Well, he used to sing. Before Kate and Anne and jail and space. He hasn't even had a chance to sing since arriving on the Hephaestus, Minkowski preemptively banning him. She doesn't lift the ban, even after Hilbert gets her drunk or high or whatever he did to try and get out of the talent show that sends her singing.
He doesn't blame her- Doug's suffered through enough people saying they sing and sounding like a tone-deaf cat.
So when Kepler off-hand mentions a funk band and both Maxwell and Jacobi make distressed noises in the back of their throats, he speaks up.
"I'm in a band too or, well, a cover band- never really broke up, just went on hiatus." It's just something to say, to keep chatter going because if he spends any more time quietly fixing things with Larry, Moe, and Curley he's going to lose his mind.
"When you went to jail?" Kepler asks, a look on his face that makes Doug think he didn't like competition when telling stories of exploits.
"Nah- Anne was born and there was a fire. Lost a lot of our instruments " he replies, keeping his tone light. He isn't going to let them needle him about jail, he spends enough time doing that to himself.
"Can you sing something?" Hera asks, and neither Maxwell nor Jacobi hide their winces when Doug grins.
"Sure, so long as it's okay with you three?" He can see Kepler running the request through his mind. On one hand, he could think Doug is terrible- they all probably think he's terrible. But what if he isn't?
"Why not, Officer Eiffel. The station could use some more music," Kepler finally says, and Doug grins wider, if at all possible.
"Blacking in and out in a strange flat in east London, somebody I don't really know just gave me something-"
It's been a while since he's sung but he hasn't forgotten the words, hasn't forgotten the tunes. It sounds a little off without backing music- would sound better if he had literally any guitar in his hands- but when he sees Maxwell's eyebrows lift and Kepler's plastic smile wobble, Doug knows he's still got it. Jacobi is mouthing the words along too, proving that at least someone on the station has decent taste in music other than him.
"-you said well darling let's make a deal, if anybody ever asks us well let's say that we met in jail-" he goes back to the wiring as he sings, the words and melody coming without a second thought and he already knows the next song he's going to belt out when he's finished this one.
Doug sings Four Simple Words, Get Better, and is about to launch into Plain Sailing Weather when Kepler puts a hand on his shoulder.
"I think that's enough for now, Officer Eiffel," Kepler says, and though he desperately wants to continue, Doug shuts up. The last thing he needs is to get spaced just because he wanted to sing Frank Turners discography.
"You mentioned a funk band," he says instead, after half an hour contemplating the pros and cons of asking. "Do you sing too?"
"No. My, ah, expertise lay elsewhere at the time. Dr. Maxwell, shall we check on the others?" Kepler replies, and he and Maxwell dip out of the room like he’s worried that Hera will ask him to sing, leaving Doug and Jacobi behind to finish up.
"I can't believe you managed to outplay Kepler when it came to one of his stories," Jacobi says finally, and Doug snorts. "I don't suppose you can one-up him when it comes to, I don't know, cattle ranching?"
"Not unless he has a record for holding onto an electric fence that needs breaking."
Quick someone consider the following with me: Last Guardian/Overwatch crossover. You have Genji as Trico, Hanzo as the Other Trico (if u played the game u know the one I'm talkin about), Zenyatta as the kid (if I do something with this I'm leaning towards Omnic Zen not human) Like I'm not joking this Works
@mrkanman another example of how I’d personify Room 302 now that I’m home from work (and the town which I know u didn’t ask me about but I wanted to)
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Henry isn’t sleeping. Mother has watched him for hours now, the lights dimming and the furnace turning on to accommodate, but still he lays in his bed, eyes open and staring. “Sleep,” Mother whispers to her second son. “Sleep. Mother will keep you safe.”
In the other room, his door locks, safe, secure.
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A Man cross the boarder, and the town shivers with electrical delight, power lines crackling. This is someone new, and the houses groan, settle, as it calls to the Judge, as a decoy emerges from the lake and takes shape.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ratting: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Major Character Death
Category: Gen
Fandom: Wolf 359 (Radio)
Characters: Daniel Jacobi, Doug Eiffel, Warren Kepler, Alana Maxwell, Renée Minkowski, Alexander Hilbert, Hera (Wolf 359), Isabel Lovelace
Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, (It's major enough for me to tick the archive warning box though), alien bullshit
Language: English
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Kepler does something. Daniel deals with the fallout.
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Me? Writing Angst? It’s more likely than you think!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen and Up
Archive Warnings: None Apply
Categories: M/F, M/M
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Relationships: Donald Doyle/Dexter Grif/Vanessa Kimball
Characters: Donald Doyle, Dexter Grif, Vanessa Kimball, Emily Grey, John Elizabeth Andersmith, Agent Carolina, Epsilon, Franklin Delano Donut, Agent Washington
Additional Tags: Outsider POV of relationship, Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal, Established Relationship, Fanfiction is Everywhere on Chorus, The army runs on Drama, Secret Relationship Brought To Light Within A Standard Business Week
Four times someone found out about them, and the one time everyone did