Practice at Smoky's Place!

[Mr. Improv]

Smoky Blues plopped down on his couch after placing a Derby Hancock record on his record player. The sound of Canterlope Island soon filled his house. He sighed, happy to be finished with work for the day. He loved teaching impressionable minds about music, how to play their instruments of choice, and all that, but some of them were....enthusiastic about it, to say the least. Still, at least he wasn't teaching a high school band. There was that.

On his way home the previous day, Smoky had taken down his notice on the bulletin board, and replaced it with a new one asking his new band members to get in touch with him about practice times and when they were available.

He'd already spoken with a local business owner, Klondike, about performing some time in the future, and Klondike seemed receptive to the idea. Now all that remained was for the other two members of his band. Arcane Scholar, the explosion guy, the singer. Octavia, the bassist, and possible governor.

Now, that would be a cool name for a band. Explosions and Possible Governors? Then again, maybe not. Smoky relaxed even further into his sofa, waiting either for something to happen, or for the record to finish playing.

[Masterweaver]

Masterweaver paused for a moment, then gave a light tapping at the door. "Um... I understand there's a musician position available. Is anypony here...?"

[Mr. Improv]

Smoky awoke from his reverie to the sound of light knocking at the door. "Be there in a minute!"

He turned the volume down on his record player and opened the door to find Masterweaver the pegasus pony standing at his doorstep.

"Come on in! I didn't think anypny else would sign up, but here you are. You're Masterweaver, right? Think I saw you at Pinkie Pie's party."

Smoky lead Masterweaver inside and to a worn, comfortable-looking recliner. He walked into his kitchen briefly and returned with two cold glasses of sarsaparilla, setting one on a coaster to the right of the recliner. He then sat down on the sofa, across from Masterweaver, and waited for a reply.

[Masterweaver]

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NO CONTROL OF OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS! You CANNOT lead Masterweaver in without my permission, you DO NOT decide where he sits! You can serve him sarsaparilla without asking though. Sorry about shouting, it's a hot-button topic for me.

Masterweaver walked near a sidetable, standing and looking around. "I... didn't sign up, actually. I just wondered... what exactly is available...?"

[Mr. Improv]

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I completely understand. I've RP'd with people who would attempt to outright kill other characters. I didn't mean to offend you, sorry if I did. It honestly just slipped out.

"Right, sorry, shouldn't have assumed. We currently have three ponies. I'm on piano, Octavia's playing bass, and Arcane Scholar's singing. We could use a drummer, a guitarist, a trumpet player, or a sax player. Or, if you'd like to play piano, I can play trombone really well, too. Any of that interest you?"

Smoky sipped his sarsaparilla, raising his eyebrows and smiling. Canterlope Island was just beginning to get to the good part, with the sax solo.

[Masterweaver]

"...um. I think I could handle guitar and drums at the same time." Masterweaver flexed his wings. "It 's not something most pegasi try, but I can move these around quite a bit... although I might need to rearrange the drums from a standard positioning...."

He looked around. "...where are these drums, anyway?"

[Mr. Improv]

Smoky sipped his sarsaparilla and scratched his chin pensively, contemplating the tail end of the sax solo before replying. "Well, I have a spare set I can get for you, if you don't have one. And..." He scratched his chin once more, considering Masterweaver's offer to play guitar at the same time. If he was serious, he was one dexterous pony. "If you're serious about playing the guitar at the same time, which would be both nuts and aweseome, I have one of those, too. I'd have to go down to the band room and get it, but there you go."

[Barbarella]

A knock comes at the door.

[Tom Atlus]

Archie, after finishing his daily routine of Everfree Expeditions, magic research, and general shenanigans, trots up to SmokyBlues's door, giving it a firm but neighborly few knocks.

He sighs, pondering whether or not any of the other members would be there. With a shake of his head he dispels his worries for now. He's there to have fun and sing, not perform live at Canterlot for Celestia. He gives a nod to the other pony waiting beside him.

"Hey there Octavia." He says with a smile.

[Barbarella]

Octavia is not surprised at this question, as she is now a filly traveling under the guise of a box.
"Oh, nopony important..." she says.

[Mr. Improv]

Smoky was about to grab the keys to the band room and bring the drumset and guitar (how he would hold it all with his limited telekinesis was another issue) when a few knocks came at the door.

"Oh, would you look at that. Wonder who it is? Just make yourself comfortable, Masterweaver."

Smoky opened the door to find his friends Arcane Scholar and Octavia standing outside. "Hi, guys! Come on in and say hello to Masterweaver over here."

Smoky stood back, motioning for Octavia and Arcane Scholar to come in. It took him a second to realize that Octavia's voice was coming from a box. And she was quite smaller than he remembered! He stood a bit back from the doorway, confused.

"Uh, Octavia, two questions. Just, uh, just polite interest..why are you short now? It is you, right? You're not Octavia's little sister? Also, why are you in a box? I guess technically, that's three questions, but yeah.

[Barbarella]

Octavia shrugs from underneath the box, which from anypony else's viewpoint would just look like the box lifting a few more inches from the ground.

She walks in and sets herself down, box and all.

[Tom Atlus]

Arcane sighs as he trots in before giving Smoky a friendly smile.

"Hey there Smoky. How's it hanging?" He says, holding up a hoof for a high hoof.

[Masterweaver]

Masterweaver quietly moved to a position behind the chair, observing the newcomers and waiting patiently to be introduced.

[Mr. Improv]

Smoky didn't leave Arcane Scholar hanging. He slapped a hoof against his friend's raised hoof, and then spoke.
"I'm doing pretty well. Have you met our potential band member over here?"

Smoky stood where all three of his guests could see him.
"Archie, Octavia. This is Masterweaver. He's thinking about playing drums..and guitar...at the same time! Which is pretty...noteworthy."

He chuckled at his pun. Glancing at the box that was passing for some sort of hat for Octavia, Smoky shook his head.

[Barbarella]

Octavia notices Smoky glancing at her box.
"What? Would you rather it be a bucket?"

[Masterweaver]

The pegasus nodded as he was introduced, his gaze falling on Octavia's box. A raised eyebrow was his only comment.

[Mr. Improv]

"Right! So," Smoky said, attempting to disperse any lingering awkwardness. "The way I see it,we can do one of two things."

Smoky held up a hoof. "One, you guys can wait here while I go get the drums and guitar for Masterweaver.."
Smoky dropped that hoof and held up another. "Or B, we can all just head down to my classroom with our instruments and practice there since class is done for today."

He dropped that hoof and pondered for a minute before adding, "Oh, and we need to decide on a band name. Any suggestions?"

[Tom Atlus]

"Whatever is more convenient for you I suppose... Also I'm terrible with coming up with band names, so, uh, sorry." Archie said, facehoofing at his own inability to come up with good names.

[Masterweaver]

"Music is an expression of self unrelated to identity. It reverberates within souls of all whom it passes, causing changes both subtle and dramatic. To practice the great art and weave the air itself into a tapestry is an honor that needs no name."

The pegasus shrugged. "So... Reverberations. That's my idea."

[Mr. Improv]

Smoky considered the suggestion and shrugged. "Sounds good to me. As long as we don't get billed as 'The,' I'm good."

He walked over to the record player and put on an Oats Waller single called "By the Light of the Silvery Moon."

"Any objections to 'Reverberations?' Bit new-agey for a jazz band, but we could make it work for us, I think."