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Cormac stared at Kodie in utter horror, as though he'd never experienced anything in his life quite so harrowing as her botched attempt at an Irish accent. "That... I-- what--" he sputtered uselessly. "That's... that's not right. That's not even wrong. That's so fundamentally off the mark it can't even..." He trailed off, as though his mind had been simply shattered by the horrors he'd just been privy to. Izzie glanced at him over the pages of her book, eyebrow raised, before shaking her head ruefully and turning her attention back to the novel before her.

At least he seemed to have handily recovered by the time Craig came swaggering over, the lady he'd been chatting up at the bar at his side. "So, what'd I miss?" he asked, all grins and smiles.

"Cho saved the whole damn planet," Kodie explained, quite self-evidently, Cormac thought, but Craig still had the audacity to look puzzled by it. Shaking his head as though he'd never seen such foolishness, Cormy castigated the poor guitarist, "For fuck sake, man, stick with the program. Saved the whole damn planet and you got the nerve to act like it ain't even shit."

"Seriously," Izzie chided without glancing up from her book.








"Now this is some bullshit."

With every note Izzie played for the initial soundcheck, her mood seemed only to grow fouler and fouler. Then again, with every note she played, the sound seemed to get shittier and shittier, to the point that she was about ready to throw down her guitar and march over to the sound booth to knock out whatever numbskull had been entrusted with her band's sound and take care of it herself. Couldn't make out a fucking thing-- and with a band that spent 50% of its time in full speed ahead blasting mode, clarity was kind of a big fucking deal.

"Whoever gave that person a job oughta be shot," she grunted to her bandmates, turning to face them with a scowl on her face. "Kodie, if that idiot's got your bass sounding like mud, don't be afraid to head down there and cause some brain damage. You might actually knock some sense int--"

That was when it happened-- the lights overhead aligned at just the right moment towards the back of the venue, just as Izzie had begun to turn away from the rest of the band and back towards the crowd. She stopped short, and blinked, but the light had already passed, and the crowd was reduced once again to a faceless mass. She blinked again, and scowled. "Great, now I'm going goddamn senile," she groused under her breath. "Seeing my own face in the crowd..." She shook her head and sighed. "Let's just get this show over with."







"What the hell happened?"

Alex's unusually brazen show of shock was rather at odds with the clear lack of concern on display in Lestari's grinning face as she returned to Legion's merch table. Fresh out of the mosh pits, a companionable arm slung over Chris's shoulders, she seemed quite pleased with Sturm's set, the steady current of sanguine streaming freely from her nose notwithstanding.

I fell, Lestari signed rather self-evidently as she approached. Alex raised an eyebrow, and shot back, Onto somebody's fist, it looks like. Here, sit down and pinch your nose for a bit. We can't have you up on stage bleeding all over your drum kit. Lestari let herself be ferried over to a seat behind the merch table, but she took a moment to snicker silently and sign, I dunno, that'd be pretty death metal, wouldn't it?

Lestari, your default expression is a grin and you skip instead of walk to places half the time. You're about as death metal as a baby guinea pig.

For a moment, Lestari looked rather put out, before she added, Am I as cute as one, at least? Alex smirked, and answered, Cuter. Now pinch your nose, will you?