I can move mountains, I can work a miracle [OPEN]

[rassera]

WHO: The residents of Nonah 05 + YOU!
WHERE: Nonah, Residence #005
WHEN: All month long (January)
WHAT: Nonah 05 open log for January Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Obligatory Bull and Tetsuo warnings apply.


Starters will be appearing in the comments. If you want something specific from any one person (Kaneda rassera, Tetsuo iamtetsuo, Bull rideme and Ken amadaman), feel free to drop them a line and ask! Otherwise, feel free to add your own starters for the whole household or individual residents as you like.

Comments

[monge]

[At first Komasan is completely enthralled by the jukebox, distracted by the flashing lights and the way the machine seems to move by itself. He watches as it juggles the CD around, all on its own, it might as well be magic. His eyes sparkle like they always do when he sees something cool, his paws pressing against the glass.]

Monge--

[Wait.

Komasan's amusement dies for a second when he realizes that, yes, Kaneda picked him up again. It wasn't even for something like the stairs, he's just picking him up like some kind of doll and it's annoying. He knows it annoys him, why doesn't he care that it bothers him?! That's...that's rude.

He really didn't want to do this, but sometimes you got to put your foot down. Before Kaneda has time to realize it, he might notice he's no longer holding a dog about the size of a stuffed animal, but hanging onto the waist of someone whose feet touch the ground all on his own because he doesn't need your help he could've got a chair okay. He looks Kaneda dead in the eyes as he presses the button, how's THAT FOR WIDE-EYED AMAZEMENT?]

Thank you very much, zura!

[...I mean, you still gotta be polite to people.]

[rassera]

[Kaneda smiled, watching Komasan's face light up at the CD being picked out and sliding over to it's position. He couldn't wait to see it when he hits the butt-

...


Heeeee is holding onto a young man's waist right now.]


Komasan??


[Almost rigidly, his arms let go, frozen in place as he backs up. Where did Komasan go? Why was this boy here? What--

Oh, the voice is a dead giveaway. He...actually isn't as surprised as he should be. Teddie did this too, right? Granted Teddie stripped out of his bear-suit and a human popped out, whereas Komasan literally just poofed.

Odd when it's the second one he's less phased by.


He opens his mouth to speak, but the button's pressed, and not a second after, the music starts up, starting softly at first and gradually increasing in volume until it fills the room.


What...is this?]

[monge]

MONGE!!

[Whatever it is, it's enough to make Komasan forget how pissed off he is because he's pressing his face against the jukebox again. It's...it's really difficult for him to stay mad, especially when there's literal magic happening right next to him.]

It's playing the CD, zura!!

[HOW IS IT DOING THAT? He saw it eat the disc, he saw it inside its strange robot tummy. Music comes from robot tummies?! Is that what he's supposed to get out of this?!]

[rassera]

[Komasan's reaction is mirrored on Kaneda's face as well, the smile practically lighting up the room.]


It works...!

[Although it's a bit hard to hear, he literally said it the same time Komasan spoke.]

[monge]

[Komasan continues to watch the jukebox, as if it were going to move again or perform some kind of other trick. He sways in rhythm with the music as he does so, tapping his foot to the beat.

No one said Komasan had good taste in music.]

I'm gonna feed it more CDs, zura!

[Thanks Kaneda, he really needed another reason to go play in the trash.]

[rassera]

[Hey, Kaneda's not one to judge. He's just happy that his jukebox works at all. With no CD to test it, he was wondering just how well it played.

This is perfect.]

Yeah! Go get some more and we'll put em in, alright?

[Look, the jukebox itself was found in a dump so it's only natural it should have trash CDs.

But for now, he's going to listen to the song. It's...not his usual style, or anything he's ever heard back home, but there's something about it. A fresh, new sound, maybe?

Weird, but not an awful weird.]