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[beaglenapper]

[Montgomery Scott is currently dressed in Highland plaid and standing in the village plaza. Even though it is night and it is cold, he has decided to play his bagpipes

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[hippocraticly]

[ . . . Okay, so the bottle of Romulan ale was a spectacularly bad idea to get for a Scotsman and McCoy will make sure to remember this for any future holidays. Following the sound of the bagpipes being throttled by his inebriated crew mate, he approaches Scotty whilst looking amused, angry and bewildered. ]

[beaglenapper]

[OR it was a spectacularly GOOD idea, depending on whether you are Scottish or not and whether you want to WALK WITH PRIDE.

The pipes continue, the piper oblivious to the doctor's approach.]

[hippocraticly]

[ Listening to bagpipes this close is more annoying than listening to bagpipes at all, which is why McCoy will grab the bag and squeeze it mercilessly in an attempt to make him stop.

... He could have asked him to stop yes, but this is a hell of a lot more gratifying than raising your voice. ]

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[beaglenapper]

AHHHHH!!! WHAT! [You don't touch the pipes, man.]

[byakkoyagirl]

[She's just laughing here, completely amused by the bagpipes.]

Encore, Encore!

[beaglenapper]

[So you get The Scots Wha Hae, Paprika. AND YOU WILL LIKE IT. BECAUSE IT IS SCOTTISH. AND HO MY GOD, WINDY. SO WINDY.]

[byakkoyagirl]

[WELL IT'S PRETTY LOUD, SO WHY NOT.]

Hoorah! Fantastic! What are you playing anyway?

[beaglenapper]

[The engineer pauses to take the reed out of his mouth and take a swig of something or other that might be water. Or not.]

The Scots Wha Hae! A canny tune for a Christmassy night, eh? I'll take requests!

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[thirdhost]

[ emony stares - not because he sounds bad, but because she's never seen anything quite like that instrument he's playing. for all she knows he's playing it masterfully. ]

[beaglenapper]

[She is catching him at a good moment, actually. The pipes are warmed up and the piper is sobering up. A little. He gives her a nod and a wink and continues with Scotland the Brave.]

[thirdhost]

What is that?

[ she points to the bagpipe to indicate that she means the instrument and not the song. ]

[beaglenapper]

[The pipes exhale tunelessly as Scott removes the reed and considers.] Well these are my pipes! Bagpipes! It's music! "Scotland the Brave."

[chibiremlover]

Is that suppose to be an instrument? [Nope, he didn't mean the journal to catch that.]

[beaglenapper]

[Scotty's far too wasted and deafened by the pipes to answer you, tiny Vash.]

[chibiremlover]

[Silly drunken guy. Vash keeps listening and tries to keep his giggling from getting too loud. He's not sure your playing that thing right.]

[beaglenapper]

[Yeaahhhhh probably not. Especially when he gets to this part of his repertoire.]

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[goddamn_butler]

[ Oh, joy. It's a drunken Scotsman playing the bagpipes.

And badly.

Clearly Alfred picked an excellent time to be out. ]

[beaglenapper]

[Oh you English and your continued oppression of Scotland with your Butlers and such. Enjoy this rendition of "Scotland the Brave," Alfred.]

[goddamn_butler]

[ He so doesn't. In fact, he's going to brave this rendition to approach. ]

[beaglenapper]

[At the butler's approach, Scotty puts the pipes down.] Good evening, sir! A fine night to enjoy the moon on the snow! [His manner is genial and almost sober.]