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He walks in, looking nervously around the room. He seems new- his eyes flick to the giant sign, then around to everything that honestly shouldn't be, his large hands curl around the ipod he's holding. Heavy metal blares from the earbud headphones. The sound is up so loud that it's obvious to anyone near him that he's listening to White Zombie "...ask a question?" he says. not bothering to take out the headphones. "Okay."
But he stands there for awhile, obviously trying to think of something. "Um. All right. So for the people who have something that they can do, that no one else does..." He eyes someone floating down the way from him. "...have some of you noticed that it's more of a handicap than a skill? Some of the concessions you have to make for it, I mean. I had to quit my band when mine started up." He's tall and awkward and somewhat twitchy, and he's hoping that question doesn't completely fall flat.
But he stands there for awhile, obviously trying to think of something. "Um. All right. So for the people who have something that they can do, that no one else does..." He eyes someone floating down the way from him. "...have some of you noticed that it's more of a handicap than a skill? Some of the concessions you have to make for it, I mean. I had to quit my band when mine started up." He's tall and awkward and somewhat twitchy, and he's hoping that question doesn't completely fall flat.