rap-a-doodle-do [during davesprite's surprise party]

[cawfullyironic]

-=someone unfortunate has gotten ahold of full blown sensory livestreaming. he's also in a pretty good mood since he was surprised with a birthday party that everyone is invited to in the Workshop. He's levitating a mirror up slightly above him to catch the immediate area, which includes Feliciano, Jolie, a perplexed but accomodating black panther of unusual size, and anyone else that decides to join in as the show goes on. They start to bop to the beat as Davesprite kicks on the music from his laptop, though Guenhwyvar merely taps her tail in time with the rhythm.

Then there comes a rapping, a not so gentle tapping upon your psychic door.

Davesprite is full on rapping streams of inanity directly into everyone's brain, complete with his own lyrics scrolling along the bottom of the 'screen'.

Partway through the performance, Malik and Altair wander into the mirror's view, and it seems to take a few seconds before they realize they're also being recorded. Altair immediately ducks out of the way only to slowly peek back in while Malik stands there staring at Davesprite with a look of impressed confusion on his face.

When the song ends and he's done with the commentary, he just smirks and peers red eyes over the edge of his shades right at the mirror=-

Peace.

-=and the feed cuts=-

Comments

[theflyingone]

[ In what land does being sick mean a good thing? ]

Well, um. Your rhythm was good. I cannot speak to the words, as I had no idea what half of it meant. Oh, except for the bit about money. And smoking a bowl.

[ Some things never change. ]

[cawfullyironic]

-=in good 'ol 'murica=-

Fuck yeah it was. Before I ended up here i had three years stuck on a boat with nothin' to do but cultivate ill beats. Like tillin' a garden and the harvest is juicy and ripe.

/late with starbucks

[loyalrebel]

[ 'murica is a silly place.]

Have you considered performing Shakespeare? Iambic pentameter is quite impressive and you have the skill to do it justice.

[cawfullyironic]

Shakespeare? Nah, dude. All I know about Shakespeare I saw in movies. You ever see Tromeo and Juliet?

[theflyingone]

Did you not get sick? At sea for so long?

[ Scurvy sure is a thing. ]

[cawfullyironic]

Okay so we weren't actually at sea, unless you consider the vast emptiness of the void an ocean of abolute fuckall boredom. And we had plenty of food due to varying shenanigans. But I technically don't gotta eat no more, at least when I'm more ghostly and shit. I just do it because food is awesome.

[theflyingone]

[ He has to assume "shenanigans" means magic, because why else would a ship sail the void... ]

Food is good, yes. I suppose I would be biased, since I also need it to live.

[cawfullyironic]

Cuz you're a normal ass human being who can get hungry. Which is totally a way better thing to be.