Tenth Daydream [Video]

[niepokonany]

Oh, my God, who knew wedding planning was this much work?

[Of course, he is doing it in a fraction of the time one usually does. On top of all the things he's usually doing, and all the trouble that's been coming out of the woodwork lately.]

I need to do something else for like 5 minutes, or I swear I'm gonna beat someone to death with a super-tasteful centerpiece. So I thought, okay, let's try something totally out there for a change, let's do something for my job! Or, one of them, whatever.

So we all know the political sitch has been messed up to the max lately, and I figure some of you probably have a lot of questions about it! Especially the people who aren't getting the benefit of my kickass political science lectures. So for one afternoon, I'll be down in the common room, taking any and all questions! You're welcome.

Oh -- Costume Club, anyone who wants to help me make decorations and not Groomzilla out and punch anybody will get, like, free paluszki and my undying friendship. No sweets today, 'cause it's Lent, but I could give you a rain check for them!

[He gives the camera a shrug, and then, since he's about out of things to say, a cheerful little wave.]

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[gregorydeegan]

Pop was not his best niche, but he had a passing familiarity with a handful of songs in every style he could find. He tried to think what his friend might like that would be pop and still in his range.

He grinned and checked the tuning on his guitar quickly, then started in on Adele.

He started the song with his eyes closed, sitting, bobbing along softly, but as the song built, he pushed just enough white fire into his limbs that he could stand so that he was on his feet by the stronger parts, blending the original music into a power ballad.

Greg was finding a passion for heavy metal and alternative, but he grew up on power ballads and Brit rock.

And so... he rocked out.

[niepokonany]

An impromptu concert wasn't what Feliks had been expecting for his afternoon, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. He smiled brightly as he listened, and even gave a little applause at the end.

[gregorydeegan]

He grinned as he finished with a flourish. HE gave little mock bows over his guitar as his friend applauded, grinning from ear to ear. "You play, man?"

[niepokonany]

Feliks shook his head a little.

"Nah, not really? Like, I took some piano lessons as a kid, and I can kinda manage to play a little now, but I'm not, like, good at it or anything."

[gregorydeegan]

"Sing then?" he asked with a grin. "All you need for singing are the lyrics and enthusiasm. Pick a song, if I know it, we can jam. It would rock."

[niepokonany]

Feliks thought about it, trying to decide what song he felt like at the moment. Then, with a grin, he burst into an enthusiastic rendition of a Dazzler song from a few years ago.

[gregorydeegan]

He had only heard the song once or twice before, but he could pick it up from Feliks' singing. He closed his eyes halfway, letting the singer's voice control the tempo and energy, matching him without shrinking away or over-shadowing him.

[niepokonany]

Never one to be shown up, Feliks took things up a notch. His singing was pretty mediocre -- not bad, but not great -- but no one could put on a show like he could. The lights in the room turned into dramatic stage lights, and both of their outfits got sudden glittery pop makeovers as he sang.

If you need me to edit out the white fire hitting Feliks, let me know on plurk.

[gregorydeegan]

Oh. It's on. He beamed a smile. "dueling showmanship?" he said as he strummed. "You're on."

Greg let his White Fire roil through his body and show out through his skin, he stood as he played, then flew, strumming strongly, still matching him for pace and energy, but trying to best him on dazzle and flare.

He added his White Fire to the dramatic lights in systematic flashes, like a supernova strobe light. He threw his head back as he played, channeling white magic like crazy....

Which means that Feliks probably would get a wave of healing and positive energy. Of course, as into the jam as he is, he might not even notice.

Nah, it's fine.

[niepokonany]

Whoever said that all the world was a stage couldn't possibly have known how literal that was to Feliks. Not about to be one-upped, he shifted the form of everything in his line of sight -- turned the carpet to an LED dance floor, the walls to mirrors that glimmered with all the light, all of the furniture into something that would look at home in some kind of futuristic space-mansion.

And the remote control -- well, obviously that was his mic!

Re: Nah, it's fine.

[gregorydeegan]

Flying high - literally - there was little more Greg's mutant power could add to the show, but... he was more than just mutant powers. He was his father's son, and he was a musician.

But he was ALSO a mutant. He powered hard, taking the lead for the first time in pace and energy, and... he danced acrobatically in the air. Splits and leaps and energy.

[niepokonany]

Feliks huffed for a moment, between chorus repeats, but he was determined not to be left behind! Stubbornly, he redoubled his efforts, singing his heart out to keep up with Greg --

-- only to stop dead in his tracks when he remembered wait a minute, isn't he lame? Well, this was unexpected.

[gregorydeegan]

When he stopped, Greg cut the music and the white fire, floating down until he was just a quarter inch off the ground. "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned as to why his friend suddenly stopped.

His face was lined with worry. He grabbed his staff and dropped to his feet, leaning on the staff, to save his energy to protect and help his friend.

[niepokonany]

Oh, God, he didn't mean to upset him or anything... Feliks never did quite get the hang of interacting with people non-awkwardly, even though he'd gotten a lot better over the years (or possibly just built up a good base of people who just sort of understood that was how he was.)

"Yeah, totally fine! You just totally got me off guard with all that flying and jumping around and stuff -- it was pretty rad!"

[gregorydeegan]

Relief broke across his face, turning into a bright grin. He laughed a bit. "Thank you, thank you."

He bowed over dramatically.. well as best he could, holding his staff.

"It's why I don't generally let this get me down," he said, lifting the walking stick to show him....forgetting he had been using it to stay standing.

FOOOMF! He landed on his belly, air knocked out of him.

"Should have seen that one coming," he mumbled into the carpet.

[niepokonany]

Gravity, he thought privately, seemed to do a good enough job of getting him down. No need to help it along.

He hurried to Greg's side, rolling him onto his side and offering him an arm up.

"Smooth, dude. I'm like, in awe."

[gregorydeegan]

He chuckled and accepted the help up. "Well, I am awesome..."

[niepokonany]

"And like, poised. Humble, too!"

[gregorydeegan]

"As humble as pie."

[niepokonany]

As a pie? Like, why would those be humble? They're pretty awesome.

[gregorydeegan]

"Dude" [he laughed] "You're the one who is awesome. You should totally come visit over summer break! My dad and Quilt will adore you. And my brother makes fantastic pie."

[niepokonany]

If I'm not too busy with the honeymoon and all my work, I might take you up on that! I mean, I do love pie.

[gregorydeegan]

"You could both come, after the honeymoon, then!"

[niepokonany]

Maybe! We'll see how it works out~

[gregorydeegan]

[He grinned.] "Just let me know!"