FissionMailed

[Foxhound (the punk band, not to be confused with another entity known as FOXHOUND which the more heavily armed Nexus inhabitants have alluded to, but punk is about peace, not war!) wasn't brought here by chance alone. All things have a purpose, even in the nexus, and Raven has finally realised what the band was brought here to do:

To find a system. And then beat it. Because that would be so punk rock. tambopus is coming with him, but seems a little less infused with artistic purpose than Raven himself is.

They're starting their search at the foundations, because they're radical, but fourteen flights of stairs was more than enough for Alain and by the time they reach the lobby he's being carried on Raven's back, occasionally shaking his tambourine at Raven's circling bird.

...It's quiet here. The sort of quiet you get when the birds and beasts have fled an advancing storm. Something's changed.

On the other hand, it's quiet here, and there's no one around, and they could do with a breather - Raven slumps to the lobby floor, and tips his head back to look at Tambo. He's thinking about evenings at the beach, about sitting under the starlight together and...whatever it was they...]

...The hell?

[Whatever Raven was planning to start with Octopus, he can't seem to think about doing anything more intimate than, say, piggybacks. What's happened?]

Are you, er, do you feel...weird at all? Like...

[Like all their favourite relaxation options just vanished ;___;]


((ooc: have HSAU!Raven and Octopus, COCKBLOCKED and not happy about it. Bother?

Raven is a Love Interest and may give out points if you can gain his affection. If you are a Love Interest Tambo may attempt to pursue you. ...But beware of jealous punks. :D ))

[This didn't look like band practice. It didn't even look like school. But the raven seemed content, as if this were the right place to be, or...as if he should really, really, not consider the idea of trying to leave.

So he waited by the lobby door, with a raven on his head and a huge bass drum hanging from a strap on his shoulder. After a while, he began thumping it rhythmically with a drumstick.]