#somninanis

[piperafterdark]

"Seriously, though, if you ever try that shit again I'll fuck your ass up." -> @somninanis from johnny

@somninanis

"You and what hands?"

She's still sitting at her small computer setup in her equally small apartment in H10. Most of the software on the PC has to do wth mixing and mastering music, not dealing with something like this. But she's got herself jacked into the machine and had just tried to run a round of anti-virus that she got a free trial for.

It hadn't quite worked.

He's there, in the corner of her vision, so she glances at him as she sets up a second round, another bullet in the chamber.

"I'm not letting you live rent free in my head. You're not even a 'you' to begin with."

[mojavc]

@somninanis sent: "I hate this." -> from Maccready to S2-81 > random sentence starters

for all intents and purposes, maccready's sentiment was completely valid and reasonable. encountering a deathclaw at a distance is hardly a pleasure at the best of times. rounding a corner and finding yourself face to stomach with one? even less so.

as the small ( well, comparatively small ) green clad man mumbles to himself, a low rumble emanates from the reptile's chest and throat before it's maw opens.

❝ nnh... not... first time... stoo hear this. ❞

[piperafterdark]

@somninanis continued from x

He talks. She listens with a mild hum as she crouches to unzip her own gigbag. From its tender case she retrieves an old Gibson, its sapphire blue shell nearly black in the dark barely-there light of the scant backstage. It's old, really old, with a full wooden neck and all unlike the majority of modern guitars. The way she holds it makes it clear that this, more than anything, is her pride and joy.

"Know what the best part about this whole gig is? The gonk didn't even give us a setlist, said he couldn't decide until he was 'in the moment'." She settles the sling on a shoulder, fluffs out her hair from it. "So I spent the last three weeks learning, like, most of the Samurai discography like a crazy person and now, even after this is over, I'm going to be stuck with all this in my head. But hey, at least it feels like the real Silvehand experience."

She flashes him a crooked grin.

"Hey, speaking of an authentic experience, think this is enough eyeliner to pull off the Kerry look?" She knows she's wrong about the name, calling Kerry the bassist is sacrilige, and that means she can only be doing it to see if she can get a reaction.

[piperafterdark]

"i've always hated this place." -> @somninanis from johnny !

@somninanis

"Yeah well, you're the reason any of us are here at all so thanks for that." Words mumbled to herself as she drags equipment into the back of the bar. She hasn't quite gotten the hang of just mentally 'talking' to him but, hey, no one is around yet to think she's too crazy.

Piper wasn't particularly good with 'net stuff' as she put it. Her love of touching grass and general disinterest in anything that didn't make music or drag her down the highway at two-hundred miles per hour made it a realm she just generally left to the experts.

Anyway that was how opening a suspicious forward from a friend in her internal OS got her here: with a Johnny shaped bug in her head.

Is it fair to blame said bug for the shit gig she has working as a filler musician for a Johnny Silvehand impersonator? Not really. But he's an easy target.

"Are we giving them credit for booking the gig at the place you got started, or are we just considering that gauche?"