That was actually very cute, wow. It's a pretty useful writing skill, to be able to turn songs into coherent stories. Kind of inspires me to go somewhere with the stories I tried to write and then ended up giving up on.
Anyhow, glad you liked my choice of catchy Canadian-but-pretending-to-be-British pop music. I have plenty more song ideas after this, but I think I'll let other people send in some requests before I pester you some more.
...Okay, I think I've settled on Prozzak's Tsunami, partially because I couldn't get it out of my head. Uh, can't wait to see what you'll do with this.
A song you say? Goodness, I'm sure I can think of one if I try hard enough, considering how much music I've listened to this week. And I like watching Lissa write drabble... Let's see, my playlist recently has consisted of earwormy songs from the 80's, for some reason, some of the Prozzak CDs we have lying around, and then some fanmade Portal songs mixed in for good measure... Odd mix, I know, but that's me for ya. Gimme a little time and I'll pick something from this extensive list for you to write about...
((Ah, splendid! Adding more characters! Then I'll go tell Eppie that she is required. She's been looking for someone to pester for a while and it looks like we have some volunteers.))
"He just borrowed a book from me and I kind of need to back for tomorrow. It's not a big deal, though, it's not super urgent." Competer explained in response. "But if you do see him around, gimme a shout, okay?" That was really all he had to ask Scotch besides exchanging general pleasantries and such, though he had no real plans for the rest of the day and wouldn't mind continuing to talk for a while more. But the candy child looked a bit awkward (Pete had finally taken notice of their uncomfortableness, after all this time) and seemed to already have some things to do.
((Though I can't say for sure whether I speak on the behalf of everyone, I don't think anybody has a problem with you joining us, Pippy. But if you do, I'm going to regret not using one of my Portal OCs, because I just know you'll use Glaia or Callie or one of those cuties for this. ^^ I'm pretty sure you can jump in whenever.))
Peter shrugged, or at least shrugged as well as person without properly articulated shoulder joints could shrug. Maybe one day he'd ask his mother to build him some better shoulders, he thought, his mind straying a little off topic for a moment. Shoulders would be nice.
"Not really." replied the robot conversationally. "Mostly just enjoyin' the afternoon. Since we have classes an' all again tomorrow. I've been relaxin', sayin' hi to a couple of people. Just generally hangin' out." Competer was pretty much the polar opposite of Scotch when it came to things like conversation. He could be pretty talkative if he wanted to be, chatting about whatever happened to come into his head (like shoulders, for example) happily. He just didn't get that for some people, talking freely like this didn't come naturally.
"Oh," added Peter, nearly forgetting, "I was also wonderin', you seen Aster around? Little guy, lotsa arms?" The sight of the huge book had reminded him that the spider had borrowed a textbook from him (there was a shortage in their math class, so some people had to share) and he needed it back.
((Attempting to include Jazz here, so if you'd like to jump in, you're welcome to it. ^^))
"Medicines, huh?" said Competer, reaching for the book and leafing through the pages. Though he had a full understanding of feelings, he seemed unaware of the fact that he had invaded Scotch's personal space. He flipped through the huge volume, while using one finger to bookmark the page Scotch was reading. "There sure are a heck of a lot of 'em." he commented.
When he was done looking at all the multi-syllabic words he couldn't begin to pronounce and the complex diagrams of how they affected the human body, he passed the book back to it's owner. "Looks like a pretty lengthy read. D'you have to memorize all of that for class?" Pete didn't have science this semester, so he had no idea whether Mr. Walker was a tough teacher or not. Still, it would be nice to know.
(I'll just get myself into this one, since it's still earlier and not like anything big has built up here yet. I need an excuse to do something with Competer and since Lissa's using his roommate... why not?)
Sundays were a perfect type of day for someone like Competer. The week was so full of deadlines and obligations; forms to fill out and projects to hand in and just general bustling about. Pete has no problem with busying himself with things, so long as they involved rolling some dice or shuffling some cards. Multi-tasking on assignments was not his preferred kind of bustling, so lazy afternoons like today, with nowhere to be and nothing to do, were really enjoyable. Wandering aimlessly around the commons, he looked for something fun to occupy his free time, while saying his hellos and sharing friendly remarks with those he crossed paths with.
Eventually, he floated his way towards a large, rather comfy looking chair in one particular corner of the room, where an androgynous figure (after knowing them for several weeks, Competer had yet to decide whether they looked like a slightly masculine female or a mildly feminine male, not that it mattered) with their nose buried in a book. The monitor-faced boy cracked a smile at the sight of the candy kid, with whom he had become decently friendly.
Peering over their shoulder, Pete sneaked a peek at the massive amounts of text covering the pages of his roommate's book. "'Cha readin', Scotch?" he asked casually.
Oh gosh, did someone mention roleplays? Missy enjoys roleplays. Very, very much. Uh, if no one minds, could I insert myself into this somehow?