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Ah! A kindred spirit! Nay, there was no mistaking that enthusiasm that sprawled across his face as the dude behind Legion's four strings went from looking mildly disappointed that he wasn't about to be assailed by legions of adoring fans (get it? Legions? Get it? ... shit.) to all kinds'a high-spirited. That was a jubilance that crossed the features of only two sorts of people: those who are hearing Errol Garner's Concert by the Sea for the first time, and those who are about to see a new Marvel film. Never mind the fact that in this RP it's only September of 2013 and the Marvel movie everybody's been flipping a shit about won't be out in the Born To Raise Hell universe for like another year. Strict realism in roleplays is bullshit anyway (so's the fourth wall, but I digress).

As if Chris Addams' nerdine... uh, let's say... particular flavour of hobbies had not yet been demonstrated quite satisfactorily, he went right on to announce that Kodie looked like a video game character to him. Now, in Cormac's experience, comparing people to video game characters was rarely the most sagacious of choices (perhaps because the last time he'd done it he'd been drunk off his ass and had discovered that declaring to the whole bar that the lady next to him looked a lot like Wario was anything but a good idea-- he still had the scars to prove it). But Kodie seemed to take it in her stride, despite clearly having fuck all clue what she'd just been compared to. Cormy, for his part, figured it was a pretty flattering comparison-- at least, in terms of looks, not so much in terms of disposition, since, y'know, Morrigan was actually kind of a psychopath.

Then again, considering how emotionally muted Kodie was...

The young drummer shook his head, figuring it wasn't worthwhile to pursue those thoughts, possibly because he'd just constructed a mildly paranoid fantasy in which Kodie was a Ted Bundy-esque serial killer who could read minds and he didn't want her to think he was onto her... shit! She was totally gonna gut him now that she knew he'd deduced her unsavoury affair. Alas! he silently proclaimed with fatalistic misery. I have sealed my fate! Now I have to think of somebody to fall madly in love with so that as Kodie strangles the life from my body and I meet her cold dead eyes, the life slowly fading from my own, I can whisper 'Tell [person in question] I love them' just before I go limp and cold in her arms.

Actually, that was pretty cliched, now that he thought of it. Maybe he'd tell her to tell his mum he loved her. Or his sister. Or hell, maybe his father. You always saw in all the movies how the dyin' dude tells 'em to tell some female figure that he loved her. Shit, it was like dying people had no love for the dudes or whatever. That's what I'll do, he resolved firmly to himself. After all, he'd always been all about bucking the trend.

Lestari watched as a plethora of emotions crossed the other drummer's face-- from satisfaction to contemplation to abject horror to spontaneous puzzlement, followed promptly by a triumphant sort of resolution as though he'd finally solved some mystical quandary that had baffled the greatest of scientific minds and philosophers since the beginning of civilisation. By the time he'd figured out whatever it was that so puzzled him, however, she'd finished off the other half of her hot dog, and stepped away briefly to chuck the waste in a nearby bin.

When she got back, the little guy was gushing about the X-Men to pretty much everybody within earshot-- this was clearly gonna be his and Chris' conversation, seein' as Chris was Legion's very own Marvel fanatic and it was pretty obvious Cormac McMurphy fulfiled that capacity for Psychosis. The other two folks in Psychosis weren't sayin' a whole lot, either, leaving Chris to discuss his passions with somebody who actually shared them for once. Lestari smiled, and turned back to Liam , pulling out her notepad and pencil and scribbling away.

About time he found himself a friend, ain't it?