Who: Nathan Explosion and Skwisgaar the Younger. Where: Mordhaus proper. When: Right about now. Why: Because. Warnings: Incomprehensibility and bad English and probably swearing, maybe drinking, nothing more probably.
It wasn't often that either of the blonde guitarists was seen at Mordhaus these days, but the younger figured it was the only place he was liable to get some peace and quiet. Brenda Annn's was too full of people in too small a space to have any quiet, and the cabin was worse, even though there were fewer people, and he could probably have joined in if he'd wanted to. The point was that he didn't, and he also didn't want to have to listen to it.
So there he was, somehow managing to take up most of a couch, guitar in his lap. He wasn't playing anything in particular, just bits and pieces of everything, this was something that happened often enough that it shouldn't have been a surprise, just the way he worked through particularly confusing mental puzzles. Either that or he couldn't properly remember a whole song at a time.