SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: SHU

[murdergate]

[ what if i let you get drenched while i hit a button and that was our legacy ]

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w2, monday

[roseoftexas]

[ what say you to getting trapped in the music store? new location, new week, let's go. shu is just at the door, nudging his foot against it like it's going to magically open the more he kicks it. ]

...

This is way more annoying than the hunger thing.

[murdergate]

This ship needs to be put out to pasture.

[ completely without his permission, nodd's hair has grown down to floor length, which he has momentarily fixed by braiding and tucking the tail of into his belt ]

Maybe put in a museum as a testament to the dangers of too much ingenuity.

[roseoftexas]

[ looks at the hair. wow. long. ]

Maybe it's one of those weird tests of patience and sanity -- see how much we can put up with before we snap.

[murdergate]

[ look other people are going full puppy-person, he's starting to consider his situation lucky. ]

Maybe we're all being watched for cruel entertainment.

[ nodd just came up with punk'd. ]

[roseoftexas]

What-- lock us up, turn us part animal, sit back and laugh?

[ rude, honestly. also quick nodd, trademark it. ]

[murdergate]

[ space ashton kutcher is shaking in his shorts. ]

It's grim, but I've never heard of a poorly attended hanging.

[ shrug. ]

[roseoftexas]

[ his intergalactic shorts. ]

…

Maybe that’s how they can afford to pay out so much. Royalty fees.

[murdergate]

And who says they have to payout if their payees don't survive the ride?

[ can we lighten up, kids?

nodd pivots on his heel, assessing the music store they're stuck in. ]

Never seen one of these before.

[roseoftexas]

Oh, that's one of my biggest suspicions right now. The pay is insane. There's going to be a catch.

[ there!! is going to be a catch! ]

You don't have music stores where you're from?

[murdergate]

No. If you want a song, you grab a bard or hum it yourself. Attend a concert. These small squares are see-dees, though, right?

[ a bitch is trying to edumacate himself on stuff from other worlds. slowly. ]

[roseoftexas]

A... bard? [ like ye olde bard? ]

That's the case. The CD's the disc on the inside.

[murdergate]

I guess there are musicians who don't consider themselves fully bards, but--oh. That makes sense.

[ approaching a rack of them to start leafing through. he recognizes nothing. vacant staring. ]

Do you have a lot of these?

[roseoftexas]

[ he's doing his best and no one can take that from him. ]

Not really. A few, back in the day. Most people just listen to music on their phones now -- y'know, like the IRIS lets you do?

[murdergate]

Right, of course. Sheba put a book on mine. [ he has yet to figure out how to read it because all he uses his IRIS for is pictures and his warrior cats ]

So everyone has something like an I.R.I.S.?

[roseoftexas]

Oh, nice. What'd she give you?

[ but he nods. ]

There are watches and stuff that can do some things, but nothing like the IRIS. Most of us have cell phones we use and those will play music.

[murdergate]

Something about a bad boy from the vampire planet.

[ it had a name, nodd. ]

That sounds kind of like Slates, but they only had those up north where they had the towers that--did something. I've barely touched one.

[roseoftexas]

Oh, the one they kept advertising? That seemed pretty popular back there.

... Slates?

[murdergate]

They're like the I.R.I.S but small? Rectangular? I suspect far fewer uses. They mostly let you speak to people or record what the Slate points at.

[ not the tech guy ]

Also magic-based.

[roseoftexas]

More magic.

[ he is so ???? about magic. ]

Technology I kinda get, but magic is something else.