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[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Someone is feeling lonely and depressed and just... oh just about every flavor of 'not good' in the book that a robot can feel. If he had a stomach it would be in knots right now.

It's... been an unpleasant time here. The damage on his face is clear enough, with the one blue eye constantly flickering out. He gives his head a sharp rap and it flickers back on again, but there's no smile into the terminal right now.

He just wants to try and cheer himself up]

H-hey. Does anyone he-he-here wanna song? I gotta few s-s-songs if ya wanna hear 'em.

[No accordion, none of the songs he wanted to sing needed it anyway. He was kind of taking Legolas's advice and doing what he likes to do anyway.]

It's a re-re-real sweet one. Nuthin' t-too loud 'r nuthin.

[He hums a few bars, before going into the piece, the tune just a little bit more mournful than usual.]

...

I-i-if ya want any other s-songs, I got more. Wou-wouldn't mind s-singin' 'em fer someone if they wanna hear it.

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[hystericull]

[Hey, it's the stupid stuttering robot again.]

[It's pretty common to see a morose fool mucking about on the network, but not often do the morose fools break into song. It might not be the type of music Gamzee would usually listen to, but he could still appreciate the talent. You win this one, rusty dude. He's gonna sit here and listen, because the mournful sound is easy on his pointy little grey ears.]

Weren't expectin' all a noise motherfuckin' like what's that is to be comin' outta such a hunk of junk.

[It was what he needed to soothe his raging hangover, anyway. Gamzee curled up in front of the terminal some more. Drinking the nasty flower tea was disgusting, but it was making his stomach feel a little better.]

Props all being directed at them fuckin' pipes yours, motherfucker.

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

I a-a-ain't ju-junk.

[But there's not a lot of oomph behind the words. He's not up for an argument right now, he just wants to sing.

He scuffs the ground with a foot, half leaning over the terminal]

I wa-wa-was made ta sing. It's what I'm supposed ta d-do. 'Course I'd be g-good at it.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee's not one for compassion, but if Rabbit wants to sing as a form of catharsis, he'll definitely be a willing audience. He'd poured his tea into an empty Faygo bottle, and after taking another swig of the steamy concoction, he made a quite displeased face before returning the bottle to the terminal desk and addressing Rabbit again.]

Motherfucking made for it? That's all kinds of fuckin' wicked cocky, you ass.

[He grinned, scratching at his ear with an overgrown claw. He probably looked like shit. He didn't care.]

What about motherfuckin' throwin' down them sick beats, huh? Ever get your slam on with another motherfucker? Get the rhymes flowin' like a gangsta flyin' fuckin' straight up outta the slayborhood?

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[He couldn't think of anything else that would improve his mood. Everyone he knew was apparently dead, he was all by himself here, all he had left was his music. As long as Gamzee wasn't openly insulting him, he saw no reason to make a fuss. Even the hunk of junk comment managed to pass by with barely any kind of argument.]

It's t-t-true. I wa-was made ta ma-make music, it's wha-what I do best.

[It's fine, Rabbit certainly doesn't look his best either, battered and dented.]

... Ya me-mean rap? I uh... d-don't do that kinda mu-music, buddy. I can rhyme just fine though.

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[gloomyapoplectic]

[What a soothing tune. Kanaya doesn't know much about music (or robots, besides the ones Equius used to make), but she at least knows when something is nice to listen to.

Though the melancholy still seems to weigh her features, she manages a polite smile when she turns on her feed.]

If you do not mind continuing your performance, I would be interested in hearing your other songs.

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

Ya w-w-would? We-well... good. I'm glad someone wa-wants ta listen...

Wha-wha-what kinda so-song wouldja like?

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[gloomyapoplectic]

[At that, she looks a tad embarrassed.] I am afraid I don't know much about music. [Aside from sometimes slamming with Gamzee, but that's really different from this.]

I enjoyed what you sang. If there is anything in a similar style, I'm sure I would enjoy that, too.

[After that bout of fumbling on the topic of musical preferences, Kanaya tries again, a bit more specific this time:] I think I would like to hear what you want to sing most.

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[cutestprogrammer]

[Chihiro claps when the song is over.]

That's a really lovely song! Are you a singer?

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

Y-yeah. I play instruments t-too. I'm real g-g-good at it.

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[cutestprogrammer]

Oh, what sort of instruments do you play?

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[pushedaround]

[ Tavros would be seen leaning toward the screen, resting his chin on his hands and smiling. Even though he loved to embarrass himself by awful rap lyrics, but hearing that soothing type of music was enjoyable as well. ]

That was really amazing. You're a great performer! I'd love to hear more!

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Oh he remembers you!]

Ya'd li-like another one? I-I-I can do another one. Wha-what kinda song d'ya wa-want, buddy?

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[pushedaround]

Wow, I get to pick?

[ Oh dear lord, so many options! Let's see. ]

Uhh, I'm not sure, but I kinda want a happy song!

[oathshackledbird]

[There is just polite clapping at first, but after a moment, Diarmuid settles in front of the terminal completely.]

Very nice my friend, though I suspect the song is suppose to be a little less melancholy originally? The music type is much different from what I am familiar with, so perhaps I am wrong...

[He gives the damage on the robot's face a critical and worried look.]

You have had a rough time since we last spoke. Is Yotsuba all right?

[spaghettiinmysoul]

We-well it's n-n-not really a happy song e-either... But yeah it ain't supposed ta sound... ma-maybe that sad.

[Rabbit rubs at a dent on his face]

The ki-kid's fine. I ma-made sure of that. I wo-wo-won't let anythin' ha-happen ta her.

[oathshackledbird]

I am glad to hear that. She is such a curious child and it has not been a good few weeks.

[Diarmuid's eyes follow Rabbit's fingers as he rubs at the dent.]

I wish that I knew more about machines and such. I hate seeing you so dented up. Is there nothing that can be done to repair the damage to your face?

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[tohko_amano]

I'm sorry that you're not doing well..but that was a lovely song.

[It seemed that this month was a good time for singers. It wasn't quite autumn..but there was nothing wrong with it, if it helped people feel better.]

If you want to sing again, I wouldn't mind hearing a few songs.

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

Re-really? Well that's ju-just swell. Wha-what kinda song d'ya wa-want?

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[tohko_amano]

Let's see..something really sweet! Although..it would be best if it didn't go too fast, so I could hear the lyrics. Some songs are like that sometimes.

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[blackwitch]

[ ... A robot, really? It pulls Evatrice's interest enough for her to actually listen to what's being said on the broadcast and even listen to the song. Sure, she's used to seeing weird stuff, but robots are different - they aren't powered by magic, after all. ]

Wha-t, were you programmed just to sing?

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

Y-yep. I'm a si-singin' mu-musical automaton! Bu-bu-built in 1869!

[blackwitch]

I didn't know they built robots just for that. Doesn't it seem pretty useless..? Humans can sing just as fine, after all, and it's not like singing is necessary.

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[heavenscorpse]

That's a very pretty song. Would you like a song in return?

[V/V flutters her wings as she starts thinking of one. It seems fair.]

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

Why su-sure sweetheart, I'd l-l-love a song from ya. Ca-can it be a l-love song?

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[heavenscorpse]

Of course it can!

[The song V/V chooses suits her pure and light voice well, and it's a beautiful tune on its own.]