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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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[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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?

[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.

[ Can't blame a guy for worrying. All trolls are pretty fucking nuts, if you ask him. Only one doesn't worry him so far, and that's Tavros. Unfortunately, he will have to start worrying about him within the next week, now won't he.

But he can understand the dislike of the color red, even if he wears it all the time. ]

Makes two of us. Sounds like Egbert's been here the longest.

[What is this strange civility happening between these two. Maybe Karkat's just tired.]

Then the place can't be too complex, else he never would have survived.

[ Yeah he's a little surprised by the banter, but whatever. Karkat's not given him a reason to fuck with him just yet. ]

If it were, hell. We'd be wandering through the halls, and all of a sudden there'd just be this random fucking skeleton with goofy ass buck teeth 'cause he got himself lost.

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