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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[HELLO PLANE! There's some rather pretty music floating around on the plane. It's slightly bluesy, slow-paced and melodic, and it's coming from an acoustic guitar currently cradled in the lap of one (1) Dorothy Gale, lounging in a lawn chair. There's a half-drunk bottle of beer sitting on the floor by the chair's leg, but she doesn't seem at all drunk, just relaxed, sitting back comfortably with one ankle resting on her other blue jean-clad knee.

Apparently she's in a pretty good mood, which is a change from the other day. Why don't you come bug her about it, huh?? HUH???]

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You play guitar? Really?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she looks up, because she's never exactly sure which one she's talking to until she gets a glance at him-- and oh it's that one, so she just smiles a little and looks back down, continuing to strum absently]

I play a lotta things. Why's that so hard to believe?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It's not hard to believe. Just surprising.

[drops down, cross-legged near her] So. Go on, then. Play me something by the Beatles.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm full of surprises.

[smiling, she tweaks her tuning a little and starts playing "Here Comes The Sun", deftly and with enough care and delicacy to show that she's played this one quite often]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[have some gleeful Doctor, here]

Brilliant. [vanishes for half a second and returns with some lemonade for himself]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she smiles when he comes back with the lemonade-- not that she considers herself exactly good enough to be listening to, but it makes her happy to know that people will take some time out and relax when they hear it. That's basically why she started playing in the first place.

When she sings, it's quietly and sort of shy-- apparently she's not as proud of her vocal abilities as she is of her guitar skills, but she stays on key, and there's something to be said about the emotion in it.]

Little darlin', it's been a long, cold, lonely winter
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, Doo'do Doo Doo...
Here comes the sun, I say...
It's all right...

[She hums a little for the lyrics she can't remember, but generally does a lovely job with ol' George's masterpiece. After the last few notes fade out, she gives a little mock bow, bends down to pick up her bottle of beer and has a swig from it. Hey, she earned it.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Is that difficult, then? The guitar, I mean.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she manages a little shrug, which is her way of trying to be modest, when in actuality she is pretty good and she knows it. NOT THAT SHE'S BRAGGING OR ANYTHING. heavens no.]

Not really. 'S more intuitive than anything else. You can't play?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I don't think so. Maybe one or two notes, if I'm lucky. I'll just leave it up to people much better suited for it.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Aw, I'm sure you're not that bad. I could give you a few lessons, sometime, if you want! It's not too hard, once you get the hang of it.

[and she plays a little flair of a riff without looking. Okay, THAT'S showing off.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and don't think he's not going to call her on that, because he totally is, right now in fact]

Oh, now you're just showing off!

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[grinning, because yeah she's good and she knows it.]

Maybe. But hey, if I can do it, that just proves how easy it is, right?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately for you, Dorothy, music is as good as a magnet when it comes to a certain crazy vampire. Drusilla glides over with Miss Edith tucked under her arm and her head at what looks like an uncomfortable angle.]

That's very pretty.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[She smiles at Dru, because hey, crazy vampire or not, Dorothy is Nice. Especially when she is being complimented!]

Thank you. Want me to play something for you?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm, yes please. I do like music.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Dorothy begins to play a pretty, slow sort of song with a waltz beat. When she sings, it's very low and sort of gravelly, and it's something Dru would like (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/joshgroban/soshedances.html), in her gentle, swaying sort of way.]

[And it's sort of creepy.]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla's eyes drift closed as she listens, her head tilting back. She stretches her arms out, trying to catch the music and, when that fails, she settles for allowing it wash over as much of her as possible.

That's probably a bit creepy too. At least the scary vampire is smiling?]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[better smiling than.... y'know, attacking, or getting all bitey, or something. Thus, Dorothy has done her good deed for the day, in making the crazy vampire happy. HOORAY.]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I like you. I've been looking for a new pet.

[That's a compliment, honest.]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[just watches her because she's a creeper like that, listening to the guitar]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[She can tell SOMEBODY'S there watching, but she's not looking up from her guitar, and she doesn't mind someone watching, so it's just pleasant strumming now.

For the record, she's playing the White Stripes' "300 Mile Per Hour Outpour Blues". It's a very rainy, calm sort of melody. Something the TARDIS might appreciate.]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she does, very much so, and after hearing enough of it, she begins to hum a counter melody to go with it]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she looks up and smiles-- o hay it is the TARDIS! That's a hum you don't forget.]

Do you know this one?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I do not, but it is easy enough to figure out once I have heard enough.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Mm. It's not hard, that I'll give you. But it doesn't have to be complicated to be nice to listen to, I don't think.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It does have a pleasant sound, yes.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a heck of a compliment, I'd say, if even a time ship likes it! I'd wager to say you've heard your fair share.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I have, yes. The Doctor is quite fond of music from several planets and eras.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[aaaand because I can]

I see you're adept at more than just folding clothes, then.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand because Dorothy doesn't know any better...]

Well, thank you, Ma'am. It's really just a hobby.

[pause]

Is there anything you'd like me to play for you? I'm in a mood to share.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Please. Just Lucy.

[smiles and takes a seat] Are you familiar with the Beatles at all? Maybe something by them?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[smiling]

Popular request.

[she tunes a bit and switches into "I'll Follow The Sun", singing along a little quietly but accurately]

One day you'll look to see I've gone,
For tomorrow may rain,
So, I'll follow the sun...

Some day you'll know I was the one,
But tomorrow may rain,
So, I'll follow the sun...

And now the time has come,
And, my love, I must go,
And though I lose a friend,
In the end you will know, oh...

One day you'll find that I have gone,
But tomorrow may rain,
So, I'll follow the sun...

[This certainly isn't meta at all. No sirree.]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Really? Someone else requested?

[listens quietly, humming along a bit off-key and under her breath, tapping her fingers in time to the song on her jaw]

You're quite good, you know.

[you meta whore :D]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she smiles bashfully]

Aw, no, I'm not that good. I've just been doing it so long, is all. After awhile the notes just come outta your fingers without you even havin' to think about it. But thank you very much, all the same!

[strumming away absently, la la]

Yeah. Though it's not 'zactly surprising. They're the Beatles, after all. Though I didn't know aliens were fans of theirs too! Learn somethin' new every day.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

You're quite welcome, my dear.

[though this next bit has her eye twitching a mite]

Really now? Aliens do have a habit of surprising us, don't they?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Well, everybody'll surprise you, if you give 'em the chance. Don't see why aliens should be any different.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose they shouldn't. You're quite right, of course.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[oh, why the hell not. though she's a better creeper than the TARDIS and will sneak up behind to listen until she's RIGHT BEHIND YOU DOROTHY]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Well Dorothy is fixated on her guitar, so she is not noticing the LITTLE CREEPY DOLLPERSON SNEAKING UP BEHIND HER OH GOD. But if she did know, I am certain she would not object to Suiseiseki's presence!!]

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[AT LEAST SHE IS AN ADORABLE DOLL? though you seem an okay human sort, so she's just gonna crawl up and take a seat next to you] What are you playing, desu?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[OH HELLO. Dorothy grins down at her]

Nothing, really, just noodlin' away at this old thing. Why, is there something I can play for you?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

You're really good, desu. N-not that I can't do things like that either, though! I'm very good at a lot of things, desu!

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh? Do you play any instruments?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Errrr, not so much, desu... But I can cook! And grow plants, desu...

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Well, those are important skills! I know a lot of people that can't cook barely anything. And green thumbs are getting harder and harder to come by, these days. You should be proud!

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[oh Dorothy, don't inflate her ego. it's bad for her health]

Well, I am the best, desu~ Father made sure Souseiseki and I are the greatest Gardeners, desu.