Turn the Beat Around [Open]

[eba02]

Who: Agent J and anyone hanging around Priscilla's
What: J's getting a little tired of sitting on his hands, as it were. You can't really blame the man for wanting to help, especially when there's people around who need it.
When: Mid-February
Where: Priscilla's Coffee Shop
Warnings: None yet
Notes: J's mostly going to tap into musician tunes, but only with player permission. Character tune master post is here, and I'd be happy to discuss things via PM or Plurk!

It's been a while since J has really been able to work with the Music, and it's starting to get under his skin. Sure, he can hear it - that never goes away, and he doesn't want it to. No, what's getting to him is the broken tunes - is hearing the people who've been brainwashed around town, and knowing that he's not supposed to do anything about it just yet. Lay low, they'd all been told. Don't get caught.

But he could do that and still help, right?

It's a good thing Priscilla's encourages chatting with customers and getting to know the regulars (though he had a rough time trying not to laugh when the attitude had initially been explained to him as wanting to be "somewhere where everybody knows your name"). It means that, if he stops to chat someone up when he delivers their coffee, it's all perfectly normal. Just part of the atmosphere.

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[wounds]

Genos comes in a guard at his side. There's always a guard at his side these days. And he looks absolutely exhausted. He takes a seat, picking up the cafe menu. He doesn't notice anything out of place, at least. He can't hear his own tune, isn't sure what it's supposed to sound like, but it's got so much static it's almost impossible to hear what should be a strong beat.

"A black coffee and a scone, thank you." He'll hand the menu back to J.

[eba02]

The broken tune catches J's attention, but it's the guard that keeps it. There's a total absence of sound around the bodyguard - a lack of music where there should be one more tune weaving in the Music. It's like finding the one guy in the choir mouthing watermelon while everyone else is singing the words. Whatever that bodyguard is, it's not human - it's not even alive.

The tune next to that silence has so much potential - there's a driving beat in there, something with a lot of force, but it's nearly suffocated by the sheer amount of static and dissonance weighing it down. Yeah, this one needs his attention.

"Sure thing," he replies with a smile. "You got a flavor preference for that scone, or should I surprise you?"

[wounds]

Genos knows one thing is completely off about the bodyguards. They have no heartbeats, and the scanners in his eyes are finally back to fully functional. Though he can't say for certain what they are. Robots? Vampires? He may never know unless he attempted to try to dismantle them. Maybe. Either way, he's not about to do anything about it right now.

"No, I have no preferences." He sounds a bit robotic himself. The more he gets back to himself, the less and less he seems to care about food. But he was a cyborg before all of this happened and food wasn't a necessity. And now that his core and torso are back, he doesn't particularly need to eat either.