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Today, a rabbit-boy saunters into the Bar, wearing his schoolgirl uniform and toting his bunny-shaped backpack on his shoulders. More importantly, for the moment, he carries a sizable stack of papers in his arms, which he happily begins to post up, settle on tables, and generally make available to the general public.

The things are printed, thanks to his trilingual abilities, in English, Japanese, and German. Translated, however, they all read roughly the same:

" BAND MEMBERS WANTED!!! :D!!

High school student/aspiring musician seeks anyone interested in forming a band to play, discuss, and have fun with musical stuff!

Ability to play an instrument and/or sing preferred.

All inquiries should be directed to Momiji Sohma! (photo attached!)"

Beneath the text is, as promised, a pair of pictures of the blond teen, one of him in his usual, schooltime attire, the other of him as a white, fluffy rabbit. Just in case.

Once he's dealt with all of his flyers, the bun bounds over to the Bar and settles down on a stool. He has time for a snack, before he goes back to class, right?

Right.

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Before the snack is over, a black-coated nobody with an oversizes sitar has found one of the fliers and made his way over to where Momiji sat at the bar.

"You the guy with the band?"

"...Kinda?"

Demyx gets smiled at in a bright, sincere, and completely "success!" sort of way, as the rabbit-boy turns around on his stool.

"I don't have one, yet. But I put up all the little sign things, yeah!"

Momiji gets a matching grin in return! He holds up one of the fliers to Momiji that he found, to show that this is indeed why he is here.

"Awesome! I've actually kind of got a job I need to hop-to when I get orders, but rocking out is so what I do. Should I audition? What kind of style of music?"

"Neat...! Uhm, I don't really know, yet. You're the first person who's talked to me about it."

The blond teen puts one hand behind his head in a mildly apologetic kind of way. He didn't expect there to be such a quick reaction!

"I'll have Ms. Bar give notes to everybody, when we have some more people, though, and we can talk about auditions and what sort of stuff to play, then! Okay?"

"Aw! I guess that's cool, though. No worries." Thumbs up!

"I can do just about anythin' that needs doing, so if there's any role that doesn't get filled, I can probably do it."

"Wow. Mm, what instrument do you play? Or do you sing, or what?"

Momiji is...very excited, to say the least. It's a safe bet that his poor classmates in history are going to be completely baffled about how he could possibly be so chipper, in a little bit.

"Sitar's my specialty, I sing as well, but I can play a lot of instruments too." Demyx likes playing music. It's all he's ever really wanted to do. which makes it all the worse now that he can't write it anymore.

"Oh...that's a lot! I just play violin."

It's one of the few things that his attention has stayed very firmly fixed on for a long period of time.

"It'll probably be a really weird band, with all the different things everyone plays!"

Demyx raises an eyebrow.

"Weird band, or greatest band?"

"...Both, I hope!"

Weird is alright with him, anyway. He's a high school student who turns into a rabbit. Weird is in the job description.

"I don't know how many people'll want to do it, though."

Hey, Oz can be in two bands, can't he? It's not like he's never played with other LA bands while in the Dingoes. What could be wrong with a little apocalyptic rock 'n' roll on top?

He glances around, but doesn't see the blond boy (or ... what, is the kid a were-rabbit or something?), and so leaves a quick note with Bar for Momiji:

Hey,

Looking for a guitarist? I play in a band back home -- can't sing, but been playing guitar long enough not to suck too bad. Let me know either way.

Oz.

He has no photos, but does leave a helpful stick figure:

Metis sees one of the flyers while wandering around the bar. Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well have some fun. And that Momiji kid was pretty nice to me.

Metis scrawls a note on the adjacent paper.

There, that should do it. Give me something to keep my mind off... nevermind. It hurt to think it.