[Water would be good, but Kelly Ann’s going to have to find some kind of water fountain or something. The robots could probably tell her where to find it but talking to robots is really fucking weird. The other people could probably tell her, but a lot of them look really fucking weird and most of them seem to know each other already and she was never really great at that breaking the ice thing. So she keeps wandering, hoping to stumble across it on her own.
She needs to do something to excuse the fact that she’s standing in the middle of a crowd, not talking to anybody. so she decides to start fiddling with the cellphone thing. Tab. Maybe there’s some kind of music on it?
Success! Fleetwood Mac’s “Tusk”. Maybe not the best thing to listen to when you’re already on-edge but better than nothing. And music is always a better ice breaker than anything she manages to come up with on her own.
It isn’t even through the entire first drum riff before somebody bumps into her from behind. She yelps in surprise and almost drops the device.]
Oh, hey. It’s ok. I just sort of… stopped in the middle everything, I guess.
[He’s not as weird-looking as some of the others, though his clothes look like some kind of costume for a Mark Mothersbaugh concept album video. She realizes that means he fits in better with this… wherever they are than she does in her ripped jeans and old t-shirt. Screwing up all the nerve she has left, she decides to ask him.]
Do you know where I can get a drink? Like, water, I mean. [Anything but Tab.] I mean, soda would be fine but I’d rather water. Like, craft services or a convenience store? A vending machine? [Anything!]
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She needs to do something to excuse the fact that she’s standing in the middle of a crowd, not talking to anybody. so she decides to start fiddling with the cellphone thing. Tab. Maybe there’s some kind of music on it?
Success! Fleetwood Mac’s “Tusk”. Maybe not the best thing to listen to when you’re already on-edge but better than nothing. And music is always a better ice breaker than anything she manages to come up with on her own.
It isn’t even through the entire first drum riff before somebody bumps into her from behind. She yelps in surprise and almost drops the device.]
Oh, hey. It’s ok. I just sort of… stopped in the middle everything, I guess.
[He’s not as weird-looking as some of the others, though his clothes look like some kind of costume for a Mark Mothersbaugh concept album video. She realizes that means he fits in better with this… wherever they are than she does in her ripped jeans and old t-shirt. Screwing up all the nerve she has left, she decides to ask him.]
Do you know where I can get a drink? Like, water, I mean. [Anything but Tab.] I mean, soda would be fine but I’d rather water. Like, craft services or a convenience store? A vending machine? [Anything!]