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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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[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?

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

[oftime]

turntechGodhead. [ It would probably be easier for him, the other kids, and the trolls to sign their posts with their actual names, but old habits die hard. ] Otherwise known as Dave Strider.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

OH. [Huh, he's a lot younger than Damian expected.] Good to finally meet you, I guess.

[oftime]

[ The Master of Cool '09 is, in fact, only two years older than you Damian. He finds this a little amusing, himself. ] Likewise, bro. Didn't think I'd run into you any time soon.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Balamb's not that big. You'll run into mostly everyone eventually.

[sighs] 'Sides, I'd rather be here than traveling through time. Again.

[oftime]

Ain't that big, but still got plenty of shit to do.

[ Raises brow again. ] This another incident, or are we talking the Ottoman Empire again?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Ottoman Empire wasn't it. Next week was Neo-Gotham and the week after that was someplace called the Fire Nation. [he wrinkles his nose]

[oftime]

Shit, you are hopping all over the damn place with these time shenanigans.

[ He tries very hard no to laugh at the idea of Damian being sent to the Fire Nation. ]

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[Damian wouldn't mind! Really! He's just... linefacing at the very thought of being sent somewhere else again.] It's not that different from being home. My folks and I used to travel a bunch, and I wasn't even born in the States.

[he pauses, glancing again at the pockets] ... You sure you're not suffocating them?

[oftime]

Think this is a little different than traveling with your family, time travel and universe hopping being involved. Can't say much for the Ottoman Empire, my knowledge of its history just falls to basics like how long it lasted, but the Fire Nation sure isn't full of friendly folk.

[ He comes closer, just in case, and withdraws both kittens from his pockets as carefully as he can. They appear to be fine, if a bit rambunctious, and he offers his own black and white one out to Damian. ] They're fine. Probably just bored.

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[Damian opens his mouth to say something, glances over at Dave, and then narrows his eyes:] How do you know that? Aang's world isn't exactly something most people know about.

[Kitties! Day immediately takes the kitten and snuggles it] Still, you shouldn't put them there. They deserve better.

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[ Unfazed by the narrowed eyes, Dave simply shrugs. ] Don't pass the word on to him, I don't think he'd take it as well as you did, but his world is fictional in mine, too.

[ He calmly retrieves the Birman kitten from the other pocket, letting it climb around in his arms until John shows up. The black and white one starts purring immediately with Day's snuggles. ] You can hold onto mine for now, then.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

... Now I just wanna know how many worlds are "fictional" in yours. [Don't mind him; he's a little miffed that Dave might know more about his best friend than he does.

Of course, having a kitty kind of negates all the negative feelings. Day really can't help grinning at it.] What's his name?

[oftime]

Hey man, I'd like to know too. And whether or not mine is some fucked up misadventure someone else is using for entertainment, too. [ He's amused by the crankiness, and is otherwise still pretty unfazed.

Though he is further amused by the grinning. The kitten decides it wants to play and starts batting at Day's face. ] Thinkin' maybe Cheezburger. It's an Internet joke back home.

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I'll let you know if I find out about yours.

[Oww, kitty! Damian makes a face, pulling it away from his face] ... Like 'I can haz Cheezburger?' God, that one's been around for ages.

Late late late lateeee.

[oftime]

[ He shoots a quick fingergun at Damian, before he has to catch the fluffier kitten to make sure she doesn't tumble everywhere. ] Much appreciated.

[ And then he snrks, because his reaction is amusing. ] Yep. Cats are walking memes, dude. I can't resist the siren call of taking pictures of that doofus doing ridiculous shit. Just gotta find a way to make macros here without Photoshop.

No worries! ♥

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Don't we have an IT department here? They'd probably know of something. [AKA Damian doesn't know the answer. Photoshop hasn't exactly been a priority as of late.]