Geeking moment

[poorgirlsarcee]

Mira sat in one of her favorite places, Lucy at her side, though the guitar was being ignored as she went over things that Tony Stark had given her. Some of the plans for the advanced Cyclone were modifications that she could do to her bike with a little work. She hummed a little, the song was an oldie that she thought amusingly fit with him.

Soon she was singing the lyrics, in a low whisper, not even knowing if there were others in the secluded room she was sitting on the floor in.

Her fingers danced over the holographic keyboard as she checked to see if they had supplies to try the mods with.

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[themomentoftherose]

Doctor Zero found Mira where she was studying. Her heart jumped a bit, recognizing her. That was who Kensuke had been talking about!

"Miss Greson?"

She kept her voice under tight control, not wanting to appear as nervous as she felt. If she overreacted, well the differences in their sizes were obvious. She looked as if she could lift Doctor Zero up by the collar like a bully in a comic book.

[poorgirlsarcee]

"eh?" She looked up at the woman. "Yes?" The holoscreen closed for now.

[themomentoftherose]

Not that far up. Zero was really small.

"I'm Doctor Oenone Zero. Kensuke's doctor."

She watched her to see if that provoked a reaction.

[poorgirlsarcee]

Of course that would get one. Kensuke was one of her friends.

"Is he okay?"

[themomentoftherose]

"He's fine. It's your c-conduct i'm concerned about." She cursed her nervous stutter. "You're...ah...I d-don't quite know how to say this..." She finally managed to firm it up, blushing fiercely. "Your flirting makes him uncomfortable."

[poorgirlsarcee]

Flirting... "Huh, I..." She blushed a moment. "Okay, if I was it was totally unintentional I'm sorry."

[themomentoftherose]

What an embarrassing situation all around. Oenone stops herself from breathing a sigh of relief that she didn't try to take her head off for this.

"Thank you. I d-didn't come here at his request, by the way. I just found it out in c-conversation..."

[poorgirlsarcee]

"No, thank you. I really didn't realize. He's a cute kid, but still a kid." She smiled. Hey, Mira's barks' worse than her bite really, have you seen the footage of her missions? Someone needs to learn to fight.

[psychosemantics]

[[But someone was listening in, even at a whisper. What do you expect from someone with near-superhuman hearing!]]

Hmm... don't think I'm familiar with that one... You write it?

[[This just means he doesn't know ZZ Top!]]

[poorgirlsarcee]

[The voice startled her but she shakes her head] No, it's pre-impact actually. I spent a lot of time scouring old data files for all sorts of old music.

[She smiled turning up the song so that he could hear it and not with her humming it.]

[psychosemantics]

Ooooh, old music huh. If that's your taste... I've got plenty. In the best audio format ever.


Vinyl.

[poorgirlsarcee]

Vi... You actually have Vinyl! [Zatonichi you have just made yourself a friend.]

Do you have one of the players for them too? Because I've only seen them in photos.

[psychosemantics]

If you're talkin about those hella-old phonographs, no. But I've got a set of turntables. I'm surprised you don't recognize me, but, that's all for the better, ain't it?

[[No, dude, not everyone here now was around when you were the bad guy. Which works to his advantage. Also, don't mind the armored escort with him.]]

[poorgirlsarcee]

[She just figured the escort was because some high ranking officer] And nope.

Kind of still new to the Chalice. [Well not THAT new] I haven't even seen those in person.

[psychosemantics]

Well... this'll make the first.

Shall we head to the studio then?

[[And the woman chimes in.]] Sir, should she bring her guitar along as well?

She's got a guitar?

[poorgirlsarcee]

[Mira nodded.] Yes, Lucifer. Saved him from being destroyed. I don't go anywhere on the ship without him.

[That's when it dawns on her.] You can't see can you?

[psychosemantics]

[[He feigns ignorance and puts a hand to his chin, thinking.]] I don't see what you're talking about.

What gave it away? It was the girl, right? She makes a lot of noise. [[Wait... how's that relevant? But... he's always joking about his own condition.]]

[poorgirlsarcee]

[She giggled.] It's cool, I was just wondering because well Lucy's next to me.

[psychosemantics]

I'd have known you had it if you were playing it, obviously. But even listening, I can only get a general location of things.

But that's hardly important at all. Music, right? Mind leading the way, Hilde?

[[The woman nods and leads on, toward the hangar. Not a room, the hangar.]]

[poorgirlsarcee]

[Mira snatched up Lucy and followed, pausing a moment when she realized they were going to the hangar.] Okay this is a weird place for a studio. Not that I'm going to complain.

[psychosemantics]

That's because iiiiiiit's... [[He looks around a bit... and taps his foot. The woman kind of stomps a bit too, making him shift his pointing to a massive green 60 meter quadraped machine.]]

There. That's my studio. My home. My garden. All that good stuff.

[poorgirlsarcee]

Okay, now I know who owns this one. Always wondered since I put my bike near it.

[psychosemantics]

Oh? Well... it's mine. My home, my studio, all that jazz. If I ever get kicked out, at least I'm not homeless. Just a wandering blind DJ...

[[So, with that, the armored chick leads on, which, it's pretty well set up and organized to get from ground level up into the studio parts of the machine. It's... really a huge, professional sound booth and all!]]

[poorgirlsarcee]

If you weren't blind there's no problem with wandering. I did it most my life. It was better than being sent to refugee camps.

[She follows keeping Lucifer over her shoulder, the neck aimed at the floor behind her] Woah, okay this is awesomely retro.

[psychosemantics]

Lets move along please. [[The armored woman chimes up. She can't have strangers meandering about. Not that there's secrets, but, it's not her home.]]

Yeah, gotta show you the crates, lady.

[poorgirlsarcee]

Mira, Lady's way too old sounding. [She giggled] Lead the way though.

[psychosemantics]

Bah, you're never too old for formalities.

[[It makes the poor armored girl blush because... they've had the same conversation with the same result. But more adventuring through the mech ahead, they get into large room with an elaborate set of turntables in the center.]] This should be it.

It is, sir

[poorgirlsarcee]

Yeah, well... Not like I am one anyway. Too much of a tomboy.

[psychosemantics]

That so, eh? Whas that s'posed to mean?

[[Behold... crates, and crates of records, mostly stacked (and locked) to sections of the walls, however, there's a few loose ones locked in place the turntables]]

[poorgirlsarcee]

Means I don't go for the frilly stuff. Never have, I'm more at ease with tools and a machine than I am with mall hopping.

[psychosemantics]

[[Since he looks totally confused...]]

It's mostly a fashion and attitude thing, sir. Something you'd actually have to see to understand.

[[Did she just...??]]

Oooooh, a'ight. [[Looking no different, he just moves over to the turntables and holds his hand out.]] Pick one and I'll show ya how they work.

[poorgirlsarcee]

[She looked at the turntables.] Why don't you show off?

[psychosemantics]

Oh? I thought you just wanted to see how they worked. I don't mind if I do though.

[[Reaching out for the record, he sets it in place, followed by an array of red displays shooting up from the turntables; quite like Tony Stark's fancy setup, only, red so he can see the damn stuff with HIS eyes (he has echo-locating implants after all)

And so, a remix was spun!]]

[poorgirlsarcee]

Well best way to see how something works is to see it in use.

[She smiles a little, humming along with the remix catching on to the beat quickly. Switching her guitar so it was over her shoulder so she could use it she started playing along, her fingers actually keeping up on the strings with his music, adding a new twist to it.]