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[what_ho_jeeves]

Who: Bertie Wooster and OPEN
What: A Wooster about town
When: All day today-ish
Where: Various locations
Notes & Warnings: Multiple starters in the post, or feel free to add your own! Prose or action spam both welcome.

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[andiwillfollow]

Despite popular belief Charon did take a break from patrolling. Rarely. Sometimes. Though they were usually very short breaks in which he'd sit at the bar and have a drink or two, because sometimes even he needed a drink. Especially with this neural flu going around, giving him a headache. Normally he would just avoid people all together with something like this going around, but he had a tin foil hat so he wouldn't have to worry about shared thoughts being a concern.

The music he hears being played from his spot at the bar is actually a familiar one. He heard it on the kid's pipboy all the time, on that Galaxy News Radio station. He also vaguely had the impression he remembered it from far before then, even. Back before the Great War. It was comforting in a way Charon couldn't really pinpoint, and he honestly didn't dwell on it too much. But it's that almost-memory that has him turning towards Bertie at the piano. Hopefully this time he won't scream at the sight of him. His head hurts too much to deal with that.

His tone is brusque -- but then again when isn't it? "But now, God knows. Anything goes."

Look, if he's going to sit there and play music the least he could do is get the lyrics right. And it just so happens to be one of the things Charon's brain chooses to allow him to remember. God knows he heard it enough.

[what_ho_jeeves]

"Is that how it goes? Much obliged, my good...chap." He was pretty sure the person was a chap. The voice was decidedly chappish, and the height and general build and configuration, but, well, at first glance Bertie wouldn't have assumed that the chap was even alive, so he wasn't entirely sure he should trust his assumptions on this one.

He played a few introductory bars to the phrase and then enthusiastically sang, "But now, god knoooows. Anything goes."

And added a few more piano bars, and stopped.

"I don't suppose you know the lyrics to the rest of it as well. I only heard it the once right before I departed on this holiday and now I've had the blasted thing stuck in my head for days yet can't remember it."

[andiwillfollow]

Charon gives barely a nod before going back to his drink. It sounded a lot better now that he actually used the right lyrics. Less like noise and more like music. When Bertie asks him if he knows the rest Charon looks over at him again, making a small sound that might have been half groan and half sigh.

The fact that this song so easily gets stuck in one's head is probably the reason why he remembers it.

"Vaguely."

Which is kind of a lie.