Midvalley the Hornfreak

So, I'm in hell. I guess I should have predicted this. Too much wine, (wo)men, and song.

Nah, you could never have too much song.

There's a note here that I'm going to play tonight outside. Hope you all like John Coltrane.

In honor of all the astounding artistic talent being shown around here, I'm going to be playing tomorrow night, outside near the main entrance. Just a little jazz, for the discerning palates of anyone who happens to drop by.

{OOC: Not sure there's much point in threading it unless someone wants to start a fight or something. (I'd encourage that, though.) But people are welcome to say they were there and so forth.}

Hey Flauros... just wait until I get you alone with my saxophone. You'll learn the dangers of properly used sound.

( [Private] )

Love and Peace! Love and Peace!

What have I done to deserve this?

Love and Peace, say it, everybody!

I've got a miniature Vash the Stampede on my shoulder. With wings. (Well, OK, sometimes he had feathers, but not wings.)

Are there any salmon sandwiches?

I don't even want you here. The hell I'm bringing you a sandwich.

Aw, Midvalley, I have faith in you. Anyone can be redeemed.

You probably count your brother in that too.

Of course!

Only you would... hey that's my sandwich!

This is freaking hilarious.

( Cut for language and sexual references )

I vote we all pick a good one and do a dramatic reading.

Hi, is everybody OK? I'm OK. I'm just going to the kitchen for... I'm just hanging out.

Let me know if anyone needs anything.

Finally, I get to try this saxophone out on human living moving targets. I thought it might not work, but I slammed some of them against a wall hard enough to stop them.

[Private to Jazz]

I feel the need to ask if you're OK, even though I can't imagine these slow-moving flesh lumps are any threat to you.

Anybody who ever says the word "Disco" to me again is going to get an earful of angry saxophone.

What the hell? I wasn't even drunk!

[OOC: Audio recording]

All right, everybody, it's DISCO FEVER TIME with Midvalley. You know you all want to boogie down! Screw that jazz shit, I'm going for the great hits of the 70s. And now, this old favorite, c'mon everybody...

IT'S FUN TO PLAY AT THE Y-M-C-A, IT'S FUN TO PLAY AT THE Y-M-C-A!!!!

Warning for profanity.

( [Private; hackable by experts] )

So, they're having another party over on the other side? And they're not inviting me this time?

Well, technically they didn't invite me last time, but it was still fun.

And it's a masquerade, too. I'm sure I could throw a costume together, but I guess they're just not music lovers over there.

My hands are covered in blood. I've been trying to wash it off, but it doesn't go anywhere. It's such a deep red. It makes me remember things I'd rather not.

[OOC: Midvalley's done in whole towns of people back on Gunsmoke, though not single-handedly.]

The last time I saw this particular red coat it was on someone else and I was committing suicide.

This isn't funny.

And what the hell is with the leather bodysuit underneath? And I thought wearing a jacket was nuts in the desert. I don't know why the great Vash the Stampede never died of heatstroke.

I suppose I could walk around saying "Love and Peace" but nobody would get the joke.

[OOC: Here's a picture .]

It was interesting being in a ship that went on water instead of sand, but I won't miss all that rocking.

The clothes, however, I'm really going to miss. Maybe I'll have to see about getting my hands on a frilly shirt, at least.