key 004 ☄ [video; happy Elvis day!]

[yatagarasu]

[Hello, Somarium. This is Kay, with a shiny guitar that looks pretty new. She plucks a few strings, and then launches into the chords of Jailhouse Rock, by The King himself, looking and sounding very confident as she goes. Instead of remaining on her seat, she stands up and tries to dance around while playing.

Now, Kay is neither a good singer nor an accomplished guitarist. She misses a few chords every so often, gets a few strings wrong, and her pitches aren't perfect, but she deserves credit for trying. At least her singing voice isn't the annoying sort you'd hear on drunken karaoke nights; she clearly practiced a bit before this performance, and she doesn't scream the words. And of course, she keeps on going instead of going OH DARN IT I GOT IT WRONG or anything like that.

When she's done, she flops onto the bed, sets the guitar aside and waves.]

Happy Elvis Day! It doesn't look like Stitch is gonna wake up any time soon, so I decided to get started. If he does get up later, we'll do a duet, just like in the Elvis special of the Jammin' Ninja! If only I had my DVDs...

... [Now she's looking thoughtful, and a little concerned.]

I hope he wakes up soon. Elvis Day would be more fun with him around.

[Hmmm, what else, what else? She strokes her chin in thought.]

Oh yeah, I heard there was gonna be a police party! [The thief sits up again, clasping her hands together and...heck, she even forgets to just take this part of the transmission to a private call.] Mr. Edgeworth, can we go? Can we? Please?

Now I really hope Stitch wakes up! He could come with us!

Comments

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Yup. A bard. [Ohhhh. You mean that guy in medieval movies who strums and sings his heart out by a fountain.]

Um...what year are you from?

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

Year...30 of the Dragon Age.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Year...30? Dragon Age? [THIS GUY CAN'T BE FROM EARTH...] What's...your world like?

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

Uh...well, it doesn't seem too different than this one except...well, less sand.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Oh... [She'll probably take that last thought back.]

So yeah, Elvis is sorta like a famous bard. Only...we don't call them bards anymore.

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

Instead you call them...kings?

[Yeah. He doesn't get it - it just makes him think of Leliana becoming Queen or something - and that is a scary thought.]

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

I guess he's called The King because he's that good. It really doesn't mean he's royalty.

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

I...see.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

We do have royalty too, but...I think not as much as we did back then.

[Kay Faraday: Ace History Student.

...not.]

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

What happened to them?

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

They changed the way things were run. Now, you don't have to be a king or a queen or anything to be the leader of a country.

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

And that...works? How do you decide who leads? Whoever hasn't the strongest army or the shiniest most expensive pair of boots?

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

No, we vote for them. The people say who they want to lead.

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

So...like the Landsmeet then, sort of.

The lords and ladies decide?

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess you could say that. Pretty much everyone who's old enough.

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

I guess our lands aren't so different after all, then.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

Anyway, I'm Kay. Kay Faraday.

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

Alistair. It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Faraday.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Alistair! But you can just call me Kay, 'kay?

[wittyoneliners.livejournal.com]

Just...Alistair, La- Kay.

[dedikayted.livejournal.com]

Deal.