There's a storm on the way

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Who: Everyone! Where: City wide event! When: November 23rd to November 30th Summary: Seasons change, and in a dramatic way! Warnings: 100% chance of heavy rainfall, and a good chance of musical numbers. There's a definite change in the seasons. In between the initial rain showers the locals are preparing for the change in the weather, making sure their roofs are sturdy and mended, windows are closed and secured, supplies are ready...Those who help out, or have helped in prior events might even find a care package prepared and left in the lobby of their apartment, or outside their door. (The contents being a few days worth of simple food; rice gimbap, some fruits, etc. And a few candles as well.) If asked, they say that the seasons are shifting, and the rainy season will be here in full force soon. ...And sure enough if a few days, on the morning of the 23rd, the weather DOES shift, and those clouds that have been gathering and sprinkling finally let loose with all that stored up rain. It falls in light drizzles, heavy torrents, gentle misting curtains, but most key of all it NEVER lets up. There's always some precipitation going. That said, it might be good to head out with an umbrella when heading out. There's something about some of these storms that's odd; maybe it's just the mood that comes with the rain, the rhythm of the drops on the roofs and the ground, but...There's something almost musical about it at times. Sort of reminds one of a song, in fact!

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Singing event >D [OPEN]

[hamburgerhero]

A certain American had gone out that afternoon to buy additional food to last through the storm just in case as well as some ingredients for his earliest burger experiments. Apparently he forgot to consider buying a raincoat or an umbrella and just before he reached home the rain started pouring down on him. It was the start of the storm.

It was odd but for some reason some songs he knew well wouldn't stop playing in his head. "Huh. That's weird." He meant to simply mumble to himself but the words came out much louder and much more melodic. "Whoa! What's wrong with my voice? ♫ It's a little bit funny... This feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. ♪"

He meant to cover his mouth with his hand but his arms were full with groceries. "I'm singing in the rain?! JUST SINGING IN THE RAIN?" What was going on? He could feel an excitement, a great desire and overwhelming emotion growing in his chest. "I've got a feeling! Wooo-oooooh! That tonight's gonna be a good night! AAAAAAH!" This was really starting to disturb him but it was too late. Something inside of him just wanted to sing... Anything that came to mind.

Passersby and those in the nearby buildings would soon be treated to the sound of an array of very patriotic American songs, both classic and new, with occasional other tunes thrown in. He wasn't a bad singer but he started to repeat the same songs over and over again. Perhaps if someone saved him from the rain or got him to think about something else, the area could be saved from hearing Yankee Doodle Dandy for the tenth time.

let's make this worse! :D

[phoenixashe]

The problem is, Ashe is not only unused to these effects thus quite susceptible, but she has no damn issue with singing in public. She's also a medium, and so a bit suggestible. So when she gets caught in the rain on her way back to her new apartment, and hears him singing, she catches the mood herself and falls into step nearby.

Her voice is actually pretty good, though of course she sounds nothing like Don McLean.

"A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died....

oh no

[hamburgerhero]

He knows that song. He knows it very well. America whirls around and spots a girl he hadn't seen before starting to sing there in the rainy street just like he had. They're still standing a long ways apart but he just has to join in, so he starts bellowing the chorus at her with a big grin on his face.

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die" ♫

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

Yeah, see, Yankee Doodle Dandy is fine, but not after nine times in a row. Not that Davesprite's heard it all nine times, but he gets the gist.

Unfortunately, what comes out of his mouth isn't any kind of objection, but: "I come from Alabama, with a banjo on my knee-" He shuts his mouth so fast there's almost a snap, but the desire's still there. What the hell.

Open!

[topgun_textiles]

Kanji? With an umbrella? Don't be ridiculous. To be honest he really likes the rain and how it feels against his skin. He had to stop indoors on occasion to shake it out of his hair as it ruined the gel job he'd put in, but what was a little hair malfunction, right? Looked fine when it hung down anyway.

But he didn't notice much at first, other than the idea that folks were in a real good mood today. He'd heard some singing and even found himself snapping his fingers a little or tapping his shoes. But other than that, he went about his day no problem.

...But that was all about to change.

Re: Open!

[littlewhitelies]

There's a face she hasn't seen much of, if at all; the blond hair that looks like it COULD be spiky under the right conditions is a definite attention grabber, and also tugs M'gann over to where he is, once he ducks into a building she's also inside; either he's enjoying the rain as much as she is, or he could use an umbrella. And she fully intends to ask which-

Until she opens her mouth.

"Hello, you're wet won't you tell me your name?
Hello, you're drenched let me jump in your game-"

Whereupon her mouth snaps shut again. That's not QUITE how the lyrics of the song go, which she's grateful for…But all the same. She just gives Kanji a look of utter bewilderment, as though he can explain it.

After their forced singing with others-

[detective_shirogane]

"Ah, Kanji-kun!"

He was running around without an umbrella! He could start singing at any moment, and she knew he preferred to keep to himself! After that fiasco with Aragaki-san, she'd managed to find a nice, large umbrella, and it worked well enough to keep her from bursting out into song. She made her way over to him, gesturing for him to come closer.

"Come here, there's room enough for two of us!"

Open!

[butterflop]

There and back again. Rei'd found himself back home with no recollection of his being in Saeng Seong. But after weeks of living his life as he - in his opinion - should, here he was again. To see the sloped buildings again, the people again gave his memory the restoration it needed. So he was back. ...How strange.

So they needed his help, then. Truly. Honestly. Who was he to say no, when he'd seen that he could be of help to people, bringing the swim team together and mending broken friendships?

Rei was different now, calmer (somewhat), and a little more positive. He was glad of it, feeling like a new man. But he wished it'd stop raining. How many people would catch a cold out here, standing around and singing like there wasn't a care in the world? Hadn't there just been malevolent entities plaguing the city? What changed?

Clutching his umbrella closer, he hurried along down the sidewalk. He had to get to the rec center and get a bit of swimming practice in before it got dark.

No distractions. No exceptions.

Hope I can pop in!

[cookingmechanic]

The tall figure; striking blue hair; determined look. Fuuka was about to enter a shop to get an umbrella but stopped when she realized who was passing by.

"Ryugazaki-san!"

Grinning, she ran out into the rain, hoping to catch him before he disappeared. He was walking pretty fast, and it took her a moment to catch up. A bit out of breath, she matched his pace, ignoring the rain for a moment to greet him. But when she opened her mouth, a greeting is not what came out. In a surprisingly earnest voice she began to sing.

Do you remember I searched you out
How I climbed your city's walls
Do you remember me as devout
How I prayed for your calls

Shocked, she slapped a hand across her mouth, shocked and embarrassed. That was not at all what she meant to say. Or sing.

OTA

[nothingupmysleeve]

Daimon was walking back to his apartment, feeling a bit bored. The city was lovely, but he was having a slow start settling in while he waited to sort out which of his ideas to make money would actually work here. Meanwhile, he had everything he needed to make samosas in the grocery bags in his arms, so at least he had a good meal ahead.

The rain tapping on a metal roofshed caught his attention. It almost sounded like a steel-drum introduction to a reggae song. A familiar one. He paused, tilting his head, and hummed a few notes. Yes, exactly. This gave him an idea. Bored illusionists can be a little silly. He shrugged, and layered the rain with an illusion of more obvious music, and started idly singing along as he walked.

"The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else’s lake

You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake

Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor

Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you looking for

Under the sea, under the sea
Darlin’ it’s better
Down where it’s wetter,
Take it from me

Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away

While we devotin’
Full time to floatin’
Under the sea....

OTA

[stillshinigami]

Him on the other hand, not heading home, but on the same side of the street going in the opposite direction...

"Mahna Mahna...

Doo doo de doo doo.

Mahna Mahna.

Doo doo de doo.

Mahna mahna.

Doo doo de doo doo, de doo doo, de doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo."

Yet more utter nonsense because I can't think of a real song.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

Rain doesn't bother September. He hasn't got any hair to mess up, you see, and he doesn't care if his clothing gets wet because he can always just dry it. He might be a little chilly (okay, more than a little) but it doesn't show at all.

No, he's just walking down the street. He looks about at the sound of some kind of music coming from... somewhere. He even stops, pulls out those field glasses, and scans his surroundings. No band jamming away in a gazebo, no stereos, nothing. He keeps walking.

And then he starts to dance. There is absolutely no change to his facial expression, but he dances anyway, and man alive, has he got moves. He steps and twirls and pivots and shuffles like a mad (albeit poker-faced) Fred Astaire, and then joins in on the lyrics, which are complete nonsense.

"Hubba hubba zoot zoot, eba hoba zud zut, a-num num..."

This is definitely a sight. He hubba-zoots and taps and jigs his way down the street, dodging around other people and leaping onto benches. Anyone else would look like they were having a grand old time, but he's as expressionless as ever. He has no idea what's going on, but he's going to write this down. Possibly observe other people doing this if he can just... stop... singing....

"Ma-foo rayba foo rayba, ma-ha foo rayba, a-num num...."

Not bloody likely.

[demimaudite]

Despite having an umbrella at the moment, Shura is also soaked to the bone from running and singing earlier, so she understands where the man is coming from. On the other hand, it's incredibly bizarre to watch his neutral expression while he's dancing with so much energy. Maybe she should return the favour of the other day now and hand him her umbrella...

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

He has an umbrella that's wearing maybe a little thing, but isn't letting any rain through yet, so Davesprite feels free to watch September, head tilted a little. "We getting a visit from the Jazz Man today?"

And now for something completely different

[tough_love]

By all accounts, it had been another dull day in the city for Looma. The rain wasn't actually the source of that perceived blandness, but rather, the usual nature of the city. Find people to come into contact with, hopefully with more cheer than a disgruntled grizzly bear. And do it over and over and over and over. She hated it. More than she thought it was possible to hate anything. Not to mention the endless frustration that came from being expected to play nice in a city packed to the brim with tiny, pathetic weaklings...

And then she heard the music. Nothing she recognized, but something about it made her want to join in. She couldn't see anyone playing of course, just the occasional local hurrying down the street to take shelter from the rain. But she heard it all the same. Vividly, even. What she didn't expect was the lyrics to start coming out of her mouth. Let alone with as much fervor as they did.

"Sick of being sick and tired, sick of understanding
Tired of feeling sick to my stomach
Demons inside command me"

Okay, that was unusual. She definitely didn't recognize this song. It certainly wasn't from her world, or even remotely similar to the music she was familiar with-

"They're saying crush it, break it, smash it
Fuckin' kill 'em all!
Laugh as it falls away!
I won't dodge another silver bullet
Just to save a little face!"

...but she could certainly learn to like it, whatever it was. In fact, she suddenly seemed a great deal less troubled by the fact she was singing anymore. The puzzled look on her face was quickly replaced by a wicked grin, and she began to do something else as she sang. Much to the extreme disappointment of literally anyone in the shopping district at that particular moment. Because she decided to take this as a sign. A sign that she was long overdue to blow off a little steam. And she knew just who to take it out on.

"I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions"

That particular segment ended with a thunderous boom, as two of her fists slammed down into the pavement with as much force as she could muster. Easily enough to put a sizable crater in the road, while the shockwave sent a few street vendor's carts and rickshaws through the air and into the storefronts of various shops in the area. Or crashing into other rickshaws, creating even more of a mess to clean up as wood splintered and various goods were hurled into the streets. Not always intact, either.

"How many people really care?
How many will be standing?
I'll light the match, the flame, the fuse, the bomb
Rescue the world from slavery"

Her warhammer was out now. Which, admittedly, was never good just by itself. But now she was using it for far more than personal protection. With one mighty overhead swing, the real weapon was brought to bear: the beam cannon inside the hammer, which soon launched a continuous blast of energy out into the streets.

"I wanna torch it, burn it, scorch it, fuckin' stomp it out
Laugh as it blows away!
I won't eat another rotten apple
Though I've grown to like the taste!"

What exactly was an apple? She wasn't sure, but it wasn't of any consequence right now. She was busy blasting away the sides of buildings and generally pulverizing anything she aimed her hammer at. Rickshaws, trees, entire shops, it didn't matter- it felt good, and she wanted to keep singing.

"I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions
I want you to hurt, want you to bleed
I want you to look beyond your own face
Past your infections"

Yeah. This delightful little rampage wasn't going to stop anytime soon. But to be fair, at least half the population had to have expected she'd snap one day. She'd never fit in here. She made no attempts to hide her immense displeasure at being stuck in the city in the first place, let alone the ridiculous expectations the locals had for her and her fellow "guests." Perhaps she just thought it was time to remind them of who they'd decided to bring into their midst, and how thoroughly displeased she was to be there.

[literalnames]

He felt it, first, a rumbling beneath his feet that at this point, he knew better than to perceive as something natural. Then, he heard it - crashing and shouting, and beneath it all, singing? As was his instinct, Conner ran toward the chaos rather than away from it. He was expecting destruction, but....

Not to this scale.

In the center of it all, he could make out the multi-armed alien he had spoken to before. At the time, she had seemed reasonable. At this moment, not so much. Luckily, no one seemed hurt as they hauled themselves out of dodge, but their livelihoods were being destroyed. Conner had guessed at her strength from her size alone, but he definitely had not guessed at the cannon. He braced himself for the impact, raising his forearms and plowing forward. There was no point in dodging the debris - it glanced off his arms and slashed at his shirt and jeans. Poor M'gann was going to have to do some sewing later.

He was wary, but stupidly brave as usual. She needed to stop. He needed to get her to stop. Maybe after he got her down, he could reason with her, if she could even be reasoned with. At the moment, he saw no benefit to chit-chatting to a giant person with a giant weapon causing major property damage. So he kept running at her on a collision course with her torso, head and shoulders lowered.

I am sorry. Sort of.

[littlewhitelies]

Right. None of what she's seeing can count as a good thing at all; M'gann has already slipped into stealth at the first crashing noise, and sticks to the camouflage as she picks out the damage. Her face is already settling into an expression that means business, as she draws closer. She's going to need to do something about what looks pretty clearly like a rampaging super villain...Who she's met before, once. But that's a minor detail right now.

First thing's first; she should try and yank some of that ammunition out of the way, and keep a low profile until either back up arrives, or she finds a good opening-

…Unfortunately there's also rain soaking into her costume and skin, and loosening up her tongue. So that plan just is flat out not going to work. And, M'gann realizes as her mouth opens, and her hand snaps out in a dramatic fashion, it's about to fail in a spectacular way.

"With cat-like tread" (THUD goes a loose rickshaw wheel that goes flying free and into a nearby wall.)
"Upon our prey we steal" (Followed by a THUMP as she tries and fails to move a vendor stand out of harms way.)
"In silence dread" (WHUD emphasizes that as M'gann gives up moving the shattered remains and lets them fall.)
"Our cautious way we feel" (KER-THUMP as a few stray bits of street get tossed around with another reflexive hand movement)
"NO SOUND AT ALL! "(CRASH! is the sound a window makes as all that debris is thrown into it.)
"We never speak a word" (…How she even manages to make a face palm go REALLY REALLY LOUD is a mystery, but somehow M'gann pulls it off.)
"A fly's foot-fall would be DISTINCTLY heard..." (There's a few spare tinkles of glass and creaking timber as she says that, with a wince that ripples her camouflage.)

So much for stealth.

[little_girl_lost]

Even sitting in her room, cuddling her meager Saeng Seong stuffed animal collection, Kara hears the commotion almost as soon as it starts. With her attention snapping to the source soon after, she manages to catch almost the entirety of Looma's audio performance and a good chunk of the visual one.

Of course, the time spent observing is also spent rushing out of her apartment and towards the scene of the crime. An actual crime. That she might be able to stop.

Not stealthily though, since she didn't taken steps to protect herself from the rain. (And why would she? It's rain, after all.) There's a tune from nowhere stuck in her mind, and she's belting it out while in route. "Here I am!" She nods her head to the beat she hears, surprised by the words but deciding they don't fit too poorly. "Rock you like a hurricane!"

[someonetowatchoveryou]

And a scene like this just wouldn't be complete without the Observer. And there he is, Observing. Seeing as how he's standing under an awning at the moment he's spared from having to sing.

Yanno. Unless the awning is destroyed.

Open!

[blazeoflife]

Junpei hadn't thought to buy an umbrella; and now he still didn't have the funds to do so. He'd have to just deal with the torrential rain and sprinkling showers as he went around the city, trying to apply for this job, or that job--

Or, that's what he meant to do; he only barely noticed he was humming at first, then singing under his breath, which hey, he sometimes did when he was bored, but then--

Sometimes we fall down, can't get back up
We're hiding behind skin that's too tough
How come we don't say I love you enough?
'Til it's to late, it's not too late

W-wait, what the?! What the hell was happening?! Junpei clamped his mouth shut, covering his lips with his hand. He could carry a tune well enough, but he didn't mean to break out into song! It was kinda sappy too...

Re: Open!

[cookingmechanic]

Standing under an overhanging, holding her just purchased umbrella, Fuuka watched the soft drizzle come out of the sky. It seemed musical today, in a lonely kind of way. Sighing softly, she thought she heard someone singing. Looking down the street, she saw Junpei, though he suddenly slapped a hand over his mouth. Had he been the one singing?

Deciding not to bother with her umbrella just yet, she started moving towards him. Opening her mouth to greet him, she was shocked when in a soft wavering voice she sang;

I don't like walking around this old
And empty house...

Startled, she stopped, putting a hand to her throat. Why...why had she sang that? Why had she sang at all?

[open] (do I win the game?)

[redpeacoat]

Despite the rain, Shinjiro is out in it. Curled in a corner with a broken umbrella waiting for the storm to let up, Shinjiro watches the downpour and lets his mind wander.

Had somebody been playing music? And why does he all of a sudden feel like singing? Nobody's around, so it seems as good a time as ever.

"Life's gonna suck when you grow up, you grow up, you grow up.
Life's gonna suck when you grow up, it sucks pretty bad right now."

Hey, if you know the words, sing along!

Re: [open] (do I win the game?)

[detective_shirogane]

Unfortunately for the two of them, Naoto had been passing by to try and buy a good quality umbrella from a store as opposed to these broken ones in the streets. She didn't even see Shinjiro, only hear him just above the downpour, but--

You're gonna have to mow the lawn
Do the dishes, make your bed
You're gonna have to go to school
Until you're seventeen

It's gonna seem about three times as long as that--

And her hand slapped over her mouth, looking around. W-what was she doing?!

Open! SINGING EVENT AND NO REGRETS FOR SONG CHOICE

[callmewhateveryuwant]

It was one of those days when Yu did have time to himself (and he had been listening to his boss about actually getting out more) but it was raining outside. Now for normal people, they would want to stay inside and curl up under a blanket and maybe sleep until it stopped. The rain reminded Yu of back home, before everything would go to hell if they didn't save someone in time. But now, it was peaceful and a good excuse to go walking around.

Unaware of what was going on, he stopped, stared at the first person he saw, snapped his fingers and-

"You remind me of the babe."

AHAHAHA I CAN'T HELP MYSELF

[blazeoflife]

What was with him today? He'd just broke out into song before, now was in the process of clamping his mouth shut, but when he caught Narukami's eye--

"What babe?"

W-was he singing again, or did the question pop out before he could think of it?