ERPS, day late! (dollar short)

[2hell_weride]

[[Sometime approaching Midnight-Thirty on November 7th, MarKus starts marching his way through the ship. Somehow he'd convinced the resident DJ to loan him an amp, which he lugs, along with Johnny's old guitar around the ship, until he can get himself on an open deck.

From there, he plugs in, turns it up to 11, and starts jamming out

Does he care if he's making noise for sleeping people? NOP! He's 18 now, and he gives NO FUCKS about you and your opinion of the noise-making matter!]]

Comments

[sonofgucun]

[MarKus. You find a book smacking the back of your head. Its... sorta thick - but not enough to do any worrying damage. Just enough to REALLY smart.]

Ahem.

[Its Cheng. He's not looking rather pleased. And his eldest is on his shoulder and looking sleepy-grumpy. Nice job waking up the kid.]

[demonofjeeha]

[Rocking out. By himself if he has to.]

[aces_high_grope]

[Here have little sister singing along, off key dancing around the room because hey! Not like she has duty early in the morning!]

[no_wan_no_life]

What is this noise? Is the world ending after all?