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[ there's music coming from one corner of the Quad; it's not so loud that it's overly intrusive, but it is noticeable, to anyone passing by. At the source of the sound sits Luka, legs crossed as she scribbles down a mixture of musical symbols and binary code. While she doesn't have any sort of music player on her person, the sound is definitely coming from her. It's not one set tune or song, and it changes entirely every few seconds, interjected with short bursts of static. All the while, Luka half-hums, half-sings under her breath ]

… I wanna rip and release your throat right now, I want to make you all mine... ♪ [ she pauses, and taps her pen against her lower lip, muttering to herself ] I probably ought to stop writing songs like that. [ with a sigh, she changes her tone, continuing to make notes on the sheet of paper set out in front of her ] ♫ Japanese ninja number one, we go creeping into the girls' locker room...

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bawwwww ;3;

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But most of the people are from here, too.

[Frown. He doesn't really see it as all that interesting - it's just. You know. A thing that happened. It's neat that all these people are here, though, but... hnn. The whole thing is troubling him, a little bit.]

[soundcirculates.livejournal.com]

Well, I haven't had the chance to speak with many of the natives. Honestly, most of them do go out of their way to segregate themselves at least a little.

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[Hnh. He's not looking particularly comfortable with this line of conversation, but apparently enough that he's able to say what's on his mind.

His brows furrow slightly, his face drops a bit as he keeps writing.]

I don't really feel like I fit in with them either.