Hit the lights!

[nickidevine]

Who: Nicki and Sherlock! Or anyone else that comes by.
What: Play time 8D
Where: 2nd floor common area
When: Day two, night
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Nope!

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[i_never_guess]

Sherlock was still sulking after his lost competition against John earlier that day, laying in his bed with the covers pulled high over his head. He was only glad that whoever that roommate of his was had disappeared (he hadn't bothered checking his journal for any messages) and left the room all to himself. It wasn't that he really liked to be alone... He normally hated it, in fact, even if the person wasn't exactly brilliant, it still was enjoyable to at least have someone to talk to. Or talk at

[nickidevine]

Nicki just dropped whatever he was doing or planned on doing, and in a blurry flash he was over by the new boy, smiling brightly and giving a silent laugh. He did the same, trying to match Sherlock while he tried to match him, making up some random insane song. Classical and crazy, Mozart would have been proud (If the bastard hadn’t stolen some of his music)
He bounced around while he played, smiling wildly when Sherlock made a note that he thought was brilliant. Ah, it was starting to feel like his theater again

[i_never_guess]

Sherlock ran his bow up and along the chords, hitting the strings in a sort of mad, swift unison before plucking at them more like a guitar and then hitting it back again with the bow, as if rushing through all the notes he wanted to play. He was watching Nikki with a tiny smile on his lips, amused. And, quite as suddenly as he had appeared with his bow and violin, he cut the music off abruptly and dropped his bow down to his side.

"It's nice to meet you in person."

[nickidevine]

Nicki played a few more notes, high and long, then with the bow and violin in either hand, held the boys shoulders lightly and kissed either cheek “Tres bien! I’m Nicki, it is nice to meet you, you play wonderfully” He knew the voice right away, and he was glad the boy was no long trapped in his journal. That had worried him. He flitted to the other side of the room in a blink to put his violin away, and flitted right back

[of_my_tomorrows]

Victoria had seen the stage over the journal.

She had seen it, and she had to admit that she was equal parts concerned and worried, but she was interested as well. And really, when did common sense and cautiousness ever win out when Victoria got curious? The answer is never. There was a slight nervousness, though, given that the person who built it insisted that he was a vampire, but Victoria figured that, should she need to call for help, someone would hopefully be close by.

Everyone knew vampires weren't real, anyway.

Victoria walked down to the second floor from her room and into that floor's common room, trying to be as quiet as possible. It was quite a sight, and she paused momentarily just to take that in. And that was when she noticed the pile of books. She walked over to one and picked it up, starting to flip through it.

[nickidevine]

Ahhh! The theater was coming together. He was far too excited to meet people, and he was hoping for more that didn’t yell. He was next to her in a blur, moving faster then people could see “You’re the lady from my journal!” he said happily, he was obviously from the 1700s, his clothes said it all. He put his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her cheeks “Bonjour! Welcome! I’m Nicki” he dramatic little bow, and let out a giggle. He’s totally nuts “Forgive me, my last stage was much bigger” he motioned to the...thing..he'd made "I had a whole theater, in Paris. Very popular, terrible company though"

[of_my_tomorrows]

Victoria jolted and nearly dropped the book; instead, it slammed shut as she scrambled to catch it.

"Yes. Yes, I am. I'm Victoria Winters." she said, trying not to look too wary. She might have winced as he unexpectedly kissed her on both cheeks, though. But only slightly. Oddly enough, she seemed completely unfazed by his clothing. If anything, it reminded her of someone she knew back

Victoria tilted her head a bit to the side as she listened to him talk, but then she managed a smile. "If it was as terrible as you say, though, then why was it so popular?"

[nickidevine]

"Oh we were fantastic, I wrote all the plays, the audience adored us. Theatre of the Vampires, I called it” he said proudly, spinning alittle where he stood, and hopping up on the makeshift stage “But they were insufferable to live with. They’d crawled out of the catacombs, all of them, from some satanic coven. Crazies, the lot of them. Made wonderful actors, terrible housemates” He swung around on the stage, he always moved when he was happy, complete opposite to the catatonic way he went when he was upset