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[notavampirerly]

This place has it all. Crazy kitchens, talking sushi, plot-holes... but does it have a place where I can plug in my iPod?

I need some Kill Fee like burning.

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[mostgiftedwitch]

She looks incredibly confused...

"Plug in your -what-?"

[notavampirerly]

My iPod? C'mon, how can you not know what an iPod is?

[mostgiftedwitch]

She appears a bit bristled by that.

"I could probably list of any number of items from -my- world and ask you the same thing. Now, could you please explain? You want to plug in your what? I'll be happy to help you find an answer, once I know what this eye-thing is."

Typist: 19 year old Hermione Granger is from ca. 1998, back when iPods were still a novelty gadget...

[notavampirerly]

All right, all right. Geez, sorry. Anyways. *pulls his iPod out of his pocket - a shiny video one, white* This is an iPod. You put music on it. Now, I either need a computer, or an outlet that will work with this. *shows her the cord*

[the_docu_artist]

Before anything, let me say, forgive Sebastian, cause he is high as a kite right now.

That said.

Sebastian made a face.

"You rich fuckers, with all your new gadgets, think you're reeeeeally something don't ya?"

[notavampirerly]

Oh, yep. Me and my menial vampire-hunting job are reeeeeeally something.

[the_docu_artist]

"See? See? fuckin...yeah! I told you, and you're big headed too!" He looked very annoyed.

[notavampirerly]

*blinks* Right.