Seventh song.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Dictated, cheerfully as always]

Well, hey Xan, are you and Anya still…..

[Have a worried pause]

……Okay, can anybody hear me talking? Because I can’t hear me talking and I don’t want to be mute, that would be cruel and unusual. Hello? Anybody?

[Scribbled in a bit later]

If anyone wants to talk to me, can you..um..write it it? The castle seems to have thought it super-fun to take away my hearing.

[[ooc: loss is a go!]]

Comments

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

Are me and Xander still what?

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Brb Anya, he can't hear you. Fff]

Helllloooooo?

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

[huffy]

Lorne! I'm not sure if you think this is funny, but just because you addressed Xander doesn't mean he's the only one able to talk about our relationship!

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

...Don't tell me everyones died except for me [Tapping on journal] Anyone?!!

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

[glances to what Cordelia is doing and sighs, the journal must be slow on the uptake and hasn't been transcribing her stuff like it always does, she shakes it like an Etch-a-Sketch and then sure enough her words start to fall onto the page]

Great. That's a sucky delay. Stupid having the journal at the shop making the connection slow or something. [sighs again and starts to write]

Lorne... Are Xander and Anya still what???

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[No doubt that image would have made Lorne laugh. He sighs in relief at the writing]

Oh, hi Anya, Honey! Xander wanted to pop by Caritas tonight with you, said something about you and him doing a fantastic duet.

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

[still writing since well a customer walked in and while she's sure they'd love to hear about her plans for the evening she's going to be polite *gasp* and keep it to herself]

He said something about it, but I didn't really ask too many details. He gets all animated and excited and just tuckers himself out. It's easier if I let him sleep it off and ask him about it in the morning. I went to work though, so I'll have to ask him later.

Why does he want us to sing?

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

I've figured that, he has got many puppy-like qualities about him.

I can see people's destinies when I hear them sing. It's my nifty party-trick.

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

[has totally read through all this and doesn't bother dictacting. Have some scrawly writing instead!]

I can field that one-- I just thought it might be fun. Also, I'm curious. Also, I haven't been to Caritas yet. Also I haven't actually SEEN Lorne yet despite many entertaining conversations.

Also, I can hear you Lorne, and everyone else, which is weird. So either your journal is kaflooey or... the castle screwing with you? That tends to be the standard explanation when weird stuff happens.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

It's always fun, and yes, we really do have to meet and share more stories with which to mock Angel with.

Okay, so people can hear me. [That sound? It's him banging his journal on the desk] Maybe something in it broke?

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

That's my point exactly. Though... why does everyone think I want to mock Angel? And by everyone I mean Cordelia. [lol sorry, that'll be his loss playing up...]

I can definitely hear you. Clear as day, crystal, Dolby surround, etc etc. You really can't hear yourself? Or anyone else? Or... whatever it is you're damaging?

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Paaaaaause. Oh this will be fun] .....But you love mocking Angel. It's how we got talking.

That was my journal.....I think the castle's taken away my hearing. Yep, this place is cruel.

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

[it's like a really bad joke. A deaf guy and a crazy dude walk into a bar]

Well crap. I'm sorry Lorne. I know what it's like having the debilitating castle treatment. Hopefully it'll be over within a week. And at least you won't have to listen to my bad singing?

...And about Angel, I... remember that. But I... uh, don't know why I said that stuff. He's a great guy and deserves respect and hugs.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

A week. I can survive a week. I think. Awww, I'll bet you carry a tune brilliantly, Hon.

..............................

Did you bang your head on something?

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

You can! I know you can! We'll just write everything. And gesture a lot. That's very nice of you to say though-- but I do suck. Anya's pretty good though. [nodnod pause]

No? I don't think so?

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

Gesturing is good. Knew I should have learned sign language. I'm looking forward to hearing you both. Erm. When I can hear.

Right...maybe you're on a loss too?

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Hm, I don't feel lossy in the traditional sense. Oh, but... Anya, she was my loss and I remembered her so... [brb coming to a terrible conclusion]

You mean my entirely platonic brotherly love for Angel is just a phoney product of this godforsaken castle?!

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Have a bit of a pause]

....That's REALLY, REALLY cruel. I mean...wow, this place sure is twisted. It must have happened when you went all homeward bound.

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, you must be right.

[gah this is too weird to think about. Repress repress!]

But anyway. This pales compared to you and your not hearing.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

The not hearing won't last, though. The Angel-love will last forever