Bob, Guardian 452 of System Mainframe (
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Mardi Gras was two days ago. Yet Bob is still in his Hendrix costume.
Why? Because he likes it. Duh.
He's over in the corner, playing something that sounds like a bunch of random notes, but upon lengthy inspection will prove to be a psychedelic version of "O Canada."
Why? Because he likes it. Duh.
He's over in the corner, playing something that sounds like a bunch of random notes, but upon lengthy inspection will prove to be a psychedelic version of "O Canada."
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"o/` God keep our land
Glor-ious and free
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee
O Canada, we stand on guard
For thee. o/`"
Then there is applause. "Bravo! Bravissimo!"
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Bob closes his eyes for a moment, and a Vidwindow pwings open with a map of the 'Net. "Mainframe's right there," he says, pointing to a spot toward the left side of the map. "Where would you say Boston is?"
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"The green is Daemon's infection. She's taken control of all the major network pathways. No one moves between systems without her permission."
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He grinned and pulled out a lighter to light it and wave it.
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He's probably annoying some of the patrons upstairs.
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"You beens practicing, sounds like." He stated as he sat down and started playing along.
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Plus there was the whole 'stranded in the Web for the equivalent of 5 years' thing.
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He'd been stewing over the idea of starting a guitar workshop for those in the bar who wanted to learn how to play, or just wanted to jam along with the other guitar players. The idea came to him after he decided to give Rachel Grey lessons every monday. There were an awful lot of guitarists who probably would benifit to learn how to play fast, and well, he wouldn't mind meeting other people who liked to play as much as he did.
However, that was neither here nor there just at the moment, he just sat quietly and played loud.
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(Just don't tell the other dudes about it.)
Guess who was able to follow along just as easily and smoothly as ever? Oh yeah. You know it.
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Bob starts singing.
"Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in New Orleans,
Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright,
Hear him whip the women just around midnight..."
How can such a good guitar player be such a terrible singer? It's one of the great mysteries of the universe.
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When 'O Canada' is done, there is much clapping from a kitsune sneakily perched up on a chair nearby.
"Bravo, bravo! I didn't know you played the guitar, Bob."
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"Outfit's cool too."
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"Has Dot seen it?"
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"Dammit, I missed Marti Gras!" Laini sighs, ears dropping.
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