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[tangleofgarlands]

I wasn't sure if this was an appropriate time, but I thought that maybe people would like a distraction from everything, so here goes.

I'm looking for new music to listen to. I had a large collection back home, but have since lost most of it, and I thought I'd take the chance to expand my horizons a little.

If you're curious about my tastes, my collection included The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Curt Wild and the Ratz*, Janis Joplin, The Rolling Stones, Black Sabbath, The Flaming Creatures**, Fleetwood Mac, Queen, and Patti Smith.



*Iggy Pop + The Stooges
**New York Dolls+Roxy Music

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[tangleofgarlands]

[Arthur mutely steps back to let the giant figure pass--it's not like he has much choice; he might survive having his limbs crushed, but probably wouldn't make it through the ear-blistering he'd get from Mandy for being so reckless.

He can feel the person's thunderous footsteps as they pass him, like standing right next to a speaker and feeling the music in your chest. And, oh, he's about to have one of his own; for a second the excitement makes him dizzy enough he has to grab onto the wall to keep his knees from giving out.

Or maybe, speaking of tea, he just needs to eat something.]

Er, yes. I mean, I don't remember what I said, exactly, but we have all of those.

[Arthur can't help but wonder how one would even hold a glass in such a suit, much less drink from one, although he has no intention of asking such a brazen question without having a drink of his own. Instead, he just ducks behind the bar and starts setting out a few different things to narrow down the request--light beer and dark, spirits and grain alcohol, a bottle of red wine.

Because he has an inexplicable hunch--it's hard to read any emotion through a solid sheet of metal--that the comment about tea was a hopefully-friendly jab, he tosses a single packet onto the bar after them.]

I'm actually more of a coffee person--I only use them if someone wants a hot toddy or something. But we do have tea, and if I couldn't boil water I'd not have taken a job in food service.

[servomotor]

[The secrets of Tony Stark's ability to ingest things will soon become clear. For now, he makes no move to leave or adjust his suit, choosing instead of walk around. Swizz swizz again, the tiny motors in his armored legs and arms make minute, almost kittenish sounds as he navigates about the small space, examining Arthur's style as it translates to his living quarters.

The crate goes up onto the nearest table.] So, [he says.] I've been wondering about some of the other differences between our worlds. I'm gonna assume it's not just a couple of celebrity names. [ACTUALLY. But sue him okay, how is he supposed to know?] Let me guess. You also have vampires. Witches. Aliens took over one or two nations a couple of years back and you fended them off with the help of a spiritual figure wielding a giant magnetic hammer.

[He digs his gloved fingertips in under the edge of the crate lid. There's a splintering crack.]