3rd Pocket

[cuestickgenius]

[Action; Downtown; Afternoon]

[Sure is Droog in his Very Dapper Hat and a suit, smoking a cigarette as usual. The one thing out of the ordinary is the large, brown-paper wrapped parcel he's carrying, roughly the size of his torso - a little taller, a little thinner.

Oh, and he's smiling. It's a bit frightening.]

[Action; Outside 463 Stone Street; Evening]

[Anyone walking around the area will no doubt hear the brassy tones of what is unmistakably a mighty fine saxophone. Droog is sitting on the porch, jacket and hat off as he plays his new instrument. It's all slow jazzy things, like dark bars and shady deals, a casual walk away from the crime scene. Sometimes he goes to something faster, jazz and flash and hard liquor.

He doesn't seem to be paying attention to anyone else around]

[Phone]

Being a banker kind of takes all the fun out of casing a place. Not that money means anything in this dump...

My point is: any of you have any skill with musical instruments? And none of those new age punk things or electronic ear-piercers. Real instruments.

Barring that, who plays pool?

Comments

Phone

[moemoetentacles]

I play the drums!

[Remember that?]

[cuestickgenius]

No, you hit the drums.

[moemoetentacles]

Everybody at home always liked it.

[kingofshadows]

Ah, I fear music has always been beyond my meager talents. Sinking the eight ball is a different story.

[cuestickgenius]

Yeah? Well, one out of two ain't bad. Every time I stop by the bar, the drones are pretty much terrible at it.

Phone

[wheremakingthishapen]

[OK, who IS that? Dave recognizes the voice, but just barely... it's a fleeting memory, as if he'd only heard it once or twice before decapitating the person speaking with it. Hmm.]

New age punk things? Do you mean, like, screaming incoherently? Cuz that's not an instrument, just yelling. Barely counts as music if you ask me.

What I AM awesome at is DJing. Spinning the tables and making mad scratches (but not the universe-destroying kind).

[cuestickgenius]

That's exactly the kind of noise I can't stand. It's not music at all.

Phone

[sunbeam]

The balalaika counts, right?

[ It had better. ]

[cuestickgenius]

What's that? It sounds like a sissy instrument.

Phone

[ooeeooahah]

I played flute, concert and jazz band, in school. That was years ago, and I've not been practicing much. They did send it to me, though.

[cuestickgenius]

Hey, that's not so bad. [She said the "J-word". Droog approves.] Could always brush up on it... certainly have got the time to, around here.

[Phone]

[ukelelenogood]

Sorry, I only play imaginary instruments.

[cuestickgenius]

Then I guess you're only good for an imaginary audience.

Action 2

[noluckduck]

[Clover's in no hurry to get home, but even if she were, the smooth jazz would've stopped in her way regardless.

If Droog goes too long without acknowledging her presence, she'll just chime in:]

You're that mobster guy, right?

[cuestickgenius]

[He stops with a sharp note, looking up with annoyance]

What?

Action 2

[justdumbluck]

[Droog's music reminds Firo of something he'd hear in the Gandor's bar back home, and the wave of nostalgia is enough to make him stop in his tracks. He strolls over to the porch, smiling slightly, with his hands in his pockets. ]

Hey, you're that guy from the jar, aren'tcha? You're pretty good.

[cuestickgenius]

Hmm? Oh, it's you again.

[...]

Thanks for the help then. [He just nods at the complement and plays a few more soulful notes]

Action - 463 Stone Street

[surf_n_makai]

[Upon hearing the music outside, Kono goes to investigate. She's leaning against the door, just listening to Diamonds play. She lets him finish the song before she interrupts.]

You're pretty good.

[cuestickgenius]

I've had some practice.

[It's less modesty than honesty - in the time it took Slick and them to build a whole damn civilization, he'd had plenty of long hours to play. Heck, even Clubs got somewhat decent at an instrument with that long.]

phone;

[cueball]

I play pool. Quite good at it too.

[cuestickgenius]

Yeah? That almost sounds like a challenge.

Phone

[kinship]

I can play the piano, sir, if that's what you're looking for?

[cuestickgenius]

Yeah? Piano's good. What kind of music you play?

phone

[headfullofempty]

I play the oboe! And I also know how to play pool.

[You can go ahead and file both of those under 'shit you already know.' Deuce is so helpful...]

[cuestickgenius]

I already knew that, ya idiot.