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fandomtownies2019-02-27 09:43 am
biotic_psychotic) wrote in fandomtownies2019-02-27 09:43 am
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Devil's Nest: Wednesday Evening
Jack rocked on into Devil's Nest on Wednesday with an armful of stuff. She chucked Tiny a bag of Súkkulaðirúsínur, which was Icelandic for 'chocolate coated raisins' and she'd bought it simply by looking for the candy that had the most little ticky things over letters and this one had bonus weird 'd'. Secondary bonus: it wasn't salty-ass black licorice.
Eric's habitual chair had a new addition: a compilation disc of Icelandic death and black metal artists. Jack had no idea what any of the songs were about because the insert was also written with a bunch of ticky things over the letters. Listening to her own copy had made her laugh until tears started because she was preeeettty sure her universal translator was picking out words without the context behind them. Unless there really was a song about a sad duck marching to and fro and she hadn't ruled that out.
The DJ was stopped the moment he walked through the door and handed another disc. "You'll be playing all those songs tonight. I don't care what you play in between but I better hear every last one of these at some point," Jack informed him. The DJ looked from the name on the disc to Jack, "Who's this Riley Blue person? Never heard of her." "DJ from Iceland," Jack answered, "She's sick. You'll see. Just play the shit." The DJ looked doubtful but took the disc back to his booth.
Tiny tossed her the keys, pad of paper and pen. She caught all three and went off to do inventory. There.. was no need to do inventory. Jack squinted at the bottles. "What the fuck?" she asked when she came back out, "Did everybody leave the island for Spring break?" Tiny just shrugged at her.
[Devil's Nest is Open!]
[OOC: Why yes I did steal the DJ from Sense8, my other character's canon, for this. Shhhh.]
Eric's habitual chair had a new addition: a compilation disc of Icelandic death and black metal artists. Jack had no idea what any of the songs were about because the insert was also written with a bunch of ticky things over the letters. Listening to her own copy had made her laugh until tears started because she was preeeettty sure her universal translator was picking out words without the context behind them. Unless there really was a song about a sad duck marching to and fro and she hadn't ruled that out.
The DJ was stopped the moment he walked through the door and handed another disc. "You'll be playing all those songs tonight. I don't care what you play in between but I better hear every last one of these at some point," Jack informed him. The DJ looked from the name on the disc to Jack, "Who's this Riley Blue person? Never heard of her." "DJ from Iceland," Jack answered, "She's sick. You'll see. Just play the shit." The DJ looked doubtful but took the disc back to his booth.
Tiny tossed her the keys, pad of paper and pen. She caught all three and went off to do inventory. There.. was no need to do inventory. Jack squinted at the bottles. "What the fuck?" she asked when she came back out, "Did everybody leave the island for Spring break?" Tiny just shrugged at her.
[Devil's Nest is Open!]
[OOC: Why yes I did steal the DJ from Sense8, my other character's canon, for this. Shhhh.]