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northwestofinsanity · 4 months

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Multi-Band Dynamic Incorrect Quote/Scenario 1: “Sick of Your Bickering”

-This scenario (more action than dialogue here) features The Who, Pink Floyd, and Supertramp if they lived in the same house together-

-Context: Everyone in the house is sick, or recovering from being sick, and those who are feeling better are attempting to start moving things back to normal-

Keith Moon: *Knocked out on the couch after trying to take an excessive amount of cold medicine to see what would happen*

John Entwistle: *Warily, and wearily watching over Keith* *Looks absolutely exhausted, as one who hasn't quite bounced back all the way, but can’t rest when half of his bandmates have*

Roger Hodgson: *Comes in through the front door, arriving back from the laundromat with three big bins of comforters, quilts, and sheets, and upon going over to the coffee table to start folding things, is struggling to try and separate it all out and fold the sheets before the wrinkle up*

Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey: *Having a heated argument on one end of the living room about whether or not to open windows and get fresh air in the house while multiple housemates are still sick*

Roger Waters and David Gilmour: *Having an outright screaming match on the other side of the living room that somehow started over cleaning out a vacuum cleaner filter*

John Entwistle: *Glances between Keith beside him, Roger Hodgson struggling to untangle and fold the sheets, and his bickering bandmates and housemates* *Sighs* “CAN SOMEONE HELP ROGER FOLD ALL THIS LAUNDRY?”

Pete and Roger Daltrey: *Stop arguing, look at each other and back toward Roger Hodgson with sheepish looks, and come over and start helping by sorting and separating out their items*

Roger Waters and David: *Stop arguing, scowl at each other before looking pointedly away from each other, then come over and help, too*

Roger Hodgson: *Frozen in place with a half-folded fitted sheet hanging off his hands by the inverted corners and blinks* *Is speechlessly bewildered*

#incorrect band scenarios #pardon my insanity #I honestly don’t know if I’ll do many of these -or when the next one will be (if there is one)#but this one was begging to be posted #insanity post #situational meme #incorrect quotes #John is 500% done with everyone #i honestly feel him right now so it feels as good a time as ever to take the jump and do this #this quote may or may not have been inspired by a moment at work that made me think of this (over a year ago no less)

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northwestofinsanity · 3 months

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Band Incorrect Quote/Scenario -“It’s Too Early For This!” (Happy Daylight Savings Spring Forward Monday)

Provided a bit later in the day than hoped, because Tumblr formatting put up a fight on me… A *long* scenario in an incorrect setting universe far more incorrect than most of my incorrect scenarios -solely for the guilty pleasure and humor of inserting bands into really wild situations that happened at my veterinary hospital job in current-day, in the chance occasions I could see their personalities fitting in. Featuring the mid/late 80s Squeeze lineup, since the clock fiasco here sort of parallels well to the “Hourglass” music video. (And maybe that’s the only realistic parallel here -but then, it is an incorrect scenario, and y’all can’t say I didn’t warn you!)

-It’s the Monday morning after the Spring forward to Daylight Saving’s Time, and the 7:00 AM openers (Keith and Gilson) are arriving at what was just formerly 6:00 AM to begin the day-

Keith Wilkinson: *Half asleep on his feet since he’s extra effected by the time shift. Goes into the pharmacy hall, takes the clock off the wall, moves it forward an hour, and hangs it back up, having to attempt this a few times because the nail in the wall is loose and keeps moving into the wall so there’s not enough sticking out for the clock to hang on. He finally gets it to stay up, and after waiting a few seconds to see that it isn’t falling and appears stable, shuffles off to help Gilson with other opening tasks*

-An hour later: The 7:30 arrival crew are all in, and mandatory opening tasks are finished. To attempt to wake up a bit, everyone is going around doing other chores and keeping busy until appointments begin.-

Glenn Tilbrook: *Working on the weekly chore list and cleaning walls and countertops in exam rooms that were deep cleaned earlier in the previous week, then breaks off to load the first appointment that arrives early*

Keith Wilkinson: *Upstairs in the supply closet, getting paper towels and a few other things they need to restock*

Gilson Lavis: *Folding laundry in treatment -Chris got a lot done over the weekend on kennel duty, and the trash bag nested in the bin is stuffed to the gills so that it stands up level with his chest*

Chris Difford: *Setting up and assigning other exam rooms to the other appointments that are coming up next by writing information on the whiteboards on the door and pre-loading supplies that will be needed specific to those appointments*

Jools Holland: *Setting up the lab and pharmacy counter, and reading the appointment information off the computer screen aloud to Chris so he doesn’t have to keep going back to it in between each room being set up*

Glenn Tilbrook: *Comes out of the room he loaded, having gotten all the history he needs to report to the office with*

-As Glenn goes into the office, a baby gate propped up along the side of one of the doctors’ desks randomly slides down and hits the tile floor with a loud clatter-

Glenn Tilbrook: *Winces, because the room he loaded is directly across from the office door, and the walls are very thin, so literally everything in the hall is audible inside the rooms*

Chris Difford: *Gets jumpscared, as he’s spazzy and disoriented from being overtired, then snickers quietly before continuing to prep rooms. He is especially sleep deprived out of all of them, because he worked kennel duty in addition to the time change*

Jools Holland: “Goodness gracious!”

Glenn Tilbrook: *Picks the gate up* “Well, that’s something to wake everyone up with!” *Gives the history to the doctor, then starts to duck back into the other room he’s working on cleaning*

-Not even two seconds later, before Glenn can even make it back to his cleaning supplies, a huge, multiple-crash clatter resounds from the hall, ten times louder than the baby gate falling, as the clock finally jumps off the wall, takes the wall-mounted phone out with it, and both attack the computer on the pharmacy counter below-

Gilson Lavis: *Still around the corner in treatment folding laundry* “WHAT in the bloody HELL was THAT?” *Sets down the sheet he was working on and goes around to investigate*

Chris Difford: *Gives off a single cackle nearly a full octave above his typical voice tone and goes into hard, silent, wheezing, hysterical laughter*

Jools Holland: *Briefly flinches and recoils back away from the clock that fell just inches in front of his face, then turns toward Gilson with a deadpan expression*

Glenn Tilbrook: *Turns straight back around toward the hall, just one second too late to see the action, but just in time for the immediate aftermath*

-The pharmacy wall clock is on the floor right in front of the counter. The phone, which usually hangs on the wall under the clock is also down -the body with the cradle, dial-pad, and intercom are on the counter, on top of the computer keyboard, and the phone receiver is on the floor, dangling by the curly phone cord stretched down the front of the cabinets. The computer screen is spazzing out with a hundred error dialogue boxes, due to the phone cradle actively holding down keys, which already got smashed when the clock went down-

Glenn and Gilson (in unison from opposite ends of the hall): “LORD have MERCY!” *Both chuckle*

Chris Difford: *Leaning over the counter over the sink, still shaking, gasping, and wheeze-laughing, with tears in his eyes. He’s visibly too weak to do anything but brace himself by his hands on the edge of the counter and lean against it to stay upright, and try not to look at any of his mates, because if he does, it’s going to set him off harder… He knows deep down this shouldn’t be this funny, but in his overtired state, it is the best thing in the world, and he is GONE!*

Jools Holland: *Picks the phone hook up off the keyboard, looking unimpressed; grabs the mouse and starts dismissing the errors* “What is this day?”

Glenn Tilbrook: “It’s hardly begun yet!” *Picks up the clock and starts fighting with the nail to try and get it hung back up again, having it shrink back into the wall on him multiple times. This causes the clock to fall again, only he catches it this time, with a priceless, wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression of surprise as he reaches to snatch it out of the air*

Jools Holland: *Finally cracks and starts laughing at this, which sets Chris off again and takes him further* “Well, shit!”

Glenn Tilbrook: “First the baby gate, then the clock and the phone jumping off the wall -our first patient is probably wondering what on Earth is happening here!”

Jools Holland: “That’s it, it’s official! *Goes into his dramatic announcer voice* Our clock says that it is WAY TOO EARLY for this!” *Flinches as the computer throws up another error box, because it is big-mad after having its keys pressed so aggressively.* “And apparently, now this does, too!” *Shuts the whole thing down so it can be restarted.*

Chris Difford: *Points to Jools in agreement, then shakes his head, still in hysterical laughter, and runs out around the corner into treatment, leaving the room to go pull himself together where nothing else can get to him*

Keith Wilkinson: *Comes around the corner scooting a huge Sam’s Club package of paper towels along the tile in front of him with his feet, while having a six-pack sleeve of Kleenex boxes tucked under one arm, a roll of trash bags under the other, and with fingertips wrapped around the handle of a half-gallon refill bottle of hand soap, only leaving one barely-freed hand for him to have held the rail while getting down the very steep stairs in the back* *Freezes in place and does a double-take at Chris running out in hysterics and Jools and Glenn trying to get the clock and phone back up, then unceremoniously sets down the soap bottle and tissue boxes, since they’re nearly falling out of his grip, anyway.* “What on Earth’s happened? I leave for five minutes and I’ve come back to this!”

Glenn Tilbrook: *Goes off in one of his guttural, mirthful cackles* “Too much! That’s what’s happened -too much!”

Jools Holland: “Too much at this hour, that’s for sure. Even without being an hour ahead!”

-Twenty minutes later-

Glenn Tilbrook: *Notices that the clock is twenty minutes behind, approximately where it was when it fell down* “What?” *Takes it back down and tries to check that the batteries didn’t come loose, then realizes he can hear it ticking, though the hands aren’t moving, and in trying to turn the knob on the back to adjust the hands, realizes that they came detached from the internal mechanism with the glorious impact* “Oh, shit -great!” *Tries to fix the clock one more time, just in case, before leaving it on the manager’s desk*

Chris Difford: *Places a note on the clock stating ‘It jumped off the wall and broke’ and finds the office instant camera to commemorate the most chaotic Spring Forward*