[Closed] Banjo Pluckin'

[lifeisntfun]

Who: Beatrice + Wirt
Where: Wirt and Beatrice's room
When: September 17
Rating: PG
Summary: Beatrice gets a banjo and is incredibly frustrated/angry.

The Story:
[Beatrice is not always the best at taking a joke, and this one is really pretty mean. What kind of jerk thought it would be funny to leave a tiny bird a banjo? And the cryptic note- Beatrice just doesn't know what to make of this.

She shouts loud enough that she makes Wirt jump.]

THIS IS NOT FUNNY. Well, I'll show them. I WILL USE THIS BANJO TO SPITE THEM. WHOEVER "THEM" IS.

Comments

[singloversing]

[WIRT DOES JUMP. What the heck is her deal, shouting out of nowhere like that.]

Uh. ...How are you going to do that, exactly?

[Mentioning that birds don't play banjos suddenly seems like a bad idea now though, so he backpedals before she can say anything.]

I-I mean. Did you know how to play banjo as a person?

[lifeisntfun]

No, and I imagine that it'll be harder now that I have wings and weigh ONE OUNCE. What kind of jerk thought this was funny?

[singloversing]

[It's actually very, very funny, but Wirt has a feeling that now is not the time to say so.]

Uh. The same jerk that thought giving me a fake eyeball was funny, I guess?

[lifeisntfun]

This person is a sick, sick freak.

The question now is, what can I do to spite this person?

[singloversing]

I dunno. ...Find a way to use it anyway, I guess?

[Make the useless gift a little less useless?]

[lifeisntfun]

What do you suggest, dunce? Turn it into a birdhouse?

[singloversing]

No! I mean, like. Maybe...like, you can pluck the strings or something?

[lifeisntfun]

[Beatrice plucks 1 string with her beak.]

It'll take a long time to play any songs this way, Wirt.

[singloversing]

Well, yeah. It would take a while even if you were a person.

[Probably not what she wants to hear though.]

Uhhh. Here, let me help.

[He holds it so it might be a little easier, and tries holding one of the chords down. He...doesn't actually know how to play, so it might be a little trial and error here.]

[lifeisntfun]

[Beatrice gives it a shot. She lands on the edge of the banjo head, stretches out her neck, and drags her beak across the appropriate strings. It's... certainly something. It sounds like a bag of cats being slammed against a wall.]

[singloversing]

[It...does. But Wirt laughs really hard.]

Wow. That...

[He snickers. He can't even lie about it.]

That really sucked.

[lifeisntfun]

LIKE YOU COULD DO ANY BETTER.

[HMPH. RUDE.]