skaterbrain | ★1 voice ; action

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★1 voice ; action

[Tired of all the new feathers yet? Sorry, but here's another one - and he's loud. Very loud. So loud in fact that standing in the middle of the plaza, just about anyone in the vicinity can probably hear him. Why is he loud? Because he woke up in the fountain, soaked, with yellow wings and white cotton pants. He doesn't really realize that last part yet, however.

Once he's floundered his way out of the fountain, he finds a book with his name on it. His full name. Beat throws the journal at the fountain, bouncing it off the stone basin and turning it on.]

--OLD YOU THAT NAME?!

Stupid book. Hate books.

YO, PHONES!! PHOOOOOOOOONES!!! WHERE YOU AT?!

WHEN'D SHIBUYA GET A BIG-ASS PARK?

PHOOOOONES!!!!

[OOC EDIT: There's a lot of huge-text in the comments, so beware when you open the page in case your browser can't handle it.]

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Nice to meet you, Beat.

[She accepts "G", having been called that enough back home.

After a bit of thought, she turns on the video and gives a friendly wave and a smile just to prove she's not a part of the book and an actual person.]

Aw, yo, how'd yo--

[Beat messes with the book for a minute and when he turns it on, Ginia will be treated to the upside down visage of a kid missing his hat and his shirt. She can probably see the yellow wings behind him, but he doesn't seem too concerned with that. Also, he's still wet. orz But he gives her a big smile and a wave after turning the book the right way.]

Hey! I got it! Sup, G!

[Though alas, video doesn't last long because when you can't talk and it seems unlikely the other person knows sign language, video conferences are an awkward thing. She switches back to writing quickly enough.]

There's a clothing store where you should be able to find your own clothing at. Don't worry, there's no currency around here so everything is free.

[The map is sent over with a circle around the location of the clothing store.]

[Aw, damn, the video went away. Why won't this chick talk to him? 8( IS IT BECAUSE HE ISN'T WEARING A SHIRT?]

....Whuh...? Free? Everythin's free??

[Yes, that's precisely it. Go put on a shirt before you go catch a cold. :|

Yes, everything is free. You'll also find an item store, grocery store, and weapon shop.

Though hoarding everything would be inconsiderate if that was an idea that crossed your mind.

[/sob, but it's hot!!!]

.....Why's everythin' free?

[He just...cannot get his brain around this.]

....Is this some kinda trick?

Am I gonna get booted fo' stealin' later?

[Okay, acceptable. But put a shirt on before it gets dark. :|

And Ginia could go into a lecture about the different currencies from different worlds, the difficulties in establishing a system, and the problems that usually come through economic stratification... but she'll skip the lecture this time.]

No trick and you won't get booted for stealing. Items appear out of nowhere, you take what you need.

[8( .....alright.

Beat stares at the book for a minute.]

..............................................................................You sure I ain't double dead?

Yes, I'm fairly sure. That means I'd have to be double dead too and I'm confident I'm not.

[T H I N K I N G.]

....Oh. Aight, well, if you say so.

[Guess it's time to go find his stuff.]

Wish you the best of luck with everything.

Thanks, G! See ya 'round if I don' bust my way outta here 'fore that!

If you find a way out, leave an opening for me.

Girl, I'll be leavin' whateva's keepin' us here so fulla holes you could drive a train through it.

From what I've heard and been reading about, this has been going on for years. People come and go, but no one's found a reliable way out.

Not meant to be discouraging, just stating the facts.

Tha's 'cause I ain't been here before. I'm gonna be the next Composer, yo. I ain't gonna let some fugly park keep me from that.

I hate to detract from the topic on hand, but one day you're going to have to explain what you mean by "Reapers", "Players" and "Composer".

Yeah, see? Big words. No getty.

[Eh, oh well.]

Reapers' are the ones who screw wit' the Players who are the ones in this messed up game a' life or death run by some whacked out weirdo named the Composer. I'm gonna kick his ass backwards and take over. Make things right.

Sorry about that. Habit.

Interesting. Sounds like a parallel of what's going on here. But I wish you the best of luck with that.

Naw, s'alright. Lotta people do it.

...Yeah? Well, damn, then all I gotta do is find Phones and beat the hell outta whoeva's keepin' us and we outta here!

Who is Phones?

Phones'... my friend. And my partner. Scrawny kinda kid, orange spikey hair, always got a pair a' phones on. Damn good at usin' pins.

You seen 'im?

I'm afraid I haven't, though I'm fairly new here myself.

I'll keep an eye out for him.

Thanks. Wit'out me, he's gonna be Noise-chow, so holla if you find 'im.

[...Noise?]

Will do. I'm sure if he's around he'll come in contact with you.

[Because really, who could miss all that shouting?]

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