4: action

[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

Comments

[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.]

[chibiremlover]

[He should know better. He should. Steve is always so scary when he drinks - but this... is... just... too...] AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[beaglenapper]

[NOW he hears you. And turns to the journal, which he thought he had closed.] Liked that, did you?

[chibiremlover]

You sound like you're having a lot of fun! [Yeah, not a direct answer as he didn't like the playing, but he does like hearing people having fun!]

[beaglenapper]

The pipes are fun, but they're more about my place of birth than anything else: Scotland!

[chibiremlover]

Scotland?

[beaglenapper]

Don't say it like that, lad! Like this: SCOTLAND!

[chibiremlover]

Uh... okay.

SCOTLAND?

[beaglenapper]

SCOTLAND!

[chibiremlover]

S-SCOTLAND!

[beaglenapper]

Well it's coming ALONG, laddie, but it's not quite where I want it to be yet. What's your name?

[chibiremlover]

It's Vash, uh. Sir.

[beaglenapper]

Vash! I'm Montgomery Scott, but you can call me Scotty if you like. Even Keenser does that. Not Scottish, are you?