rekindleme | There's a storm on the way

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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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.

Edited (html bork) 2013-11-27 01:24 (UTC)

He paid no attention to where he was, as he wasn't indoors for very long; just until the pouring rains passed and gave way to lighter drizzles. But for most of the day he went without encountering anyone. That was, until now when he heard something peculiar. Kanji turned quickly to see a girl... singing. Singing?

At him. Whoa. B-but what the hell for!? No, really, why the hell was everyone singing? But after that weirdness she looked pretty damn confused.

So he figured he'd ask what was up. Rather, he belted:

"It's a beautiful day,
even if the sun ain't shinin'
I feel good and noone's gonna stop me now, oh yeah..."

His eyebrows knit. No, that wasn't what he wanted to say! Why was HE singing now? He'll try again.

"It's a beautiful day,
I feel good, I feel right,
And no-one, no-one's gonna stop me now, mama...!"

Stop it. Stop the ride, he wanted off, dammit!

...What. Even is this. Maybe she's seen events like this on TV once or twice, but it certainly hasn't prepared her for it actually happening in the real world! How can she even carry a tune, considering how little she's sung before? (Small snatches of humming while cooking don't count; she's adamant about that.)

"What's-" With concentration that's usually reserved for only fighting supervillains, M'gann gets all of one spoken word out, before her command over her tongue shorts out.

"You thought you'd found a friend,
to take you out of this place.
Someone you could lend a hand,
in return for grace-"

…Well, she's updated to more contemporary songs, but that doesn't make her feel much better. M'gann shuts her mouth, shakes her head, and points to her mouth before shaking her head back and forth again.

Is the situation desperate enough to try psychic conversation? Maybe just resorting to pen and paper would work better.

He stared, confused, wiping the back of a hand against his cheek when a drop of rainwater from his hair made his face itch. So this was it, huh? Nobody could quit singing if they could help it. Maybe he should go.

But this girl seemed to want to talk to him in some way. It just sucked that they couldn't.

Maybe he-

"Oh, won't take me home tonight?
Oh, down beside that red firelight
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat-bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go round-"

-should be horrified. His face turned about three shades of red as he pointed to himself and shook his head, clamping his mouth shut. He backed off one, two steps, glad he could at least make a run for it before he learned how scary she could be.

Edited 2013-11-28 04:26 (UTC)

This is really NOT the same as Wally's pick up lines; he never looked that mortified...Or burst into song.

She's really, REALLY worried about what might come out of her mouth at this point; is there even a way to put 'sorry but I'm spoken for' into song form? The best she can manage is shaking her head, and really awkwardly trying to pantomime 'but it's okay, really!' And mostly just achieves waving her arms around while also looking red in the face, plus shaking her head as she tries to cool off; and convey something about how she really doesn't know what's going on.

Though in the process, she does manage to shake off at least some of that rain water, and get a little more dry.

Rather than speak, Kanji expressed his frustration in a roar, a foot coming down against the floor as he forced his gaze to the floor, trying to figure out how to communicate anything at all to her. But... was he just rejected somehow?? He was really relieved; at least he could wait for the songs to stop and hope for the best.

He held out his hands, taking a breath, nodding. It was okay. Totally okay. But he had the feeling that if he spoke again he'd sing. Jerking a thumb to the door, he tried to excuse himself before he made things worse.

If there was a lower than 'bottom of the barrel' for his mood now.

There's a storm on the way

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