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Ace loves her iPod. Music from all over the multiverse at her fingertips, with a perfect source right here. What's not to love? Tonight as she orders dinner (curry and naan) she's listening to U2, bopping with the beat.
And then the song changes.
As does the singer.
...
Definitely not U2. In fact... someone a lot more... militaristic. And occassionaly furry. As the song starts up, a sort of '50's pop romantic cheery... thing... Ace stares at her iPod in blank confusion.
I wish was a spaaaceman, fastest in the sky
Then her expression changes to a mute sort of horror.
We'd take a trip to Jupiter, and maybe very soon
Then, as the song continues to the bridge...
My heart would be a fiiiireball... a fiiiireball
She cracks up, leaning heavily on the Bar to keep from falling over entirely.
(ooc: If you want/need more details re:song, contact me, or Wells' mun.)
And then the song changes.
As does the singer.
...
Definitely not U2. In fact... someone a lot more... militaristic. And occassionaly furry. As the song starts up, a sort of '50's pop romantic cheery... thing... Ace stares at her iPod in blank confusion.
I wish was a spaaaceman, fastest in the sky
Then her expression changes to a mute sort of horror.
We'd take a trip to Jupiter, and maybe very soon
Then, as the song continues to the bridge...
My heart would be a fiiiireball... a fiiiireball
She cracks up, leaning heavily on the Bar to keep from falling over entirely.
(ooc: If you want/need more details re:song, contact me, or Wells' mun.)