Because deafening fun is the best kind of fun -

[twelvevoltman]

Allen should probably be working. But if he has to narrowly avoid another nigh-uncontrollable outburst of nerd glee at the fact that Jean-Luc Picard and Dr. McCoy and Mr. Spock are walking around the ship, eating the same sludge as him, breathing the same fetid air as he is, it's distinctly possible his brain will overheat. No, I'm not even

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[literaryloser]

Fitz can always be attracted by music, signs about music especially. He follows the noise, looking a little like a lost puppy. He stares up at the bloke on top of a house, curious. "Oi!"

[twelvevoltman]

Normally, the roof of the Gentry house is not flat. Which, statistically speaking, is probably why Irene is right in dragging him down every time he gets that look in his eye that says "I want to do something statistically pdangerous that involves putting an amplifier on the roof, maybe if I built it in to the -" but still, overprotective. The lady is overprotective. It's 'cause she loves him, and that gives him the warm fuzzies, but still. Overprotective.

(He might be saying otherwise if he'd programmed in a breeze.)

Allen plays on for a couple more measures before noticing the other guy, and he cuts his noise off with a shriek of metal strings before yelling (a bit too loud - it's cool, he'll get his hearing back in a couple minutes) down to him.

"'Sup man, play anything?"

[literaryloser]

"Mostly guitar." Fitz shouts back, feeling odd. "But I can pick up anything, probably."

"I sing." He adds, helpfully.

[twelvevoltman]

If Allen was wearing sunglasses, he would be lowering them now to scrutinize Fitz over their tops.

Wait, scratch that. This is the Sensorium. He imagines up a pair purely so he can do this.

"And are you now, or have you ever been accused of being, a dick?"

[acid_dissonance]

Soundwave, after passing by before leaving to find his keytar, suddenly spots this notice and scrutinizes it well. He fingered his condor. It can transform into an electric guitar. So that passes, so far. Wait. Why is he considering this? He has yet to find Ratbat. His shoulders slackened for a moment, turning--to see the humans. Well... would they consider a robot? What indeed is a dick to them? He tried to get their attention, strumming some chords in his electric guitar, amplified by the speakers on his systems and shoulders.

[twelvevoltman]

Allen turns around, matching his riffs to the robot's chords. There MIGHT be too many guitars in this hypo-band, if things keep up like this, but then again, maybe there's a market for the universe's first electric guitar human-cyborg-robot trio? It's definitely a niche.

"Gimme another!"

[acid_dissonance]

He relaxed, watching the human before strumming again in challenge to his exclamation of more. And then he watched him, curious. "...I still have yet to find my keytar." and suddenly, his electric guitar formed back into a condor and perched on his shoulder plating.

[twelvevoltman]

"You serious?" A keytar? Just when you think all the Transformers running around can't get any more awesome. "Find that thing and bring it back here! I didn't even think of a keytaur. Nice metamorphosing guitar, by the way."

[playsin_traffic]

Plays poked his head in, blinking. Whoa. This was different. But, there had been some nice guitar riffs and he wasn't about to pass up a chance to hear some music. He shades his eyes with one hand and peers up at Allen, "Bring on Pinball Wizard!"

[twelvevoltman]

Pinball Wizard is brought!

"Thank you, thank you! The band is now taking requests. I'll be here until Thursday."

[wolf_that_grins]

Wags whistles as he walks in, his acoustic guitar pulled out of his gymbag. "Nice."

[twelvevoltman]

"Wireless, huh?"

Allen unplugs his electric. "C'mon up."

[wolf_that_grins]

"I can play both. But I make cash by busking and an amp s kinda hard to carry around when I need to move quickly." Wags says, climbing up onto the roof thanks to an imagined ladder.

[twelvevoltman]

"I LARPed a vampire who was a busker once, that was pretty cool. I actually made money while playing a game."

Allen puts down the black electric guitar and imagines up a replica of his own acoustic. "Ever busked as a pair? I always wondered how that would work."

[nothawkingbird]

Kate stopped by when she heard the music, brightening considerably. She missed her cello back home at times like this. She noticed the sign as well, and grinning started looking around for the writer.

[twelvevoltman]

He's up on the roof, playing intently.

"'Sup?" he calls, when he notices her. Dude, it's Hawkeye! Awesome. "Play anything?"

[nothawkingbird]

Kate yelled upward, "Cello. You interested?"

[twelvevoltman]

His grin says yes!

"Only if I can electrify it!"