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// Bone Machine 
// Story: The Sound And Fury From Seaddle 
// by Nic-Fit 
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Chapter 8 : Bone Machine



Your bone's got a little machine



You're a bone machine



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It seemed like a forever ago the 'cables incident' happened, and for Vinyl it was. That must have been about 3 or 4 hours ago now, old news. By now she'd unpacked the stuff she'd been able to take from her shop, mostly consisting of her drum kit and DJ decks. This had the unfortunate side effect of massively reducing the floor space of the spare room where she and Lyra were staying, making it hard to reach anywhere in the room.

This also meant Lyra had to clamber over the drum kit in order to navigate to her bed, which sucked big time since it made a noise anytime part of it got moved. Add this to the fact she went to bed after the rest of them, and this lead to a supremely early wake up call for Vinyl and Octavia. Still, for Vinyl at least, drum kit is way better than no drum kit.

Lyra herself had brought everything she had in Seaddle to Octavia's house. So basically her Lyre, amplifier, effect boxes, a few cables and a big winter coat. The rest of her stuff was still in Ponyville, not there was a much of it anyway, pretty much just some clothes and her bed which she planned to collect once she had a place to stay proper. At the moment things were going far from perfect for her, but she also knew it could be much, much worse. She had friends and somewhere to stay here. And now also a picture of Octavia trapped in her own instrument leads. This photo would probably end up stuck on her lyre somewhere.


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The day was already off to a better start than the last one, considering that it didn't start pre-dawn for any of them today. Octavia was making breakfast for the three of them, Vinyl had gotten dressed (it was a cold one today, a shirt was in order) and was reading the paper, and Lyra was...somewhere?

Lyra was digging through Vinyl's 'Emergency Record Crate' in the hopes that the album she was looking for would be in there somewhere. Vinyl had also brought a bunch of her own records over when they took stuff from the shop too, so her quest could take some time. Although apparently today was her lucky day, she the album she was looking for in the crate, and another she wasn't exaclty looking for but was hoping would pop up somewhere. She collected her findings and went to the kitchen, setting the records down on the table.

"Hey Tavi, you should check these out, I reckon you'd like them."

On the table were two LPs, the first was 'Surfer Roseluck' by The Breezies.

"No, not The Breezies, just Breezies."

Octavia didn't even question what Lyra had just said or why, she'd learnt to just deal with it at this point, what ever happened just sot of did, that was it. Underneath 'Surfer Roseluck' was 'Is Nothing' by a band called 'My Special Somepony'. Octavia had heard about Breezies before, Vinyl mentioned them once or twice, but this second band was new to her. Still, Octavia wasn't a pony to pass up new music! At least, not anymore.

"Ooooh, those are great! I think you'll like 'em." Vinyl said, looking up from the paper.

"Wait, I've heard you talk about Breezies before, but who are this second band?"

"My Special Somepony? They make music thats all...uh...wavy, and fuzzy and swirly sounding."

Top work Vinyl, that made everything so much clearer. Octavia finished up making breakfast (Pancakes, really good ones at that) and went to listen to the albums as soon as she was done. None of them had anything planned for the day, so it was very much just whatever.


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Octavia had to give credit where it's due, Vinyl was right about 'My Special Somepony', fuzzy and swirly was pretty much exactly how they sounded. It was a pretty unique sound, huge, rolling layers of guitar making a wall of sound, almost droney sometimes, and sweet, quiet vocals., sometimes injected with moments of noisy, almost punk tracks every now and then. It sounded huge, like listening to a mountain, or some equally bad metaphor. This is a record she would need to add to her collection for sure.

She placed the LP back in it's sleeve, and replaced it with 'Surfer Roseluck' on the turntable.


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It was the weird time that only exists on Sundays, when there isn't anything to do and it's not time for dinner, but outside it looks way later than it is. Except it wasn't Sunday, but that's besides the point, it was one of those times where there isn't anything to do, really. Lyra was upside down on Octavia's sofa, finally finishing the newest Below Classical issue after unfortunate circumstances had caused her to stop, and Vinyl was just watching the clock, contemplating doing something, but at the moment she was too lazy to follow through with any of her plans. Eh, maybe later.

Neither of them had seen Octavia for an hour or two now, she went to listen to the albums and that was it. But being that kind of day neither of them bothered to go and investigate, doing nothing was too good. Besides, they were pretty sure she was probably still alive...

Octavia moved silently though the house, being a master of subtlety. At least when she chose to be. Right now she was behind the sofa, unnoticed by her guest. She had 'borrowed' Lyra's lyre, and was now just waiting for the perfect moment. She had played the lyre before, being classically trained she could play many instruments, the lyre included, even if her working knowledge of it was basic, it was enough.

From the other side of the sofa one of them sighed. "Now is the time!" From her spot behind the sofa, she began to softly strum the lyre acoustically, E, C#m, G#, A. After a few bars of this, she began to sing (not really her forte, but still).

"Where is my mind?"

"Where is my mind?"

Now she could hear them singing along with her.

"Wheeeeeereeeeeee is my miiind?"

As she played into the verse, Vinyl and Lyra's heads popped out from behind the sofa, both had grins plastered on their faces. Octavia didn't know the words to the verse, but she knew that they all knew another part anyway. Anypony who had heard this song knew this part.

"Ooooooooo, Ooooooooo!"

All of them sang in unison, with some pretty nice harmonies going on. "Yes, I think this was a good idea indeed."

"Ooooooooo, Ooooooooo!"

"Ooooooooo, Ooooooooo!"

And they just sort of sat there, wailing along to the tune as Octavia played it. It could've been hours, but it didn't really matter, they were having fun, and there wasn't really anything else to do.


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It had been decided, their first course of action as a band proper would be to learn that song. And maybe a few others from 'Surfer Roseluck' too, everything on that album was gold. They also had Vinyl's song lined up, and Octavia wanted to try something with Lyra's effects, so something noisy was in the works too.

They were a band, and they were doing band things! It was probably the best day where nothing actually happened ever! All they needed was a name.

Well, really they still needed quite a lot of stuff, but a name was pretty high on the priority list at the moment.


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