J,GoB, Wednesday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Since she didn't have any more classes before Friday (and didn't feel like spending all her time on the ones she was taking independently), Natalie was exploring the town today. So far, it seemed... cute. Interesting in a kind of a quaint small town way. Because it was small, for what she was used to.

It was no Montreal, and Natalie wondered how long it would be before she'd start feeling like it was too small for her.

But, that was for the future. Right now, she was still enjoying it, and just barely starting to discover the places she might like. She stopped by the bakery, then came back out again to seat herself by one of the tables out front, with her coffee and a few cupcakes. Seemed like a good place to quietly peoplewatch.

[ooc: Open like an open place in town tends to be.]

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[necroslacker]

Sam was still processing his one class of the day when he came upon a familiar face. Okay, a semi familiar face since he'd met her once and he'd decided she was bored with the world. So, semi familiar was what he was going for.

Despite that, he still had one of the books she'd recommended in the bag over his shoulder and he still decided to stop and say hello since he wasn't a rude guy. Sarcastic and lazy, yes, but rude, no.

"Made it out of the dorms already?" Sam asked, stopping near her table. "Congratulations, it took me a whole month to do that. Pep talks were necessary."

[whenshewasnice]

It would've been rude to ignore Natalie, yes, considering she'd been watching him ever since he came into her view. Hey, it was natural, he was one of the handful of people on the island she could already name.

"I'm very efficient," she replied, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. "And don't usually need pep talks."

[necroslacker]

"Does that make you better than me?" Sam asked, shifting his bag and crossing his arms. "Or does that just make me shy and demure? Do I look shy and demure to you?"

[whenshewasnice]

"No," Natalie said. "On both counts. No, I don't think you're shy or demure, and no, I don't think that makes me better. Just different."

[necroslacker]

"I'm very shy and demure." He wasn't. He didn't debate the second part of her statement. They were different and he didn't need more than one meeting to tell that. "What are you first impressions like?"

He was curious if they differed from his.

[whenshewasnice]

"Of you?" she checked, raising an eyebrow. "You're not shy and demure -- well, you're not shy."

Demure was a trickier concept. Or she'd claim it was.

[necroslacker]

"Of the school," Sam clarified, unable to stop himself from smiling very briefly. "But, now that you might think I'm demure, I might change my mind. I look demure to you?"

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't know," Natalie replied, shrugging a shoulder, seemingly unaffected by having got the question wrong. "You might be modest and reserved in some ways. I haven't talked to you that much so I might not know."

[necroslacker]

"Hmm." Sam decided not to confirm or deny either of the observations she'd made. "What about the school? First impressions of the school? Guess it's not too bad if you're still here."

[whenshewasnice]

She shrugged a again. "It's okay, I guess. I suppose a school that has a class on zombies probably has its reasons for it." She didn't necessarily ever want to experience those reasons firsthand, but she was sure there were some. "What, did you expect I was the type who might run away before the first week was even out?"

[necroslacker]

"I don't know what to expect, I've only talked to you once," Sam said, using one of her thought (slightly rephrased) right back at her. "But no, I didn't think you'd be someone who ran for the hills."

Sam shrugged and wandered a little closer to her table. "I took the zombie class last semester." He figured it'd be helpful for his future endeavors. "There's a zombie band at the local bar."

[whenshewasnice]

"Of course there is," Natalie drawled, but it wasn't sarcasm of the disbelieving sort. Of course this island would have a zombie band, of course. "Are they any good?"

It was almost a genuinely interested question. Natalie happened to like music.

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, they're not bad but I might not be the best person to ask," Sam admitted with a shrug. "I still listen to vinyl."

And that was something Ramon teased him about incessantly. If it wasn't insults about being old, it was jokes about...being old. Ramon wasn't always creative.

[whenshewasnice]

"What does that have to do with anything?" Natalie didn't really think it was a totally out of date format for music, no. Even if mp3s were more handy in a lot of ways. "Not that you might not be the wrong person to ask regardless."

[necroslacker]

"Friends back home, they think it makes me old," Sam elaborated, shrugging. "Old way to listen to music, old taste in music, old man listening to the music. That kind of thing. You telling me the word 'old' didn't flash in your head?"

[whenshewasnice]

"No," she replied, just barely shaking her head. "They put some new music on vinyl too."

[necroslacker]

Sam chuckled because she wasn't wrong. "Yeah, I know. I've picked up a few recent records lately. Thanks for not thinking of me as a old. I'm old enough, I don't need to be mentally aged up. Music sounds better on vinyl. More pure."

[whenshewasnice]

"It works for some music," Natalie shrugged, reaching for her coffee cup. "Not everything. Some music needs a cleaner sound."

[necroslacker]

"I haven't found anything like that," Sam admitted, raising an interested eyebrow. "Wouldn't a cleaner sound mean they stripped down the natural feel of the music? Takes away from what the artist wanted with it."

[whenshewasnice]

"Not if what you wanted was a cleaner, more electronic sound," said Natalie, after taking a sip. "Sometimes you don't want it to sound all natural."

[necroslacker]

"Electronic?" The look on Sam's face probably showed what he thought of that. It all sounded so...noisy to him. Nothing really worth listening to. "You talking synthesizers and stuff they used back in the eighties?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes, what of it?" He was talking to a future fairly successful synth player. Not that either of them knew it yet. "It's just a different style of doing things."

[necroslacker]

"I don't know," he said and snickered lightly. "I don't know, it's just never seemed like a real instrument to me. It's a bunch of sounds and it's usually accompanied by blinding lasers."

Maybe he just hadn't heard the right electronic music.

[whenshewasnice]

"Maybe you just haven't heard the right electronic music," Natalie agreed with his narrative. No, really. "Isn't all muisc basically a bunch of sounds? Not everyone can get those to go together in a way that really makes sense."

[necroslacker]

Sam wasn't really convinced even if she sounded like she had more experience with electronic music than he did.

"And talking means making noise with your mouth but if I don't form words, is that still talking?" he asked, going for a similar analogy. "I'll admit, I don't really listen to electronic music but I've never really felt the attraction to it. I don't really do clubs and that's where electronic music seems to reign supreme."