VIDEO;

[inferiordude]

[Leaning back, slumped in a chair is Soundwave. He's holding his keytar close, slowly strumming bits of music into it. Yet, none of it is its usual cheer, the upbeat determination that he usually plays.

As he presses the keys, playing the morose tune, the holograms from his keytar form a display of crystal plants attempting to emerge from the floor by his feet. But they gray out, crumble, and turn to ash. Something trying to live, but expiring quickly.]

It doesn't matter. Does it.

I'm just gonna sit here, and listen. All that noise in my head, comin' in. Every beat, every rhythm. In and out. I can't stop that. Each one, new and different. So. Much. Sound.

...

Don't come lookin' for me. I have enough noise.


[ooc: Your character may or may not be inspired... to feel massive discomfort from Soundwave's current music.]

Comments

[littlecrowgirl]

[That doesn't sound good at all. Not that Kay notices at first. She's too busy trying to get his attention. Dad! Dad! She found something!

...she caught Soundwave at a rather bad time, didn't she...?]

Soundwave! SOUNDWAVE! Look what I have!

[She holds what looks to be a red guitar, adorned with spikes and two red horns at the top, eyes practically sparkling.]

We can jam together no-...Soundwave...?

[inferiordude]

Kay.

I'm a bad choice for that. Get it?

[He lifts his helm just slightly, peering at her through the network.]

[littlecrowgirl]

W-What...? No, you're the best choice!

[She holds that guitar closely.]

What's wrong?

[Video]

[kingofthetvworld]

[That's kind of... yeah... what?

Please don't let this be the result of what they had talked about.]

This wasn't the song I had in mind.

[Video]

[inferiordude]

Yeah, well.

Lotsa things we expected don't turn out th' way we figured, yeah?

[Video]

[kingofthetvworld]

Yeah, sometimes they turn out even better.

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[raceme]

[Because he's still creeped out by you ;w;

Why did you had to post that music, Blurr's weeping.]

[not a comment ]

[inferiordude]

[Oh Blurr.

You wanted to know. And now you do. It was promised to you, after all.

Now we're both equal. Because we can both suffer together.]

[not a comment ]

[raceme]

[He didn't need that many details. Or the agonizing pain of having his face yanked off. And sure he didn't need the images of the gaping hole that was left behind.

He's going to have nightmares until the end of his days.]

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[thxforthememories]

[That's not... That's not normal. And that music -- much as he'd like to ignore it, he doesn't want to just leave this. Leave a friend...]

Did something happen to you...?

[Because that's the only explanation he can think of.]

VIDEO;

[inferiordude]

Something's always happening.

I can't hear your friend. But I can hear you. His noise ain't here. Ain't ever been.

[voice] Toast made me do it

[twistedcircuits]

[She's not doing this for you. This is entirely because she's bored and has no one else to take it out on. You seem like a worthy target, and she's had enough of the sand plink plonks coming out of this channel.

So just a moment while she turns up her volume as loud as possible and-

Yeah okay now this is happening]

Please stand by as we adjust the station. It has been decided that your choice in music is abysmal and needs to be immediately rectified.

VIDEO;

[inferiordude]

Wh... huh?

[Soundwave almost drops his keytar in surprise. That there is some cheerful music, missy.]

Japanese, huh? That's, um.

[He rubs his helm. Well, at least the music and images have stoppped.]

[ex_dishonestly997]

[definitely feeling that discomfort. He's used to turning to face the things he sorely dislikes, though. He's just not happy about it. He turns on the video feed from his end and eyes those eerie holograms for a second before making a judgment call.]

Soundwave.

I know you don't want company, but it's looking like you could use it.

[inferiordude]

You shouldn't.

But I guess that's up to you, Starscream.

[Video]

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

[She doesn't even think of that as music, so she is going to play you some in hopes of reminding you what is good music. In true 'Miko style' she does say anything as preamble, she just starts in on this song. She is able to both play, sing and dance without looking the least bit worn out even, and there are music note bubble floating up and bobbing around her.]

[Video]

[inferiordude]

[That? Is more like it. Soundwave's visor brightens. Between this, Kay's music, and the music from GLaDOS, he feels immensely better.]

Most awesome! What did I say? You can totally sing, Miko!

[Video]

[cliffjumper]

[Only you, Soundwave, would be able to get him to respond while trying to get rid of the tiny, stick-figure like SG!Primes trying to... well, can't be seen from the angle the video is at, but trying to bite and beat on his feet. He hadn't intended video, but frankly, it doesn't really matter.]

Soundwave, what the---

SHUT THE FRAG UP, for Primus' sake! [The music does affect him, but he's way too busy being frustrated, and anyway, he's already unsettled and uncomfortable with these things, the voice(s).]

What the slag is that? [Another frustrated - not panicky, oh no - growl as Cliffjumper yanks one of the little figures up and simply lobs it across the room he's in, the mocking shriek nearly painful in pitch if not volume.]

[Video]

[inferiordude]

...Uh. Hm.

Looks like you got a bigger issue there, CJ. What's with the Primes?

Audio

[winged_knight]

'Wave. Are you alright? You don't sound so good.

Audio

[inferiordude]

You sound different. But normal. Your rhythm unchanged.

Nothing is ever all right. It never was. I just fooled myself.

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[lightupthenight]

Hell naw dude don't be like that, lame as fuck.

[he starts playing something considerably more uptempo, though a bit folksy]

Shit totally matters, and you matter. Or. Something.

[What he's not even sure why he's trying YOU ARE A ROBOT yet he feels the need to contradict everything everyone says so WHY NOT CONTRADICT MOROSENESS]

Point is, don't make me bust out the really happy shit, bro, 'cause I will.

voice;

[inferiordude]

That's... heh.

Dude, whoever you are, you got. Some good taste there.

Sorry. I remember you. Dude who sang some Styx and Queen. But I don't remember your name.

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade, at least, has a high tolerance for discomfort. Not that he's entirely sure why Soundwave is talking like that, and it surely doesn't make sense to him. It's concerning, if nothing else.]

What's up?

[Because he likes to keep his worrying casual, every once in a while.]

[audio]

[inferiordude]

There's always something. You know that. You should, out of everyone.

No matter how calm it gets, there's just another crisis.