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[wittingly]

Hey so

I've been screwing around with the network connecting the communications devices a little. I know there's no Spotify here, no internet, not a lot of music, which sucks. My MP3 player came here with me, so I figured maybe some people might like to have at least a few options. It might not necessarily be to everyone's taste, but it's better than nothing (probably).

I've uploaded the contents to the database, you should be able to access it or send/receive songs at any time.

Turns out they already had some music on there too, so you can poke around theirs and see if you find something you like more. I haven't gotten to go through it all, but at least some of it looks like 21st century Earth stuff.

Sidenote: you're welcome to criticize the contents of my MP3 player, just know that I've never felt shame in my life & I can and will sing all of these karaoke style to your face. IDK if you really want to live through that experience.

( feel free to threadjack as you like )

Comments

[wittingly]

I'm not sure why saying 90's makes me feel old considering we just came from 2512 and now we're on a planet where the year is irrelevant

And yet, somehow

[lifetothefullest]

I hate to tell you this, but maybe you are old.

[wittingly]

Lance
I thought we were friends
Well now my beer bong and ping pong table plans just seem awkward

[lifetothefullest]

Stop, you're aging yourself as we speak.

But really, having some familiar music is great. I think there's some on my PCD too, but it isn't mine; it was put onto the network in Hadriel by some teenagers, so who knows what's in there.

[wittingly]

I don't think PCD means pitch circle diameter in this context. On your what now?

[lifetothefullest]

Right, sorry. PCDs were the communication devices in Hadriel; I think it was 'Personal Communication Device' but I'm not sure. Anyway mine showed up with some of my other things here, which is a little weird since obviously I wasn't in Hadriel last, but I'm not going to complain.

[wittingly]

That's awesome, man. Yeah, if you want to swing by we can upload the contents. The more the better as far as I'm concerned.

[lifetothefullest]

Sounds good, but it might be a little more complicated than that; these things run on magic, so I'm not totally sure how easy uploading from it will be. But we can probably figure it out.

[Hopefully. Even if it's the oldschool 'play off one device while recording on another' method, which he thinks might've been how Chris got the music onto the PCD to begin with.]

[wittingly]

Guess it's time to find out once and for all if you can mix science and magic.

[lifetothefullest]

Don't even go there.

[He's totally joking and hopefully that's clear over text, but omg.]

Where should I meet you?

[wittingly]

( 8 ) )

I'm over in the engineering workshop like 70% of the day, you can swing by whenever. If I'm not there I'm in the theater helping build the bunker.

[lifetothefullest]

Okay, cool. I'll come find you in an hour or so.

[He needs to... Actually turn the thing on in the first place and make sure it works, which he's kind of been putting off and should've done before making this offer in the first place, but whatever.

And as promised, after verifying that the device does turn on--he's a little concerned about the magic batteries, but for now it's fine--and checking that the music is still there, he purposefully doesn't look at anything else and goes to find Ian.]

[wittingly]

( Ian, as it turns out, is working on sketching up the schematics for the twenty fucking foot tall gundam outside. He's technically taking a break, in that it's a break from the work the engineering corps actually wants him to do. In all reality, Ian doesn't take breaks most of the time.

He can take a break on his break for this, though, and happily put down his pencil once Lance rolls in.

Sup nod. )

Hey, man.

[lifetothefullest]

[He nods his head and offers a small smile in greeting, though skips over the pleasantries to ask--]

What are you working on?

[wittingly]

( He blows out a slow breath, shoots a glance over at his workstation. A dismembered railway rifle sits beside a pile of ammo, which in turn sits beside a pile of scrap, cluttering every square inch of space save what his drafting papers need to occupy. )

Well... I found out I can produce more guns if I break one down to raw components and duplicate those and then reassemble, so I'm... making guns and ammo, working on a few things for the emergency bunker beneath the theater, and then... I don't know if you saw that giant fucking robot outside?

( He sounds amused as hell over it, vaguely points his thumb over his shoulder in its general direction. )

But the guy that pilots it doesn't exactly have a giant fucking robot mechanic, so I'm trying to map out how it works in case it... stops working. It connects to the guy's head through a neural implant, so there's... probably nobody better qualified to do it right now.

( And obviously, now music stuff. That one is essential to help him stay upbeat through the aforementioned list. )

[lifetothefullest]

[He... Did not actually see the giant robot, so this is news to him, and also goes on his list of things to check out. But as for the rest of it, that all sounds very useful and practical, though he's of course a little concerned about Ian overdoing it.

For now, though, things seem okay, hopefully. So although he doesn't hide that he's a little dubious about this, he also doesn't bring it up, and instead pulls his phone from his pocket.]

This is what we had in Hadriel. The battery seems to run on magic, and probably the networking too, but other than that I don't know how it works except that it does normal phone stuff.

[wittingly]

( Can't pretend like he isn't curious as hell about a tech-based device that's apparently magical, so he'll just go ahead and gently divest Lance of his phone to give it a quick look.

Flips it over. Thumbs the back open. Scopes the battery. Presses down to disengage the...

The look he shoots up is faintly skeptical. )

Was the magic battery... maybe just fancy wireless charging? This thing has a sim card. It seems like your run-of-the-mill AT&T store thing.

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance watches in a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, and has to quickly make himself stop chewing on his lower lip when Ian looks up. The question earns a small tilt of his head and he furrows his eyebrows, and he offers a mostly useless response.]

I have no idea. I mean, they were god--or emotion-sucking alien, but whatever--given magic phones, I'm not super sure how they worked. I do know the network was specifically maintained by one of the gods, though I think it was the same one who provided the electricity, so...

[So really, who's to say? And, to be real technical, even if it was wireless charging, if the god's providing the electricity through magic then it's still magic. Sort of. Whatever. He honestly doesn't care as long as they can make the thing work.]

[wittingly]

( His nod is... slow, but it's a nod. Alright, then. Not gonna chase the semantics there, he's got too much work to do to get into a philosophical debate about advanced beings and magic just being science they don't understand yet and which came first, the chicken or the egg — definitely the egg, thank you reptiles — totally not the point.

He jerks his head toward his workstation like come here, and wheels his way back over toward the clutter. On his desk is a clunky-looking battery attached to wire, which is in turn attached to Ian's MP3 player. It's repurposed and reshaped with a little glowing chest bullshit; he strips off his smartwatch, attaches it and Lance's phone with the cable, and then does some other cool stuff because that's how science works don't @ me. )

So... I'm pretty sure I can charge it. I can definitely transfer the contents onto your watch, or upload them if you want stuff stored on the servers. It seems like just a normal memory card. But... I don't think I can directly hook it up to the same network they're using here. I can't get my neural implant to connect either.

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance can work a phone, but he's better with computers and even that particular skill isn't anything outstanding, so he has no idea what Ian's doing. He'll just let him handle all the tech stuff.

He nods in understanding as Ian explains, but then shifts slightly from foot to foot as he tries to decide what exactly to do or, more accurately, how to explain what he wants to do.]

Okay, charging it is cool, and transferring the music is fine too, but... I think it's best to leave everything else as it is. It's mostly personal stuff and we don't really know how private the communication devices are.

[That sounds reasonable and not paranoid, right? Sure.]

[wittingly]

( His lips quirk up a little, something exaggerated and fake-knowing taking over his expression. )

Don't upload your nudes to the public servers. Got it.

( He'll steer plenty clear of Lance's photos while he flips around looking for the music app, then bleep bloops around on his watch face to start the upload. )

These things are... like, fucking lightspeed, so it should only take a couple minutes.

[lifetothefullest]

[That's so far from the real concern he has that it catches him totally off guard, and the surprise combined with his tension and how ridiculous the remark is means he can't help but laugh a little.]

Sure, yeah, we'll go with that.

[But great, a few minutes isn't bad; that's enough time for a little conversation.]

So, you seem to have settled in.

[wittingly]

Um, yeah.

( He breathes, glancing around like he's only just realized that statement for himself now that it's been pointed out.

Turns out if you just start working, that kind of happens. )

What about you? Find a regular hammock? Pick out your next half-dozen psychoanalysis victims yet?

[lifetothefullest]

Don't even talk to me about the hammocks.

[In other words, no, he hasn't found a regular hammock and in fact has been doing very little sleeping anywhere near them. This whole communal thing is killing him already.]

As for psychoanalysis victims, no, I've been kind of... Anti-social, I guess. I've just been working at the aid station a lot.

[wittingly]

( And here it finally is, the concern Ian should have had days and days ago only just now kicking in. A good chunk of the humor fades out, back to baseline — which would be pretty difficult to parse for anyone else, but Lance can probably see through it by now for what it really is. )

Burnt out? Or just having a rocky time with the adjustment?