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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[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.