Sup?

[ishbalriffs]

I kept trying to get that radical Gate thing to pop up again 'cause my band has a gig this weekend, but I can't get it to work, so they'll just have to get Ty to do it.

So, like, I guess I'm stranded in this dimension and all. I better introduce myself for anyone I haven't met yet. My name's Malachi, but call me Mal, 'cause my skills are wicked.

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[lostforeigner]

...Limp Possum? How, ahm, creative. ::blinks::

[ishbalriffs]

*bursts into almost rudely loud laughs* Oh, maaaan, if you heard the story behind that one.

[lostforeigner]

Ahm. ...Should I ask?

[ishbalriffs]

*takes that as indication enough that he should go on* So, OK, this one time Brad - Brad's an idiot right? - well we were all smashed and Brad said we should play truth or dare. Skip about an hour, we're even more wasted, Neal's wearing Ty's little sister's pink frilly nightdress, and I suggest that we all take the party outside-

[poisonous_womb]

Malachi, darling... Would you happen to have an extra guitar around? One of those little ones that don't need plugs...

[ishbalriffs]

*makes a tsking noise and shakes his head, raising his hands in a gesture of resignation* Sorry, babe, this sweetheart's the only instrument I've got. I had to hock my other one to afford it.

[poisonous_womb]

Darnit... I guess I'll just have to make it myself. ...I'm independent, I can do it. *smiles smugly to herself, puffing up*

[ishbalriffs]

*devil horns with one hand* Word! You can't stop a wild spirit, that's what I always say. I could try to help if you want. I've never built one before but I know a guy named Jim whose uncle's wife's best friend owned a guitar making shop, except they went out of business a while ago, but whatever.

[songless_psiren]

Errr... Limp... what now?

[ishbalriffs]

Limp Possum! *considers telling the story again, but after all decides against it; it's not the sort of story you tell a non-rocker chick. Especially not a nice one who complimented your playing a few days ago*

[songless_psiren]

That's an interesting name for something. ...What's a possum? And why is it limp?

[ishbalriffs]

A possum's a ... *makes vague, hopefully rodenty gestures with his hands* It's a kind of giant rat, thing. When they think something's gonna eat them they play dead and go all limp, so ... Limp Possum *he abridges wildly*.

[can_i_eat_it]

...Why you poke holes and put bit of metal things in you? *scratches head*

[ishbalriffs]

*scoots subtly away from the bizarre bald man, though he's seen stranger in a few of the clubs where he's played* 's just cool, man. What kind of rocker doesn't have some piercings? Check this one. *points to an earring in his left ear, from which dangles a tiny silver replica of The Flamel*

[can_i_eat_it]

*scrutinizes the earring* ...Why you has this? You is a people does alchemy?

[ishbalriffs]

No, I'm a people that does rock. *he corrects, not knowing what alchemy is but really fucking creeped out by this guy, and not wanting to talk to him any more*

[screwurockets]

Ohmygawd. I LOVE your guitar! *almost bounces*

[ishbalriffs]

*instantly likes this person better than anyone else he's met so far* Isn't she radical? I just bought her - had to sell half my stuff to afford her, but it was sooooo worth it. D'you play, man?

[screwurockets]

*still oggling the guitar* Nothing like that. My cousin back home taught me some stuff on acoustic, but... dude. It's fucking shiny. Totally worth it. *nods in solemn agreement*

[ishbalriffs]

*takes the strap from his back and offers to let him hold the guitar, which is an honor untold* Here, show me some shred, I wanna see what you can do. Wait - do you know some place with a power outlet? You've gotta hear it plugged in.