HtH110 – “Imma Gonna Git You Sucka!”
EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: House plays questionable music. Piaccta launches a timely intervention.
What can only be described as a ghastly kind of sound is emanating from the second floor. That lark-cry of dissonance can be traced back into a small purple room, where a familiar figure wearing a Frxnch beret is standing in front of a digital mixer, blasting a song with lyrics too questionable for print! Between the incessant record scratching, House shakes her body to the hand-clapping beat, manually adding in sections of electric keyboard herself!
Even the over-pitched auto-tune vocals couldn't save this one!
Still, the girl appears to be having fun.
The scratchy chords take on a life of their own, prescribing themselves a grove-green dye, they pierce through walls, windows, doorframes and dimensions alike.
It seems that this girl has no intention of stopping on her own!
The public peace must be preserved!
A small crack appears in the doorway, and a figure in summer yellow stands in the gap waiting; one hand on the door. She looks upon this scene with slightly narrowed eyes, not judging, but at the same time, not quite approving either.
"Aw, Piaccta, don't be a stranger! Close the door, you're letting the hallway light in!"
"Hmm, I don’t know if that’s a good idea." Piaccta stands firm, planting herself at the side of the door.
"I take it you aren't a fan of 'Imma Gonna Git You Sucka!', remixed by the one and only yours truly?!"
The girl puffs herself up, and continues to turn knobs on the mixer, which in turn blinks and flashes with a litany of colored lights.
Piaccta casts her eyes around the room, she observes the space has been turned into House's small domain. There are out-of-this world posters plastered all across the wall, and the very back wall has been transformed into a sort of notice board with red lines criss-crossing each paper segment pinned to it.
"That’s why Piaccta came here—to look for you." Piaccta's gaze lingers on the mixer with many lights. She had never been much musically-inclined, so she could never fathom where it came from. She just felt a strange feeling of familiarity with it.
The music stops, with an extra round of record scratching from House. The girl stands with her hands on her hips, certain of what was coming. It was all too predictable at this point!
When the two of them lock eyes, it is as if time stopped for that very moment!
Hmm hmm! Piaccta had come to stop her from playing music too loud! However, Piaccta is far too polite to come in and tell her off, so Piaccta is going to use a roundabout way of getting her to stop, like sharing a piece of cake or something!
The movement of time resumes!
When it does, Piaccta instantly declares with a finger pointing pose!
"Piaccta knows! That you think 'Piaccta is here to stop you from playing music'!"
This time, it is House that is taken aback!
W-what?! She just stole my favorite trick!
Instead, the girl hops down and approaches House in front of this blinking instrument of power. Tentatively, she reaches out a shaking hand and turns the dial on a random mixer knob. The mixer responds with an overly auto-tuned outburst of breath!
(auto-tuned)
"WRRRRRRRYYY!!!"
Piaccta jolts back a little at this battlecry, but only for a moment! She tentatively edges back to this new device, and finds that her little fingers are soon pressing buttons out of sequence, trying this out, and testing that out. Many of these buttons produce musical sounds, like the tap-tap-tap beat of a metronome. Sometimes, they yielded sensible results like the slider at the right controlling the volume; at other times they were incomprehensible, like the pink button suddenly belching out the word 'deadbeats'.
What a mysterious contraption!
All forms of voices and music comes out of it, and it appears that if one mastered the many flashing lights and knobs and dials, they too could become a master of auto-tuned sorcery!
Seeing Piaccta try all the little beeps and boops without restraint, House's eyes light up as well, and she reaches down into the cabinet that the mixer rests atop, and pulls out a small pink microphone! Jacking it into the mixer, she practically thrusts it into the girl's hand, and starts tuning the knobs with the tip of a mischievous tongue out!
"Here! Try saying something into the microphone, Piaccta!"
"What should I say?"
"Anything! What was the last thing you heard when you came up here??"
Our sunshine girl shuts her eyes tight, trying her best to recall the moment before she came up to the second floor, and when she opens her mouth, the words that come out are,
"Initiating FTL jump to... the Bernard system."
Piaccta says those words into microphone, not expecting anything back.
However, what came back from the mixer was...
"Initiating FTL jump to... the Bernard system."
This time, it is Piaccta's eyes that go wide, shaking the microphone up and down like a champagne glass! she points at the mixer, having recognized the voice that belongs to!
"That's... that's gotta be Miss Minara's voice!"
"Ehehehe! You got that right, lil' Dio!" House slaps the top of the mixer, "This bad boy can fit so many things in it, I don't think that I have scratched the surface of what she can do! Amazing, the things you find just lying around in our house! Whatcha want to try next?"
Our young girl in the yellow sundress usually doesn't take well to being asked that question.
The flood of possibilities always seem to overwhelm her at the worst moment, causing her words to break down when she needs them the most.
This time however, Piaccta knows exactly what she wants to do.
"Anything, Miss House?"
"Yep! Anything!"
"Then, Piaccta would like to try..."
The Room Under The Stairs.
In the cramped underspace, Minara Incognito is holding onto a controller, pressing buttons and staring into the democratic glare of the screen before her. She is not streaming tonight, so she didn't put up her usual VR setup. However, the second controller had been requesting reinforcements for some time now. Pulling off her headset, she looks as if she were about to send Rover to fetch her playmate, now that the horrendous noise has stopped...
The melodic voice that floats down from the second floor is completely unrecognizable to her...
It is slightly operatic, hitting soulful high notes, while still preserving the low-to-super-earth patriotic vibes of the song...
"What the hell...?"
Minara's head turns fully towards the direction of the second floor,
"... just who is singing the Super-Earth anthem at 3 A.M in the morning?!"
We are trying something different! This is a simul-posting at the same time as the Scribblehub release! Go check out the entire series at this link!
