mayfield_rpg | 02. tunes & moves

[A: the record store / action / PREVIOUS THREADERS]

[ For anyone she has spoken with about parties, she was waiting for them to show up. She saw them around a few times and decided to finally throw an offer of meeting up at the local record store.

She was planning on finding a nice selection of music for a party she hopefully would be able to work into her not-busy schedule. Her day-planner was 365 pages of empty. Roxy was simply flipping through the selection, waiting anxiously because jesus fuck, anything was better than playing hopscotch with the neighbors kids again. ]

[B: the record store / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]

[ For any people Roxy hadn't spoken to about a party, she was just a normal blonde girl busying herself while looking through the stacks of records. She doesn't stand out much; her blond hair in loose curls and only a striped scarf abnormally hanging from her neck. It wasn't until she would speak up in disbelief, rolling her eyes in an annoyed fashion. ]

Does anyone know where the hell some sweet tunes are? Don't know if I'm blind or missing the non-stupid section. I doubt 'The Andrew Sisters' are dropping the base or anything like that.

[C: burger bonaza / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]

[ What she wouldn't give for something cooked! Scrounging up her lunch money, she threw away the silly ham and cheese sandwiches for a chance at something good. Something American, like she read in those shitty novels her Mother wrote. A double quarter pounder with cheese was non-existent, but a Big Bonzo Burger was.

Too bad that Roxy found herself in the place was full of people on a Saturday night. She was bumping into people left and right while waiting for a table to become available. If this was what the low-class place was like, she could only imagine how roomy the snobby lounges were. ]

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Uh... well...

[He wasn't exactly sure if he should explain the whole mess of anti-capitalism and how he wouldn't have dared tried to smuggle American music into his home when he had much more important things to illegally posses back in the 1950's]

I'm from Europe, I don't know a lot about American music from around this time.

[ She listens, pondering a moment. ]

Hrmmmm. 'Kay, well, Europe or not, you have some kinda ear drums, obviously enough. So, let's do it this way.

[ She takes a step over to the display area, placing a record she packed away to the side on the device. The tunes would begin to play. ]

Does this sound appealing to you?

[ It was a bit corny, but it had a steady pace... ]

You may not like parties, but hey -- nice music is always a plus.

[He follows her over to the display. After a few moments of listening he seems to nod slightly in time with the music. It has that kind of twang to it, but it's easy to listen to]

It's not bad...

I mean I don't really like it but I guess it's the kind of thing that comes to mind when you think of teenagers and American parties in the 1950's.

At least from what I've seen in movies and stuff.

[ She watches him react and wow, he really was desensitized from American culture, huh? She was from the hella far future and still knew some of Americana 1950s from watching I Love Lucy and shit. ]

Okay, that's the maybe list.

[ A pause. ]

Thanks, and I didn't mean to kinda force you into the whole party and booze thing.

[ And another pause. ]

I kinda... [ She mumbles. ] don't really have a lot of people, even back home, so.. yeah.

[ She shrugs, playing off the mood quickly. ]

If I get stupid or forceful just slap my wrist and tell me No. Okay?

[He's caught a little off guard by how earnest she was all of a sudden, but Latvia smiles at it all the same]

It's okay, you're not forcing me at all.

Well, you're not forcing me that much at least. I'm actually happy that you're helping me with the brewing, I figured helping you with the party was the least I could do.

[At the sudden change in tone he fidgets a little anxiously. From her manner he'd pegged Roxy as a social butterfly]

Do you have friends here? They can really help when the bad stuff starts happening.

...

Sometimes... I'm sure they'll come with good intentions at least.

Still, it's all chill and if you're into more social gatherings, maybe we can stomp some grapes and make a classy wine 'n dine after the party.

[ She really didn't expect to share a bit of her inner thoughts. This was all just some sick twisted game and she might as well play along, or she's giving in right? Getting sad over shit isn't worth the hassle. ]

One, but he kinda is off on adventures a shit ton. Even so, we're kinda.. complicated. I'unno, it's stupid and not worth getting into the hassle.

[ She listens to him, smiling just a tad. ]

Yeah, all that doki doki feelings shit is cute, but it doesn't spring up overnight. If you force friendship it's kinda like watching water boil: it just makes you look retarded.

[ Or...takes ...a while, Roxy, no. ]

I know, I know. I mean, I've known them for a long time. A really really long time but we still have our moments.

[Wait, what? Oh this is no time for rambling. Latvia busies himself looking through the records]

Either way, I hope you two can work things out. This town has a habit of knocking you around a bit, you really don't need personal things on top of all that as well.

...

But wine sounds good.

[He pulls out a blues record and flashes her the cover. Maybe not his first choice but he doubted that the store would have any kind of eastern European folk music, or that that kind of music would be appropriate for parties at all]

Would something like this be okay?

Huh.

[ Either way, she lets a small laugh slip past her lips. It was nice talking to people for a change instead of over the computer, but she still felt a bit uneasy. ]

Yeah, if I'm knocked around anymore than I already am, I'd have a baby on the way.

[ Knocked...up.. no, he prob won't get that. ]

Oh, yeah, wine. Some nice bubbly bubbly, y'know.

[ That..was champagne, but hey, who's counting? She looks over the cover, noting it was a bit different than the others. ]

Hm. Probably. I have a pretty good feeling about that, actually.

[He looks at her a little concerned]

Uhm... you're not... are you?

If you are you probably shouldn't be drinking.

[ Here she is bursting out laughing. ]

No way, unless I'm the Virgin Roxy in this place.

[ She waves him off a bit. ]

Just metaphysical, m'friend.

[ Metaphorical? no, physical is good in this context ]

Just saying we're practically boned here and if we get boned any harder, might as well give me the spawn of satan.

[ Le sign, she simply rolls her eyes. ]

[Latvia can't help but feel embarrassed at making such a dumb assumption, although he's still not entirely sure what she's talking about]

Uh... well... just be careful okay.

[He hands her the record, quick to change the subject]

Do you want more music like that? Or do you want to have different kinds playing?

[ She snatches the record and looks over at it. Trying not to feel all blushu at someone showing care to her instead of spurning her for her friendliness. ]

That sounds great. Just lay all the music on me. Alllll of 'em.

I want to make sure there is some variety, ya, but not too much, since people just wanna have fun, girls AND boys included.

All of it?

[He takes out the first record his hand finds]

Well, neither of us know what we're doing. Taking things at random is probably just as effective as trying to find something decent.

02. tunes & moves

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