I8DT: Unplugged (Open)

[Nick Varkan]

"Might have been useful, but no. Luckily they all looked different enough from us without them."

"The other me frikken bleached his hair."

[Alexander Kokinos]

"That would preclude you being a blond then. It also implies that you don't think you look good with blond hair," Alexander said with a chuckle.

[Nick Varkan]

"Oh! Right, sorry," he responded, "Redhead. With a short beard. So yeah, the slick-haired blonde M.I.B. look isn't for me."

[Alexander Kokinos]

"Yes, I can imagine that wouldn't be a particularly good-looking change."

[Nick Varkan]

"Lessee... Bear, AKA Closer, AKA awesome hippie chick; her other was some homicidal clown. John, AKA Genbu, a big green lizard dude; his was orange for some reason. Glad I never ran into them myself. And then there was The General, Professor Bowen's double. I shit you not, he was a flaming skeleton in power armor."

[Alexander Kokinos]

"Okay. I think this is a situation where my imagination is probably not doing the situation justice."

[Nick Varkan]

"No, probably not," he chuckled.

[Alexander Kokinos]

"I'm not sure whether to be disappointed in my imagination or glad."

[Nick Varkan]

"Be glad. It was a terrible place."

[Alexander Kokinos]

"I'll go with that then."

[Nick Varkan]

"Anyway," he said, "Since I have an audience, I guess I should play something huh?"

[Alexander Kokinos]

"If you'd like. Or I can leave you alone if you have work you need to do."

[Nick Varkan]

"Work? Nah," he said, "Just a little musical brainstorming."

[Alexander Kokinos]

"Well, play something if you like or continue your brainstorming."

[Nick Varkan]

"Got a request? Rock preferably."

[Alexander Kokinos]

"No requests. Just play whatever you feel like playing."

[Nick Varkan]

He thought for a moment.

"I think I've got the one," he said, starting to play.
(Unfortunately you'll have to imagine away the audio effects that pop up, but that's who Nick sounds a lot like.)

♫Seagull, you fly across the horizon
Into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asks you where you are going,
Nobody knows where you're from.

Here is a man asking the question
Is this really the end of the world?
Seagull, you must have known for a long time
The shape of things to come.
Now you fly, through the sky, never asking why,
And you fly all around 'til somebody, Shoots you down.

Da da da da da da da down.
Mm mm mm mm, mm mm.

Seagull, you fly, across the horizon,
Into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asks you where you are going,
Nobody knows where you are from,
Now you fly through the sky, never asking why,
And you fly all around 'til somebody, yeah,
Shoots you down. Mm mm, yeah.
Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away.

And you fly away today
And you fly away tomorrow
And you fly away, leave me to
my sorrow.
Mm, mm, mm.

Seagull go and fly, mm, mm, mm,
Fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow, fly.♫