Case 15: the missing victorian

[unnaturalpause]

[For anyone on the sixth floor near James's room the sound of music like this or at least from the same era, has been heard all day. In fact the source is pretty obvious as he has the sound cranked up on some new stereo system, yes a stereo system not his record player, and really doesn't care.

Nor does he care that his Sandshrew and Glameow have decided to camp out in the hallway to avoid the worst of the noise, though the Sandshrew has been forced into a little leather vest and the Glameow a spiked collar.

And the music is heard as he flips open the journal to talk, as he's refusing to turn it down for the moment yup.]

I thought you'd all like something to get rid of the quiet and whatever trash you listen to that you call music. My gift to you, until the Feast. [Enjoy.]

Comments

[mal_addict]

[...W.A.T. She's just standing in her doorway, staring at this. She doesn't really know what 'punk' is, but even if she did, it wouldn't change how confused she currently is]

...James, did you get drunk again?

[unnaturalpause]

[Confusion is the only proper response to this, Mal.]

Why would I need to get drunk to do this? Really, it's like you don't know me.

[mal_addict]

...Why do your pets have outfits?

[That burning question asked, she turns to look at James]

You're being loud and very weird, and you're usually only a little weird.

[wilder]

[There's the faint sound of maybe someone trying to tell you to turn the music down because it hurts sensitive ears]

[Buuut unfortunately Zelos is so quiet that the sounds of A Flock of Seagulls makes his voice completely drowned out by their beats]

[unnaturalpause]

[Nope, sorry Zelos, can't hear you.

Just going to sing along sort of, to this.]

[is_mafia]

[A laugh is heard over the music.]

James, nice tunes. I can't think anything better to get these killjoys in the right mood for the Feast. All this silence is driving me crazy.

[There might be a few singe marks on the page from his cigarette ash landing on the page, which he wipes off.]

[unnaturalpause]

[And then there's an almost clapping sound as he high fives himself as his bro isn't in his room :/]

You'd think with these things they'd know better. Really.

[And some clinking sounds now as he gathers up beer bottles.] Where are you?

[is_mafia]

In the lobby, hanging around. [More accurately laying on a couch, getting ash all over and leaving burn marks in the couch.]

Where else would I be in this damned castle? It's so boring.

[James, bro, tell him you have something for them to do. Anything to do.]

Written - and Filtered to 'James'

[radiantwingedone]

[ WHY ARE PEOPLE SO LOUD. This is not very nice ahhh- his ears.

So even if the noise of an unhappy Altaria and cat are drowned out by the music, here is his reply. After a hastily scribbled filter to make sure no one else gets caught in this.


A long math formula. The handwriting isn't the best - Duke can't exactly see what he's doing, but..

He's pretty sure he set it up properly. If ignored, and the volume level remains unchanged - or grows, which would be even worse - it will do that horrible feedback noise. If the page is touched, the 'James' on the other end will find the sensation a bit like someone delivering a static shock.

He's not happy with all this loud stuff going through the journal, okay. ]

dictated because what are filters

[unnaturalpause]

[BECAUSE THEY CAN BE GOSH.

And well the noises go ignored because they can, and so does the long math formula (ugh math whyyyy).

So it's only when the feedback noise is loud and proud going on that he yells before turning down the stereo.]

HEY who did that? What was that for?

Kinda-not-here.

[radiantwingedone]

[ BUT EVERYONE ELSE'S POOR EARS...

He's not that stupid. He's just going to add a little bit more to that math - If the volume goes up, so does the feedback noise. If the volume goes down, the noise goes away. And then he'll shut his end of the journal~.


Obviously the way around this is to chuck the journal out in the hall, or somewhere where the noise isn't that loud to begin with... ]

[deductiongeek]

Some of us like the quiet.

[Conan's comment is grated out.]

What are you doing?

[unnaturalpause]

And the rest of us don't.

[Because he's James and he speaks for the rockers.]

Introducing class to this place.

[deductiongeek]

What kind of class do you call that?

[is0latedthinker]

...James?

[unnaturalpause]

Yo, Alan! [Yes, yes it's James.]

[is0latedthinker]

[...What.]

You...mind if I drop by?

written

[whathedoves]

Are you deaf?

You want to help with the Feast? Do something else.

dictated

[unnaturalpause]

No, and it's helping! It'll get them all out if they don't appreciate my gift!

[whathedoves]

That's lazy ... Non! It's just stupid.

You don't want to do any heavy lifting.

[inafadingcrown]

[Someone is already more than a little irritated, possibly because she's been dealing with an abrasive husband all day and this loud, horrible music really. isn't. helping.]

James.

[unnaturalpause]

[He'll be sorry later. For now though he's just going to carefully crank up the music as he answers.]

Yes, beautiful?

dictated

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

That music is awful and tasteless. Why you would force it on the rest of the castle is beyond me.

[Huff. Bitty Elf does not like your weird music. It hurts his ears.]

dictated

[unnaturalpause]

Because you all have no taste, and need to get it.

[Huff right back bitty elf. He's not changing it nope.]

[magicus]

[ He's not anywhere near James's room (thank god), but he still winces at the noise coming out of the book. ]

Is that your kingdom's idea of music?

[ The tone is incredulous, because he hates to judge another culture, but - that noise is seriously horrific. ]