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[ today, Miku seems to be rather cheerful. It's difficult to say why, exactly, because her programming's only corroded further, causing her tie-the last part of her that was still coloured-to turn monochrome. She's collected a whole host of items over the past few days, and has them spread out on the ground in front of her: a red can of soda, a

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[driveyouflat]

-- Don't do that.

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... hello?

[driveyouflat]

Hi.

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Were you recently installed?

[driveyouflat]

Uhh... sure, let's say I was.

[missingdata]

Aah... welcome!

[driveyouflat]

Thanks, I guess.

What are you doing?

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I'm composing music! Would you like to help?

[driveyouflat]

Oh. Sure. [sits down, reaching a hand out for the sheets] Lemme see.

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[ reaches down for the sheets, but her hands go right through. She frowns, and tries again. This time, she manages to pick up the top page] Here!

[driveyouflat]

[huh. she'll just be... ignoring that, and reading the sheet music]

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[ ♫ kssssssssssssssssssh ♪ ]

[driveyouflat]

[... turns the page upside-down]

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How is it?

[driveyouflat]

Well, if you fix some stuff, it might actually turn out okay. [grabs the pencil, starts writing over it]

[missingdata]

Oh. What's wrong with it, new-programme?