more issues of this magazine than any other magazine in the world you know, seeing as how they've been publishing it since the invention of fashion and all. There's a new issue out every three hours, it's the most up to date fashion magazine in the world."

He flashed a grin and then nodded his head at her tiara. "I like your crown by the way, that's wild."

[unbound_vala]

He had captured my attention with the mention of a fashion magazine and held onto it with the compliment. Hunching my shoulders, I scrunched my nose as the smile on my face became nearly painful. How hard was it, really, to say something nice like that? Every girl likes her sparkle appreciated.

"Thank you. It's an old family piece," I replied as I took the seat next to him, likely far too close for human comfort, but how else was I supposed to see the pictures? "Every three hours? Are you being serious?"

[king_ofthemods]

"Yeah, it's delivered by ninjas," Vince said brightly, oblivious to how close she was as he held out one of the magazines in offering. "Not here though, here I get them off that shelf. Today it had my favorite issue though. November twelfth, two-thousand and one. The four AM edition! That was a great hour for fashion."

[endlessdel]

Barnabas jumped onto the couch, peering curiously at the dark haired human. He looked a little like he should've been a member of the Endless, maybe even his parituclar Endless but he knew she was throwing up in the bathroom and was certainly not in male human form. Or at least he hoped she wasn't. Delirium was a night- was unhelpful when she was in another form, though anything was better then when she got so upset she dispersed into hundreds of butterflies.

Barnabas wagged his tail before barking a deep woof in reply.

[king_ofthemods]

Reaching out, Vince patted the dogs head, his magazine forgotten in favour of the animal. His short attention span could only handle so much 'new shiny' (in this case 'new and furry') at a time, and everything else was ignored while he scratched the animal lightly between it's ears.

"Do you want one of my magazines?" he asked it politely. "I dunno if if will hold your interest, you being a dog and all, but I 'spose it might."

[endlessdel]

Barnabas closed his eyes as he was patted, forgetting his pride and intelligence for a fond moment of being petted. Barnabas bent his head and pulled one of the magazine infront of him with his teeth and barked at the strange human to turn the page. There was only so much an intelligent dog could do without opposable thumbs.

[king_ofthemods]

Vince didn't look surprised at all that the dog wanted to see more, and turned the page as asked. Tapping a photo of a man in a Victorian style three piece suit, he grinned. "Now that is nice, yeah? I want to wear something like that to that ball thing that's happening. You know, the ones with the masks and things. ...Unless that already happened and I missed it. I miss a lot of things now that Rictor's gone. I get my days backwards and things just happen," he explained

[polly_okeefe]

After spending the night away, I took the most direct route back to the Compound, and arrived around mid-morning, after the breakfast rush. After a quick meal, I again helped with the clean-up.

I saw the man curled up on the sofa, and he seemed engrossed with his magazines, so I didn't bother him. However, as I leaned over to take his empty teacup, he looked up at me and gave a cheery greeting.

"Oh, hello," I said apologetically. "I'm just cleaning up. You're in a good mood."

[king_ofthemods]

"I'm Vince," he replied simply, as if that would somehow explain his good mood to a complete stranger. As if his name alone were a reason for joy and smiles. And, well, if you were Vince, it was.

"You don't have to take my cup, I'll probably use it again before heading home," he said. "I'll tidy it up before I go though. Honest."

[polly_okeefe]

His beatific smile was a little bit disconcerting. "Okay," I said, backing away from his teacup. "I'm Polly," I added, just as simply.

[king_ofthemods]

"That's a nice name," Vince replied, turning the page in his magazine and giving her a thoughtful look.

Or, well, as thoughtful as someone as thoughtless as Vince could manage.

"Do you want a magazine or anything? I've read those ones already, and these ones are ones I'm keeping, and those ones there are the ones I haven't got to yet," he explained, pointing at the somehow disorderly-orderly piles of magazines at his feet.

"You can take what you like, so long as you can remember where they go. 'Coz I won;t remember. I never remember."

[broken_brushes]

"You're in a good mood," I observed as I plopped down beside Vince and craned my neck to see what he was reading. Some god-awful fashion spread that I instinctively knew he thought was fabulous. "Your hair looks good today," I added. Not the sort of remark I'd make for most people, but a requirement for Vince.

[king_ofthemods]

"Thanks," Vince said brightly, his magazine briefly forgotten as he fussed with his hair a little. "I'm thinking about cutting it soon. Just a bit. Make it a bit more spiky up top. ...Yours is looking good too," he added, reaching out to toy with Shari's hair.

[broken_brushes]

"Thanks. It's better now that the rain has stopped," I replied of my hair. Despite the fact that Vince was immediately (And unsurprisingly) fiddling with my hair, I knew better than to touch his without an invitation. "But I think almost everyone's hair was frizzy that week, so maybe I get a pass. You going to that ball tomorrow?" I couldn't decide if I wanted to bother with it.

[king_ofthemods]

"Yeah!" Vince replied brightly, his fingers falling away from Shari's hair as he grinned. "I've got a mask picked out and everything. It's going to be brilliant. I love masks and balls. Or at least balls that require masks... Are you going?" he asked.

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"Please tell me you're not actually enjoying this," Alec says by way of greeting as he stretches back into the couch, seemingly taking up as much space as humanly possible.

It just might be the first time since Alec's arrived here that he's been grateful that his hearing is no longer as acute as it'd been back home. At the moment, he's nearly wishing he could be deaf entirely.

[king_ofthemods]

"Wot?" Vince asked simply, blinking vapidly at Alec for a moment until it finally clicked into place.

"Oh... The music. Yeah, no, 'snot great is it? I don't mind though. I'll listen to anything. Do you not like it? It'll just play more of the same if you tell it you don't like what it's picked," he said seriously, turning the page in his magazine as he spoke.

[transgenic_alec]

Alec doesn't reply at all for a moment, looking from Vince up to the jukebox and half glaring at the thing for awhile. Because, somehow, he knows Vince is right about this one.

"Oh, I love it," he says, though it doesn't come out at all genuine and, apparently, the jukebox can detect sarcasm because the volume immediately rises. Groaning, Alec shoves the heels of his hands against his ears. "God, it sounds like someone's skinning a whale."

[king_ofthemods]

Vince winced a little at the volume change, then grinned. "Think of all the boots you could make if you skinned a wale," he said. "Not that I'm saying someone should skin one, but if they did... Boots. And a coat. And pants."