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[saxappeal]

[Sometime at night, say... 9 o'clock PM on a Saturday, some lively jazz is being broadcast all over the Omeganetwork. Anybody with even half of a brain can pinpoint it to The Gold Mill's live weekly shows, with the sheer volume suggesting that whoever's left their watch on is probably somewhere in the front row.

Patrons to the club might recognize the saxophonic stylings of Ben Birdland, but anybody listening in over the waves would more likely recognize him as the 2-ton mass of brass, Big Band. Seems he's off duty, working a sax in his spare time.

Feel free to bug him over the network (though he probably won't respond until after he leaves), or even in person if you happen to be around. Just... try not to interrupt the band, or else there might be repercussions.]

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[saxappeal]

Didn't think ya had it in you to listen the whole way through, Peacock. [He's joking, of course, but he knows about her legendary lack of attention span.

He's backstage now, a little away from the band-mates to make sure there's at least some privacy going on now.]

Besides, I've had a hell of a lot of practice. Both in jammin' and fightin'. Maybe next time we're out, I can show you a thing or two. Either one, if you want.

[steamboatkilly]

Didn't think anybody'd have the patience for that snoozefest. [You know she loves it though.]

Yeah, if we ever get the chance. This whole Devious threat thing's the pits. It's been forever and there ain't even a single bot in sight! I call bull.

[saxappeal]

Tell that to the sold-out crowd! [Which he'd show, if he wasn't afraid of giving everything away.]

Y'know, fact that she hasn't had any outright attacks means that she's probably planning something a whole lot worse. Ever think of that?

[steamboatkilly]

So? I didn't sign on fer Doctor Dingus's Mystery Hour, I came here t'crack heads!

[Even though that's the exact opposite of why she's here.]