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fandomtownies2017-10-03 01:54 pm
tigerundercover) wrote in fandomtownies2017-10-03 01:54 pm
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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday
Raven was feeling . . . twitchy. Restless and kind of cranky and she was having a lot of trouble focussing on anything. She got into a long argument with the stereo over the fact that she seemed to only be willing to listen to about ten seconds of any given song, then tried to do some online shopping to while away the time instead, but even mimicking the weird outfits she found on hipster websites wasn't keeping her attention. She kept hopping up to go rearrange the instruments and dusting.
By lunch, the store was entirely dust-free and Raven was wondering if it would be considered rude to dive bomb any customers from the rafters when they came in.
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By lunch, the store was entirely dust-free and Raven was wondering if it would be considered rude to dive bomb any customers from the rafters when they came in.
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Miguel wandered in, half interested in music and half just wondering how this old tech worked.
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Incoming! Complete with falcon cry!
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As promised, halfway across and up the room, ending up sticking halfway up the far wall.
"What the shock??"
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"There's a nice trick."
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Forgive him, Raven; his prior experience was all Morph.
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He let go of the wall and dropped down, then walked over to Raven cautiously. "So do you work here, or are you just a dive-by smartass?"
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"I work here." Raven shrugged and headed for the sales counter. "If I didn't, I would definitely be finding better places to be a falcon."
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"Dive-bombing pedestrians from the church?" Miguel asked.
"I came to ask about things like that." He pointed at the stereo.
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Just for that, the stereo started playing Katy Perry.
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"Sure, we've got those. And records, and you might even find a cassette deck somewhere if you really try. But I'm pretty sure most people just use mp3s."
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"I don't know, computer things. When are you from?"
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"Important question: are there people living on the moon yet?"
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For better or worse.
"When are you from, then?"
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"Who said I was from America?" Miguel asked, smirking. Because he could be a brat, too.
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Raven shrugged. "If you're not then you're not allowed in the moonbase anyway." Miguel was not going to be able to outbrat her. "That's probably why it never happens, if it did, space-Trump would try to build a wall around it to keep out the foreigners."
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No, Miguel had not checked in on local politics yet.
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"Rich despot who bought his way into power in order to throw tantrums when everyone doesn't automatically like him," Raven explained. "Only in space."
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Funnily enough, Tyler had addicted Miguel to a drug to get him to continue doing human experiments, and he was still an improvement over Trump.
"Is that now or in the fifties?"
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"Now," Raven said. "In the fifties we still knew how to recognize fascism."
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"Seen a bit too much of it myself lately. So what kind of music's good?"
Smooth segue.
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"What kind of stuff did you like to listen to back home?"
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Miguel shrugged. "And Bowie, of course. And the Rolling Stones."
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"So . . . rock, then," Raven said. "The boss swears by '90s grunge, and I've enjoyed some of the neo-punk stuff. Most of the really popular stuff right now is kinda terrible, though."
This was a truth universally acknowledged: no matter what people were doing with music at any given time, someone would declare all the new stuff coming out to be total crap.
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It was also a truth universally acknowledged that no matter what catastrophe there was, Keith Richards would survive.
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Like a cockroach?
Raven tilted her head thoughtfully. "I mean, I could just start piling CDs on you and make you buy a whole music player just to find out, buuuut you didn't run away with I turned into a blue girl, so I'm going to be nice." She looked over at the stereo. "Assuming our friend here cooperates." She gave the system a thump and picked up the remote. "Okay, not-Alexa, are you going to play some grunge for us? Do the boss-man proud?"
The stereo made a sound rather like someone blowing a raspberry, then obliged them by playing Smells Like Teen Spirit.
"The fact that the singer sounds sedated is considered a plus in grunge."
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"...he definitely sounds sedated." It wasn't too bad, but yeah, there was that.
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Raven nodded. "Kick that tempo up several notches, lose the complexity, and add in some pop culture and politics, and you've got neo-punk." She smiled. "And you don't want a music player, you want a phone. Those have music apps built in."
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"You can give it a try." Raven hopped up onto the sales counter and gestured for his phone. "I can help you work it out if you like. I figure that's got to be almost as alien to someone from ninety years in the future as it is to someone from sixty years in the past."
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