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[veryscaryrobot]

Everyone in the house is asleep -- fitfully asleep, in some cases, but asleep -- so Cameron clomps into Milliways, clutching an iPod in one fist.

Her earbuds aren't perfect, so people in the near vicinity will be able to hear the faint strains of "Poker Face" as she pulls them out to tuck them into her shoulder bag.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X has an iPod, too.

But she is listening to Joan Baez.

And she remembers to turn her iPod off when she slips her earbuds off and moves toward Cameron.

"Hello."

[veryscaryrobot]

"Hello," says Cameron, slipping her iPod into the back pocket of her jeans.

"You have an iPod."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes," X says.

"So do you."

They both have a keen eye for the obvious.

It is a skill.

[veryscaryrobot]

"Yes," Cameron agrees. "It's a tight present."

She doesn't just have an eye for the obvious, she has a whole bushel of eyes. For the obvious. Like a Madeleine L'Engle Cherubim of obvious. "I was listening to music."

[reallyaduck]

You might think that considering Duck's canon involves constant narrative background music, that she wouldn't notice the noise from the iPod.

However, for the purposes of tonight's thread, the narrator has decreed it otherwise!

"That's really interesting music, Cameron-chan!" Duck says, wobbling from one foot to the other in an attempt to match the beats.

[veryscaryrobot]

"Yes," says Cameron, watching Duck's completely inappropriate dance moves with grave interest. "Lady Gaga is tight."

Clinically significant levels of these words will probably not be comprehensible to Duck.

[reallyaduck]

Duck makes a brave effort at translating anyways!

"Gaga-sama? Is she the person singing?"

[veryscaryrobot]

"Primarily."

She holds out the earbuds, in a short, jerky gesture. "Would you like to listen?"

[3nanashi]

Trowa does not have an iPod. He is uncool. :(

And, y'know, monitoring his surroundings.

I mean, having a cup of coffee.

[veryscaryrobot]

Cameron stares at Trowa with all the courtesy and subtlety of three hundred Spartan warriors in a Frank Miller adaptation. But with less homoeroticism and ab oil.

[3nanashi]

Trowa, after a few minutes of this, returns the look. Poker-faced.

Also, lacking in homoeroticism and ab oil. For the record.

[veryscaryrobot]

And gladiator sandals. Which is too bad, because he has the ankles for them.

Cameron tilts her head a few degrees to the left, and continues to study Trowa. And Trowa's hair. And the improbable angle of Trowa's hair. Somewhere during this, she also puts her earbuds back in.

can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poooker faaace

[takiena_called]

Finn, icy cold chocolate milkshake in hand to counteract the aftereffects of the summer heat, looks up from the Bar when she clomps through the door.

She moves really strangely. Huh. (And she looks kind of like that other girl, with the math? Maybe they're sisters?)

He's considering whether or not she's interesting enough to sketch--he'd have to abandon his milkshake first.

[veryscaryrobot]

As luck -- or return surveillance -- would have it, she chooses the stool next to his, and, after a moment's pause, orders a milkshake of her own.

It comes with an umbrella. Cameron gazes at it, pleased.

[takiena_called]

"They're good," Finn says with the wisdom of a milkshake expert. "What flavor did you get?"

[veryscaryrobot]

"Chocolate," says Cameron. And: "I know."

She takes a careful sip of milkshake. A pause. "What flavor did you get?"

[findthegeck]

Sativa, a girl in the near vicinity wearing a dirty blue and gold jumpsuit, a gun-belt and currently no footwear, does not have an iPod, nor has she ever encountered technology that small. The minicomputer strapped to her wrist runs on vacuum tubes. Seriously.

So she's wondering where the singing is coming from. It sounds far off and nearby at the same time.

Also, she has no poker face. For the sake of disclosure.

[veryscaryrobot]

[OOC: *sheepish* I just decided to shut down for the night, because my brain already did. Mind slowtime?]

[findthegeck]

[Sure! That's how I roll, more often then not. See your brain later!]

[veryscaryrobot]

The singing grows briefly louder, and then cuts off completely. So does its aggressively electronic beat.

Cameron looks up from the pocket in which they have both been stashed, catches sight of an alert-looking person with a gun-belt, and keeps looking. Directly, intently, and unsmilingly.