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When you're a small blue alien, there are few things as mind numbingly boring as a rainy morning during the school week.

Very few things.

One of them involves transversing the space-time continuum to visit Milliways and discovering that the weather has followed you. As a result, anyone currently trying to listen to whatever it is the sound system's playing will find that it has competition. It appears to be coming from the general direction of the rafters.

(OOC: open 'til it scrolls)

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The person-shaped turtle (who is really a girl (who is really a duck)) does not find it unusual to have random music playing in the air about him (who is really a her (who is really a duck))! She's used to that sort of thing.

. . . normally the music is a little more classical, though. And tends to fit her mood better. Whereas right now, she's sort of glum and sad and nervous (and still stuck as a boy (who is really a turtle)) and the music sounds kind of . . . cheerful?

Duck is confused. Also, sitting right under Stitch in the rafters.

No, this particular piece doesn't really serve as a backdrop for glumness. Perhaps a sour note will suffice? Said note is quickly followed by a frustrated growl as measure is carefully repeated.

"- huh?????"

The growl is what gets her; as a small waterfowl, no matter her current appearance, she's fairly sensitive to these things.

The apparent young man jumps and starts looking back and forth, frantically. MAYBE IT'S COYOTE.

Maybe it is!

However if that's the case, the potential coyote doesn't seem to be in any hurry to reveal itself. This may have something to do with the fact that Coyote isn't reckless enough to devour Duck in front of everyone in the Bar. Or it may have something to do with the fact that the current ukulele tune comes to an end only to be replaced with "Blue Suede Shoes". Or it might have something to do with the fact that Milliways isn't what most would consider a quiet place and that Duck's expression of confusion may have been filtered out along with all the other white noise.

The song picks up speed.

"Tukibowaba!" Says the rafter.

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". . . . huh?" says the man-turtle-duck-girl.

Duck can understand the sounds of avian speech, but blue-alien-speech is another thing altogether.

The rafter will see that slightly louder huh and raise you a sudden lack of music!

"Hmm?"

Duck may or may not recognize the head that comes in to view, ears fanned forward, nose working furiously in her direction. It's been some time since her last close encounter after all.

Ellen's trying to place where the sound is coming from, herself. She's got a long day ahead of her back home, so she's in no hurry to go back just yet.

The music doesn't seem to be in any hurry to stop. At one point it meanders off on an exploratory riff before eventually retruning to the origional meolody.

"...eh wait." mutters a croaking voice. And with that, the tune doubles back to two measures prior in a different chord.

It's not any tune Ellen recognizes. Although it's very catchy, to be certain.

"You're doing very well, whatever it is," she calls up to the player.

The strumming stops almost immediately on the heels of Ellen's compliment, replaced by a small querying sound and a bout of rapid snuffling. A furry blue head appears over the side of the rafter in short order. It blinks once, twice, ears fanning forward and flashes a grin.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiii."

"Oh! Hello." Ellen waves to the familiar face. "I didn't know you played anything musical. How are you?"

Stitch does not wave back. The grin widens as he grips the neck of the ukulele before dropping down to the table. Which is almost the same thing, right?

"Stitch okay," the alien responds before heaving a put upon sigh. "Raining." A claw is helpfully jabbed towards the back door.

It's close enough for government work!

Ellen nods. "It doesn't rain much back home," she says. "It's always weird to see how much it rains here. You don't like the rain much either, huh?"

That gets an emphatic headshake.

"Naga-takabah," he pulls a face. "'s wet."

"And cold," Ellen agrees. "Well, it can't rain forever, right? And at least you've got the guitar to keep you busy."

Stitch's attention shifts to the tiny 'guitar' still being grasped by its neck at his side. He glances up, head canted to on side.

"Ukulele."

Two large eyes blink mutely at Ellen for a long moment of consideration.

And then the instrument is offered up for inspection.

Ellen solemnly reaches for it, the better to get a good look. "Thank you," she says. "Would you like to see my harmonica? I can play it a little, if you want..."

"Okie daka."

She may want to keep a good grip on it though, judging by his intrigued expression.

After that bit with the tofu a while back, yeah. Ellen fishes it out of a pocket, holds it up for visual inspection, and then starts playing it herself. Doubtful whether Stitch will recognize The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, but you never know.

He does not, in point of fact, know the song. Most film genres take a back seat to B movie creature features back home. That being said, Ignorance does not seem to have curbed his interest. The alien sits, clawed fingers of one hand splayed on the table's surface, ears pricked in Ellen's direction, enormous eyes locked on the harmonica.

It's not entirely dissimilar to the classic image of the RCA dog. Dogs usually don't manage to put that much coiled intensity behind a stare when there are no squirrels involved though.

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That's a little disturbing, yeah. Fortunately, Ellen manages to ignore it, and makes her way through to the end of the song before looking up and realizing Stitch's been watching her that closely.

Wordlessly, she holds the harmonica out for another look.

It's plucked from her grasp in one swift motion before being turned end over end in stubby, clawed fingers. The harmonica is given a thorough visual and olfactory once over. A few hesitant notes are produced.

And then it is stuck back in Ellen's hand.

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"Thank you," says Ellen. "I think. I, um. I just wanted something I could use to make music for myself when I'm traveling, and it's easy to carry, you know?"

"Emba-chua. You-" His eyes narrow in concentration, "Onna trip?"

He's been on vacations! They went skiing in Tahoe. And made it all the way out to Memphis once. As it turns out, Cobra Bubbles has some very interesting connections.

Edited 2010-04-23 02:55 (UTC)

"Well, no, it's more like getting work done," says Ellen. "I travel to a lot of places to help my father and try and make the Wasteland safer for the people who live there. Sometimes I can't make it to town before it gets dark, so I have to bunk down somewhere by myself, or with my dog."

Okay?

"Gaba ika tasoopa?"

Stitch's expression has shifted fom one of hesitance to outright confusion. He knows what all those words mean. She's just...talking like the sentences do to.

Edited 2010-04-24 04:42 (UTC)

"Um...." Ellen thinks for a moment, scratching her head. "I'm not sure how to explain where I live or what I do. The place I live is full of monsters and all kinds of dangerous things. I'm not on a trip, I'm just trying to get from one place to another without anybody getting eaten by giant killer lizards or fire-breathing ants."

Oh!

"You from Tokyo?" The alien asks in stilted tones.

It suddenly all becomes clear!

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"No, Washington," Ellen says. "I guess it's a little like Tokyo?"

His eyes always tend to glaze over during the Washington scenes. They never feature anything other than boring people in suits sitting around a table recapping earlier action sequences.

"Less monsters."

Monsters typically try to eat New York. Or L.A.

Edited 2010-04-24 16:44 (UTC)

"If there are more monsters in Tokyo then I feel very sorry for them," Ellen says. "Especially if it's anything like Olney. Deathclaws just breed up there."

"Whassat?"

It's a new one on him.

"Those are the mutant lizard things I mentioned," Ellen says. "They're about fifteen feet tall, and they're fast, and they run on two legs and they've got horns and teeth this long and claws like- actually I've got some of their claws, hang on-"

She's been carrying the claws from the one she sniped in the Super-Duper Mart parking lot for a while just in case something could be made of them. They're wrapped up very carefully in the thickest Brahmin skin she could find, so she has to unroll that when she gets them out of her backpack.

"Those are from a Deathclaw."

Stitch's eyes widen considerably as the claws make their appearance. One of his own claws is extended to gingerly prod at the closest one.

"Eegalagoo!" It's be hard to read that tone as anything other than impressed. The excited jabbering that comes afterwards might be somewaht more difficult though.

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Ellen nods. "This one had already attacked several people, and they'd been fighting it for a long time," she says. "You don't see them in the city ruins so much, except for up in Olney."

Stitch's ears lower, his entire manner going very quiet for a moment, hand running gently down the length of the reptilian talon. He's seen how nasty claws can be when they go to work.

He shakes his head, violently.

Beat.

"Eh eh eh!" A finger is raised. Just a moment please! And he's gone!

...And he's back, pattering away from the bar, an object clutched in one hand. It's tossed on to the table as he hauls himself up one of the chairs. It's not nearly as long as a deathclaw's weapons but it's nothing to sneeze at either.

Ellen stares at the thing with wide eyes. "You know," she says, "I don't think I've ever seen anything like that except in the ruins of the Museum of History. On one of the fallen dinosaur skeletons. What did it come from?"

"Was in New York. Inna monster."

"Wow," says Ellen. "Did you kill it yourself?"

"Naga," this is accompanied by a head shake to the negative. "Stitch was helping."

Which is to say that the majority of the NYPD and a small contingent from Milliways had happened to come along too. All of them had been armed for bear. And Smilodon. And prehistoric whales.

Edited 2010-04-25 14:30 (UTC)

"That must've been one heck of a fight," Ellen says. "Even with plenty of people involved. I almost wish I could've seen that."

The grin makes its reappearance.

"Saved the city. Gotta hat."

Well, a foam Statue of Liberty tiara anyway.

"Was fun."

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