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[oftime]

hey egbert
you got a minute
i have something for you

also
yet another musically inclined question for the masses
i already found the drums in one of the music rooms
so this place isnt completely cockblocking me from jamming
but anybody know if theres turntables in this world
or am i going to have to improvise
and find some record players to get old school on

turntechGodhead

[ Dave can be found milling around either at a computer outside the path to the Quad, or in the Quad proper. He happens to be wearing a jacket at the moment, and if one looks close enough they might notice that his pockets twitch every now and then. Yes, there are kittens in them. One each, in fact.

He doesn't appear to be too concerned about being caught with them, since he's pretty sure pets are allowed and he thankfully does not have a hoard of them like Greece and Nepeta did yesterday. Rather, he simply taps out a rhythm on the tops of his thighs, thumbs hooked in his pants pockets, occasionally doing some footwork as he waits around. ]

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[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[oftime]

a top secret
of the most hush hush kind
one that can only be divulged in person
possibly at the quad
but you didnt hear that from me

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[oftime]

sure why the fuck not
you are john egbert world renowned spy
and you are on a mission of great importance
to get your ass down to the quad
avoiding campy villains at all costs
especially those with metal jaws
because i am pretty sure you would snap like a toothpick

this terminal will self destruct in 5
4
3
2
1
boom

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Excuse me, but...I think your pockets are moving. [Aang is used to hiding animals in his clothes, but it's still weird to see. And he figures if this guy is keeping some pets, he should warn him to keep them well hidden.]

[oftime]

[ Thank you, Aang. Dave appreciates some comrades in arms, instead of the heinous instructors out to Thundaga the poor, helpless critters being smuggled in. He's either too lazy to lie or doesn't care enough to lie to the--

Oh god, is that the Avatar? Ahahaha holy shit, he is trying so hard not to grin a bit. ] They're ornery little shits. Decided to wait until I got out here before they started wiggling around.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to tell anyone, but don't let the instructors see.

[oftime]

Much appreciated, bro. Thankfully this is only a temporary thing, until I get one of them to a buddy of mine. [ Say hello to the kitties, Aang. One of them peeks its head out from a pocket. ]

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow, that's cute. Aang smiles at it.] Who are you giving it to?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Damian notices those pocket twitches, but he knows better than to say something about it; after all, Damian isn't on the DC proper. After a moment of staring, he sighs and shakes his head.]

That's way too jumpy to be your cell.

[oftime]

[ Cool as a cucumber, Dave switches pockets-- from jeans to jacket, giving the kittens ear rubs and making them settle down. ]

Never know. I could have a very determined caller.

[ Except one of the 'cell phones' pokes its head out from underneath his hand. ]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Kitty! Damian can't help that smile tugging on his face.] Liar. If that's your cell, I'd hate to think of the poor slagged animal that'd be your laptop.

[oftime]

[ Dave sees that, Damian. But he's more focused on that slagged comment. A brow raises behind his shades as he gently nudges the black and white head back into his pocket. ]

Welsh Corgi. Their operating system is the definition of cool. [ He quirks a bit of a smirk. ] Damian?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Yeah? [Now he's trying to place where he's seen this kid before... because he really can't remember.] Do I know you?

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[Initially he was going to just completely circumvent the shades-wearing teenager. Just... turn around and go back the way he came, take a completely different path, call himself lucky for having missed out on meeting the bastard face to face.]

[But then curiosity and the fact that he was pretty sure he couldn't avoid him for long and he may as well get the ordeal over with won out, and he hunched his shoulders over with his hands in his pockets as he trudged his way over to Dave.]

[Were his pockets moving?]

Strider.

[oftime]

[ Though John had told him that the angry troll was lurking around the Garden, Dave hadn't expected to run into him any time soon. He got the feeling the guy, despite all of his trolling and constant capslock rage at everyone, wasn't all that social.

Hearing his name and subsequently turning to find the source, though, he was somehow not surprised to see who it was. He might not have recognized Nepeta instantly aside from the fact that she was a troll, but seeing this candycorn horned motherfucker with his hunched shoulders put only one name in his head: ]

Vantas. Heard you showed up here.

[ One of his pockets moved again, but he ignored it. ]

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[Dave's assumption that Karkat wasn't social was sort of painfully accurate. Truthfully, Karkat would have preferred to have not left his room for the first week in the Garden, but he was going to have to get used to being out and about and even mingling if he were going to adjust properly for classes.]

[He was taking this shit seriously, so unfortunate as it was, he didn't really have time to be antisocial.]

Sorry to disappoint your undoubted hopes that you'd heard wrong.

[oftime]

[ Inclining his head somewhat, Dave shrugged lazily and disregarded his pockets further as he studied the troll. He'd been a little leery of being around them in person, given their track record for crazy, but so far they seemed to be on best behavior in the Garden so he'd given them a temporary benefit of the doubt. The jury was still out on Serket, though.

Besides, as much shit as he gave Karkat and as crabby as the troll was, he... seemed competent enough. At least when he wasn't yelling at himself or telling them to stop cavorting with alien women. Didn't mean Dave would turn his back on him, but at least he wasn't on his shit list.

Yet. ]

Hopes, crushed. Dreams, shattered. How long you been around?

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[Rofl Dave Karkat is not the troll to be worried about turning your back on. The only blood his sickles have ever seen is that of game consorts and imps, and it'll stay that way simply because he doesn't really like blood.]

[With good reason, I guess.]

Not long.

/forever late

[poetry-hero.livejournal.com]

ilu anyways.

[oftime]

well at least i can improvise if there arent
hell i might even introduce the concept to this poor poor world
but yeah drums
i can play other shit too
had way too much time on my hands back home so i tried a little bit of everything

but sure teach
we can totally have a jam session sometime
after i ask if by apollo you mean
god apollo

You are too good to me ;;

[poetry-hero.livejournal.com]

<3!

[oftime]

exactly
good to know there are people in this crazy place
who appreciate the fine art of music making

just double checking
because i have encountered some pretty fucking fantastical people here
pirates and people from cities that only exist in comic books
i need to make sure my facts are straight
but at least apollos a pretty chill name

[poetry-hero.livejournal.com]

[Why yes, he doesn't think twice about praising himself indirectly. A giant ego, he has it.]