text ↪ un: weaverville

[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 )

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[wittingly]

Home. The power up timeline had actual infrastructure. I had a career and an apartment again. Home was more like a compound. Maybe forty or fifty people, holed up in the national park by Crater Lake.

This place definitely has a better population and more electricity. Indoor plumbing. No restrictions on using metal, you'd be fucking amazed how hard it is to adapt to not using metal.

[unclesam]

[ alright. so it is better than home, but closer to it than the power up timeline. goddamnit, Ian - that's not half full, that's just the glass tipping over without spilling everything. ]

we also still got the wreck to salvage things from. so no nine to five, but more stable than 40 to 50 people in a compound.

oregon, huh?

[wittingly]

Yep
Not originally, I was teaching at Berkeley in California when everything went nuts. Oregon was less populated, lots of forest, practically no metal. We made it work.

( Look man, yes, that is definitely awful and only barely keeping his feelings in the glass, however — on the surface he looks chill as fuck, totally unflappable. He's a real master at projecting that, good luck prying Real Feelings out of him.

Watch him do the ol' redirect attention off himself maneuver: )

What about you, man? Where are you from?

[unclesam]

[ The redirect, at least, is obvious, and Sam doesn't know the guy from any other tom, dick or harry - so he's disinclined to pry. If Ian seems off when they meet that's a different thing - if the guy just dodges questions in text like this, well. That's a tactic Sam's familiar with, and he's not gonna push it. ]

delacroix born and raised - little fishing town in louisiana. 'bout an hour drive outside new orleans. couple years in afghanistan, and then mostly dc and new york after in the years after. home pulled me back though.

[wittingly]

( it's okay Sam. ian dodges everybody's questions forever and then one day he'll die. )

nice
I visited new orleans once, it was nice
no Berkeley, but nice

( a little pleasant, mild ribbing about home city superiority. Seems safer than touching on the latter parts, which could be sensitive. )