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[themarchything.livejournal.com]

 [Oh hey, look! It's your friendly neighbourhood John Egbert, sitting in the quad with a large instrument of the woodwind persuasion sitting in his lap. Said owner is twisting two parts of the clarinet together in both hands experimentally, before raising the instrument to his lips in order to test.

He blows a very mangled C into the peaceful, afternoon silence of the courts and snorts with laughter, lowering it once more and continuing to methodically tune.

It really sucks when you travel through some weird inter-dimension summoning thing and it throws your clarinet outta wack!]

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[moirailcompass]

[To say that Nepeta was in a very confused mood was an understatement. So many people from their universes--yet not. The older trolls in particular were throwing her off so she had more or less been meandering aimlessly through the school, pensive expression on her face when she heard the noise.

Her ears flickered up and she began to follow it till she spotted John, and padded on over to him.]

What's that?

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

Hi Nepeta!

[He made room for her to sit down, shifting the clarinet off of his lap; though her question threw him for a loop.]

Uhhh, whaddya mean?

[moirailcompass]

[She was surprised by the offer, but happily took it and pointed to his clarinet.]

I've never seen one of those befur.

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

... What do you mean?

Course you have!

[moirailcompass]

[She blinks then slowly shakes her head.] I think I would remember if I had! [she pokes the clarinet curiously]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She's just going to watch now. It's weird to see John with short hair, still. As well as playing...a clarinet? She's pretty sure that's not what Harley likes to play. Actually, she's completely sure. After a bit more watching, she steps forward. As if by magic, her bass appears in her hand -- oh, the wonders of sylladices. She'll have to be careful with it - don't want to send everybody back in time! - but she kind of wants to jam. ]

So can you actually play that thing, or just make bird noises?

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

I'm just tuning it - woah, haha.

[He's glanced up, lips faltering on the mouthpiece of the clarinet, staring at the girl in front of him. She seems oddly familiar and yet startlingly different at the same time. Weird. He offers a toothy grin at the sight of the bass in her hands, and pats the bench space beside him.]

You play bass?

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah, that's John. It even makes her smile a little bit, but that's gone in a flash. No smiling for cool kids. However, she does accept the seat beside him. ]

Yeah, it's my fave. Guessing you play the... [ Shit what is that instrument called oh right ] the clarinety thing.

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

Yeah! The clarinet and the piano, a little bit.

[He takes the opportunity to scope out her bass, whistling through his teeth.] Woah... that's so awesome. Been playing long?

[fierybluebird]

Whoa... you play that and piano?

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

Huh?

Um, yeah! I've kind of lost track of piano over the years, though.

[fierybluebird]

What are you talking about?

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

... Uh?

Piano?

[off-beet.livejournal.com]

[ having just arrived at the Gardens herself, Luna's taken the opportunity to explore.

And hear some terribly off-pitch clarinet.

She stops walking and turns towards the player, tilting her head to the side ]

You've managed to make your instrument sound like a Foggering Charm.


[ from the serene smile on her face, it's easy to assume it's a compliment ]

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Thanks?

[She's smiling, so that must be a good thing right?]

[off-beet.livejournal.com]

You're quite welcome. I've never heard one played to such an atrocious extent.

[ Luna goes over and takes a seat across from him, feet kicking idlely as she patiently waits ]

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[It was a bad thing after all. John deflates a little, then hastily attempts to explain: ] Well, it's out of tune right now! I think being sent here did something to it.

It usually sounds a lot better than this!

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Thank goodness the G-gnomes uploaded information on musical instruments into his brain, clarinet included. Conner frowns as he's passing and stops to stare at the instrument while John tries to tune it.]

That sounds horrible.

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

I know!

I'm trying to make it better. [Twisty twisty twisty.]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

Still not working.

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

Clarinets are pretty tricky.

[OH YEAH, HE DOESN'T KNOW YOU.] Uh, I'm John Egbert! Who are you?

[doyuulikeme.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly there next to him and watching with interest!] What's that?

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

Woah!

[He nearly drops the instrument, turning his head sharply towards the source of the noise.] You startled me!

It's a clarinet.

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

Hi, older me!

[Oh is that a clarinet? He didn't know how to play one of those, that was cool.]

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

Hi younger me!

[Oh man that feels awesome to say.] What's up?