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tagged by @asilverspring thanks homie!
last song: the mood i'm in/jsyk by the maine
favorite color: royal purple
currently watching: 30 rock rewatch, lost, and that's it since omitb wrapped. i am stuck in sopranos s3 but never have time for her w work and school :/
last movie: from dusk til dawn movie night w the bff
currently reading: where are your boys tonight and jane fonda's biography (again. work n school making my progress slow)
sweet, spicy, or savory: savory
relationship status: single
current obsessions: buying christmas presents for everybody so i can just Fucken Chill in december, olicharles, target's dried fruits and nuts snack section
last google search: "30 rock i know most of you aren't ghosts" (had to send the meme to a friend)
currently working on: sewing jean vest, keeping duolingo streak (220 days!), writing a fic of dubious quality, getting some fall clothes for when it gets cold, staying sane until my fun stuff this month (risograph workshop and halloween movie watchin')
tagging @thedevotionaltour @bicolumbo @whompthatsucker1981 @partyinthemysterymachine @alexkingstons @dinkydiamond @gayworths @jefffreybeaumont and anyone else who wants to do it, say i tagged you! xoxo
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dethklok and the revenge (band version aksjdkr) and flight of the conchords at a very weird music festival?
Yeah, why not?
Mostly stede/charles focused, and stede just sees murray and is that 'who is that other dog, where did he come from' drawn meme (guess what image references i spent ages searching for here with no success lmao)
mention of a past ship, Charles/maybe Murray? (of course it is. he has his Types. His gender is Businessman; he's so predictable it's Painful)
it should be about the music, and it is, but also charles who the FUCK is this joker and WHY is he here, and-
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"He looks just like me!" Stede hisses under his breath. "I hate that! How is that possible?"
"How did more than one hairdresser agree to reenact an 18th century haircut for two separate men who don't even know each other?" Wee John shrugs. "We'll never know."
"This is a perfectly nice cut!"
"It is! However-"
Stede hustles off before John can continue, in search of-
"Festival treating you well?"
Charles seems...well. Like Charles, he's not much for showing if he's overly happy or sad or anything, especially during work (and when doesn't he consider himself as working is the terrifying question.)
"It was until that copycat showed up," Stede gestures to the man, seemingly following him.
"Murray's a good manager," Charles says. "Did he say something, or-"
"His hair!"
"Oh. Oh! Oh, I see. Well...neither of you are onstage at least, and it isn't as if I don't look near exactly like every other more corporate type back here too-"
"I want him killed."
"It's an all levels of fame or lack thereof music festival," Charles continues. "You know me, I love having people killed, but isn't that a bit extreme?"
"You're just hesitating because you know him!"
"Murray, and his band, are harmless. Leave them be."
"Is that why you're attracted to me? Because I remind you of...eugh."
"That is not why I'm attracted to you," Charles sighs. "...I did notice the similarities the first night in bed together, but-"
"What other similarities do we even have?!"
"Oh god."
"Charles!"
"Wow!"
They turn from each other, and there he is. Of course.
"Sorry to interrupt, but the rest of us are doing some networking," Murray smiles. "Mel, have you got-"
"Free pin, free t-shirt, free link to the gofundme printed on the back of the pin so the band can keep paying rent!" she declares as she bounces by and drops merch into Charles and Stede's arms. "Have an okay show!"
"An okay show?" Charles asks, brow raised.
"Her sort of good luck thing for the Conchords," Murray chuckles. "If everyone else just has an okay show, then our boys might have a very good one!"
"Talent plays a bigger role than luck," Stede says.
"Indeed it does, but you don't need to be a dick about it," Murray replies without missing a beat. "Charles, how's Murderface doing? We saw some story in the news; what exactly did he do to that El Camino?"
"The car is fine now," Charles blushes. "He...likes experimental car races. Vintage cars driven while all drivers are on LSD, himself included-"
"This guy's legal fees for the bassist alone could keep my guys in rent and food for a year or more," Murray jokes to Stede. "So... you're new!"
"Hardly. Just our first time at this festival."
"Right so...new. That's what that means."
Stede nods, but a vein in his neck twitches.
"Let's do a run over the bands, hm?" Charles gently motions them along with his new Flight of the Conchords shirt. "Bret! Jemaine!"
They peer over from their small area to soundcheck (if it can really be called that when the festival has barely provided any space where one could hear oneself think, let alone play, before going onstage), but only wave.
"They're laser focused in on this performance," Murray says. "I told them, no interruptions! Except me, or Mel, or anyone selling food and water because they need to keep themselves healthy if they want to play well, and-"
"Well, my band has got wonderful manners," Stede interjects, and shouts down the hall. "Crew of The Revenge, front and center!"
Ed jogs over. "What's up, love?"
He presses a kiss to Stede's forehead.
"Why isn't everyone else following you?!"
"They're relaxing before we go onstage," Ed says softly. "You should too, look like you're going to pop an artery or something-"
"I could pop someone, that's for su-"
Ed shakes his head, offers Charles a sympathetic look, then jogs back to the band. Understandable, where he should be now, especially-
"Ah," Charles looks beyond them to the handmade signs at the stage entrance, being changed again.
Instead of The Revenge going on next, it's Dethklok now.
And there's a hurricane a few states away, closer to the coast, but he Knows, he Knows that means nothing when the band gets involved-
"How about we go try and shill some merch before my guys get out there, hm?" he continues. "For all three bands!"
"Mr. Capitalism over here," Murray chuckles. "Why he and I eventually stopped sleeping together; I simply couldn't-"
Stede lunges, Flight of the Conchords pin opened and in hand, and the sound of the hurricane swirls as, at the same time, Dethklok heads early to the stage.
Charles pops his pin and shirt into a bag held out by the nearest Klokateer. "Let the governor know we'll assist with cleanup however we can, but only if this current incident doesn't leave this festival."
At their feet, Murray and Stede stab ineffectually at each other, more or less taking turns with the pin.
"Yeah, I don't think the crime beat is gonna report on this."
"I should have you ki-" Charles pauses. "No. You're right. Normally, that would be insubordination that couldn't be overlooked but...what's your designation?"
"Klokateer 69, sir."
"Seriously?" Charles chuckles, ignoring the shrieks of fans outside being whisked away by the winds. "That's wonderful. Anyway. Do as I say, and you'll be rewarded handsomely."
He can just hear his band over the screams and rain and wind, and his foot taps ever so slightly in time with 'Wind Storm of Water and Death.'
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