Karen
Somehow finding himself wandering in front of the door of the music room of the grand mansion, Damien scratched his cheek with his index finger, not too sure as to how he arrived to the room. He was intrigued by the mansion and decided to enter and explore out of curiosity, but in no time flat, he found himself lost. He probably couldn't even make it back to the entrance if he wanted to, so instead of trying to retrace his steps, he searched deeper inside, to either find someone, or at least find something cool to gawk and/or interact with for a while. A music room wasn't exactly what he was thinking of, but it was still a nice surprise. Music was pretty important with movies and the like, so he at least understood its importance. Well this was the most he found within the last ten minutes, so it wouldn't hurt to look inside. Making up he mind, the blonde haired hero turned the job and entered the room like a normal person, gazing around the new room as he walked inside. It was much more than he expected, which... Well, he didn't know what to expect other than instruments. However, before he'd even have the opportunity to even take in this setting, the door he recently opened mere minutes ago suddenly flew open, and considering he didn't walk far from it, he flew right along with it, and before he could even understand that he was suddenly attacked with and/or by a door. Damien was quickly crushed in between the door and a wall, and all he could manage was a small, muffled shout of minor pain as the door slowly began to move back and free him from the temporary bind he found himself in.
Maxine
"Aw yeah, this is happenin'," Florence proclaimed, unaware of the person behind the door, as she walked into the room with the same energy that she used to kick the door. "The sigs definitely know their stuff," Florence took the setting in, inspecting a robust amp that was calling her name. She began setting up, her hands moving in fast and fluid motions as she pushed and plugged all the necessary tools for her craft. Yes, in a matter of seconds Florence was already sitting on top of the amp, legs crossed and keytar ready to jam out. Yet, there was no sound coming from her for she had to ponder what she was going to play in the first place. "This would be easier with an audience," She spoke to herself out loud, placing a doubtful finger over her lips. "Any ideas, Cursola?" She inquired but Cursola was busy inspecting the individual who had been crushed behind the door. "Sola," The ghost spoke, words prolonged and riddled with tempered annoyance that only the dead could achieve. "Totally excellent, you found us a listener," Florence exclaimed without any worry in her voice. She was painfully unaware of how hard she could actually kick. "Cur," Cursola's word prolonged again, floating away like specters only she could perceive.
Karen
"Ugh... Wha..?" It took the poor boy took a small while to regather his senses, rubbing his head as he slowly rose to his feet. That was out of nowhere... But hey, he found someone! "A listener?" Was the first he spoke aloud as he recovered, glancing at the room's new occupant and her pokemon. Glad to see someone in this giant building, even if they were unknowingly the cause of him being crushed. "Ooh, are you gonna play something? Sure, I'll listen!" It didn't seem to matter much to him, at the very least. Acting as if nothing happened to him, he walked over to the eccentric woman. "Oh! By the way, I'm Damien Will."