Melodious Nocturne

*Camera clicks on to Demyx in a white trench coat over his black coat and a stethoscope around his neck*

Hi everybody!

I've been noticing a bit of... an epidemic in the Hotel lately and I just want everyone to know that I'm here for you and I'm putting in place some simple measures to deal with the problem.

Birth control seminars will occur in the lobby every hour with free lube and condom samples.

I have also amassed a good collection of coat hangers. No questions asked. Room 602. Always open.  *A wink*

*A scene from the hallway outside of Demyx's door, the laptop propped on a random hallway table. The musician wanders past, wearing just a towel and humming. He opens the door to his room... To screaming darkness*

HOLY Hearts!

*Demyx slams the door shut. He looks up and down the hall before cracking the door open again.*

*This time he is greeted by nothing but static*

Ooookay...

*He shuts the door and tries again.*


*Demyx stares at this for a moment before shutting the door*

....Alright, back to the hot springs then!

One two three four, I DECLARE A ROOF PARTY!

I know we normally wait until after curses are done, but... you know, I think we need one now.

I'll bring the booze, you bring your unwilling roommate.

It'll be awesome.

Chao sex.



Lamest.

Sex.

Ever.

Uh...

Just wanted to make a general announcement.

I SWEAR THE WATER'S NOT MY FAULT THIS TIME.

*Clicks on with chipper, canned music in the background and Demyx leaning over the computer. A certain aqua haired Vocaloid is sitting seiza in the background and looking slightly doubtful.*

Oooh, this is a good one! *Cheerful Japanese from the recording.*

Rubu-san wa chotto...

Hey, are you paying attention?

...

Come on, you're not going to learn English at this rate! Say it now!

You make mai juices fro.

Very good! And you remember our last lesson? Say it with me!

*Both together* We give good head.

((Demyx is carrying on the fine tradition of corrupting the innocence in the name of science! knowledge with the help of One Point English Lessons!))

Dude.

First I don't get decent boobs during that girl curse.

And now I don't even get real wings?

This is lame beyond lame!

*The Organization coat has been traded out for a shorter blue coat that flares around his skinny hips in a way that defies gravity. The shirt looks like very shiny mesh or fishnet. Demyx is wearing obscenely tight pants that somehow are also very effeminate, along with several belts. His make up is heavy and reminiscent of David Bowie. The hair is the same, if a little sparklier.*

Hey guys! Is this thing awesome or what? I think I out sparkle even Manic during the vampire curse!

Oh, yeah, I wanted to let everyone know that I, *Sudden dramatic pose with EXTRA SPARKLES.*

LORD SITAR

sorta have the power to summon tentacle... things. And there's one in the hot springs.

So if you're heading down there, remember to bring extra lube!

GOOD NEWS.

MY HAIR IS STILL AWESOME.

HEY CHII!

I found a couch I like! It's in the common room right now, you wanna help me get it up the rest of the stairs?

((Demyx, being a lazy jerk, has decided that instead of going out and finding a couch to purchase, he's going to steal a couch from the common room. Because he can.))

Teaching, being up early in the morning, trying to make a bunch of idiot high school students make decent music, those meetings...

That all sucked.

But dude.

I'm gonna miss my couch.

It was the best couch ever.

((Music teacher Demyx never posted, but he was around. He had a couch in his office.))

That week was a hell of a lot of fun. Wouldn't mind seeing a few more like it myself.

Hey, Issun? I dunno if you're still, you know, interested. But if you are, be sure to let me know.


Manic-man? You wanna make up for some lost time?

*Self conscious shuffling*

Okay... Look... This is really hard for me to say.

But I've got this confession to make.

So you know, last week... last week was hard. For both of us. I don't think either of us expected... that.

And, well, we weren't... together for a lot of it. You had your... thing, whatever that was and I had to deal with all those water clones.

And... I've got a confession to make. I was... there was someone else--

Please don't look at me that way, baby! It didn't mean anything! It was just that one time and I was doing it for us! I didn't want to lose my callouses! That's all!

*Soft notes coaxed out of his sitar*

It won't ever happen again, I swear. That guitar meant nothing, sitar baby. It'll always be you, baby.

Um... Guys?

I was just wondering, you know, in a totally hypothetical way...

Is it still considered bad touch if you technically do it to yourself?


((OOC: Oh hey, this chaos isn't bad enough, LET'S ADD WATER CLONES TO THE MIX! Demyx's water clones are now also running amock in the Hotel. They can be spotted drifting up down the hall ways and a few have taken up residence in the hot springs, of course. Feel free to have them attack your character, cop a feel, or make tea! Their actions are purely random at the moment.))

[Recording clicks on to soft rustles of sheets and creaks of bed spring, along with contented, pleasured sounds]

Mmm.... Yeah, little lowe--Ohshit, cold hands!!

...Er, oops...?



.....Demyx...?

Yes...?

...Why do you suddenly have three hands on my ass, man?


.....Magic?

[A deep breath and then the sitar start, low but intense until Demyx begins singing this song.]

I want to be clean, I want to be whole
I want revenge, I want control
I want to give up, I want to give in
Destroy all I have been
I want to be cruel, I want to be cold
I want a chance to sell my soul
I want to break out, I want to dive in
To lose myself in sin
I don't need anything
I'm just wanting
Just wanting
I don't need anything
I'm just wanting
Just wanting--

[Music cuts off suddenly with a discordant twang and then a growl from Demyx]

...

Take it from Uncle Demyx, kids. Never lose your heart.

It SUCKS.

Alright, so I finally got Nammy to start eating and, you know, functioning again.  She took off this morning muttering something about erasing bubbles.  Some days I wish I could get in her head to see what's going on and then I realize I'd be an angsty fifteen year old girl, so what'd be the point in that?

So everything's back to normal-ish?  No more blood suckers?

No more sparkles for my manic-man?  You rested yet?  'Cause you know, there was some talk of meeting up after all of this, so if you're up to it....

[Recording clicks on to silence, then the soft rush of shadows as a portal opens. Demyx steps through, ranting as he moves]

Damnit, Naminé! What the hell!

[Soft mumbled response from Naminé, inaudible. A pause and a sigh from Demyx as he sets her on the bed in her room.]

I mean, damn, Naminé. I thought you were smarter than to get stuck in the shadows! What the hell happened? What were you thinking?!

[Naminé's response, just barely loud enough to be heard.]

Sora... Sora came over.

Yeah, and?

He bit me...

I guessed with the pretty bruise on your neck!

And he...and he learned about me and... and Marluxia and... He hates me now!

[Soft, choking sobs start up, along with an awkward silence from Demyx as he clearly doesn't know what to do with a sobbing girl. The sobs continue.

Finally, Demyx summons his sitar and begins playing Hallelujah, singing softly.]


Baby Ive been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you

I´ve seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not some victory march
It´s a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah...

[Demyx continues to play different verses, almost at random as the sobbing finally dies down and stops altogether as Naminé falls asleep]

Damnit, Naminé...

[Recording times out.]

((ooc: So, pretend this was actually posted late last night, in the wee hours of the morning, after Demyx collects a semi-conscious Namine from the shadows where she portalled after panicking and discovering the hard way she didn't have enough energy to get out again.))

[Recording clicks on to Demyx panting]

Dude, Sora?

It's cool if you wanna get Namine into the kinky things and all.

But first teach her about safe words or at least CONSENT.

She's been chasing me around with those freaky chains of hers since yesterday. When did she get chains?! I thought she just drew or something!

[Voice getting farther away as he wanders around his room]

I mean, hell, it's not like I'm against some of that stuff, but you know, I like warnings first. And, you know, not with Nammy because that's just kinda hella creepy.

[A distant rattle of chains is heard, muffled as if coming from outside the room]

...

Ohshitshe'scoming!


((ooc: Demyx is dealing with AU Organization Namine. 8D))