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Nora Diniro ([personal profile] eat_me_beat_me) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2012-11-26 06:59 pm
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[Nora's chilling out in the lobby today. She's got a boombox by her side as she lounges in one of the chairs with her sketchbook. The recent plague of sins has got her thinking and brimming with new ideas. She's bobbing her foot in time to the music pumping out of the boombox as she puts the finishing touches on Lust.

Whether it's the music itself or an intervention by the castle the speakers of the boombox suddenly EXPLODE, shooting sparks and pieces of plastic everywhere. Nora shrieks and hops to the other side of the couch]

What the fuck was that?!
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eat_me_beat_me: (wtf am I reading)

[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-12-04 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[sounding only slightly out of breath. Okay. Panic starting to subside]

Yeah... yeah I'm okay. My stereo just exploded.
theabjectauthor: (I don't think I believe you.)

[personal profile] theabjectauthor 2012-12-06 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It may have done so in protest to the amount of electronic noise drowning out those eloquent lyrics.
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[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-12-14 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She laughs]

it's called dubstep. It's from a couple decades in my future but it's pretty funky, right?
theabjectauthor: (I am knowledgeable)

[personal profile] theabjectauthor 2012-12-17 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Not being there in person, I cannot say for certain, but I would suppose that yes, an exploding stereo would both inspire a great amount of fear, and not smell very pleasant at all.
eat_me_beat_me: (snerk)

[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-12-18 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
What? No no no I didn't mean funky smelling. Funky like cool or weird in a good way.
theabjectauthor: (I am playing the accordion.)

[personal profile] theabjectauthor 2012-12-21 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
... [oh. slang. right. forgive him for being so literal-minded] ... It was certainly weird, but I'm not sure if I enjoyed it. It was a bit jarring for my tastes. Then again, I prefer classical compositions, or on occasion, independent popular music.
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[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-12-21 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
This was kind of independent popular music... Just from the future, I guess.

What kinda popular stuff do you listen to?
theabjectauthor: (I am playing the accordion.)

[personal profile] theabjectauthor 2012-12-21 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm quite fond of a group called The Gothic Archies. They let me stand in for their accordion player, once, on a duck boat cruise.
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[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-12-23 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I've never heard of them... Or duck boat cruises. [pause]

Did you say you play the accordion?
theabjectauthor: (I am playing the accordion.)

[personal profile] theabjectauthor 2012-12-23 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It's likely just as well you haven't heard of duck boats, they are rather kitschy, a phrase which here means "ridiculous and pointless, created mostly for the entertainment of tourists". They're actually vehicles which have the ability to also travel on water.

But, yes. I do, indeed, play the accordion, and have for many years now.
eat_me_beat_me: (Go ahead. Thrill me.)

[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-12-25 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[She laughs] I know what kitschy means. So these things can travel on land and water? That's so weird! I guess that's why they're called ducks, though.

I've never known someone who actually plays the accordion. Except for, like, Weird Al. One of my friends tried to teach me how to play the piano but playing music is his loss so it was kinda hard.
theabjectauthor: (I feel lost in the crowd.)

[personal profile] theabjectauthor 2012-12-28 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
... His loss? Oh - you mean the item or part of his mind that was taken from him... [he frowns] That's terrible. Music is one of the greatest comforts one can have in an unfamiliar place frought with danger and uncertainty. Once I was trapped in the service elevator of a French bistro and my only consolation until help arrived was the thumb piano I had secreted away in my briefcase. It was, however, dulled by the fact that the only song I could play on it at the time was When The Saints Go Marching In.
eat_me_beat_me: (Perfect Little Angel)

[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2012-12-29 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that. He can listen to music but he can't play it. It really sucks since I think he used to play all the time back home.

[She pauses before laughing and shaking her head] Seriously? You do realize that half the stuff you say is ridiculously unbelievable, right?
theabjectauthor: (I think you should back up a bit.)

[personal profile] theabjectauthor 2012-12-29 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
At least he has not lost the comforts of music altogether. That would truly be a tragedy.

[he frowns as she laughs at him - really, why doesn't anyone believe him around here] .... No. What would be unbelievable would be the thought that I could presume that anything which actually occurred to me, personally, and at great distress and misgiving, no less, could actually be ridiculous and or unbelievable. A man trusts his own memory, Nora, and I have always had the courtesy and faith to take you at your word.
eat_me_beat_me: (The hardest to listen to)

[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me 2013-01-03 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whoops... She sobers instantly, cringing at his words.]

I'm sorry... It's just that shi-- [She pauses, sighing] stuff like that doesn't happen where I'm from. I mean, it only really happens in stories or movies, not real life.

Though I guess people might not completely believe some of my stories, either.
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