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« eurodyne » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Kerry Eurodyne ✦ Cyberpunk 2077
RESIDENCE ✦ With Nomad!V
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby

Music always gets hammered down to the Three A's.
Axe, Attitude, and Audience. Me, I had an Axe and an Attitude.
All I had to do was get the third one.

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un: yackie

[culero]

Did you know I was dead when we met?

un: eurodyne

[secondconflict]

Yeah.

You died before V and I met. Whole time I've known him, he's been grieving for you.

Sorry I didn't mention it. Seemed like the kinda convo you wanna have with your friend. Your family.

[culero]

No, it's fine. I get why you didn't bring it up.
Don't know if I'd have been able to process it well at that point anyway.

[secondconflict]

Don't know how anyone processes shitty news like that and I've seen two different times now.

[culero]

Very slowly and with a lot of alcohol.
I might still be in the processing phase.

[secondconflict]

Don't think anyone will blame you for taking the time you need.

[culero]

Yeah, thanks.
How you doing, though? ¿Todo bien?

for @tragedyinminorkey

[secondconflict]

[After their conversation on the net, Kerry is interested in meeting the guy who has access to so much music. There's an idea forming in his head and he can see why that library will be useful.

Plus, he's always curious about folks who come from a future more along than his own.

He waits for his visitor eagerly, and when he finally knocks on the door goes to answer it with a smile.]

Welcome, welcome. Come on in.

[syntech]

[For his part, Ethan's just happy to have someone to actually talk music with, too. He'll probably feel similarly about tech, if that subject happens.

In any case, he's not too long getting in his way, winding through now-familiar roads (what a strange thought for someone like him) to come knocking on Kerry's door. The warm welcome is nice, and Ethan tips his head first in greeting.

It covers the time it takes for him to type, and Kerry likely won't even balk at the synthetic voice much. Its vaguely feminine tone definitely hovers around Ethan's neck, and it's equally definite that the words are prerecorded in the screen at Ethan's left hand. He doesn't lip sync with them.]

{Thanks for inviting me. Nice to meet you. Ah, right. I'm Ethan.}

[That... might have been good to start with before going and meeting up, but whatever. Ethan is a decent average height, if a little lanky and gaunt, and he's... well, very pale. He looks eternally like he doesn't get enough sleep (which, admittedly, is true like half the time). Ah well. He'll step in without much hesitation, though there definitely a brief moment where his gaze flicks across the room, a little flat of paranoia that melts right back into curiosity.]

[secondconflict]

[Once Kerry realizes what Ethan is doing, he gives Ethan time and space to type out his words without comment. He's used to assistive devices from his work bringing attention to issues that would cause a need for them. He doesn't seem to think there's anything different about communicating like this at all.]

Nice to meet ya, Ethan. I'm Kerry.

[He probably should have been the one to make sure they exchanged names before inviting a random kid to his place, but he had been too hyped up to listen to some of Ethan's jams.]

Can I get you anything? Somethin' to drink?

[syntech]

[It's not an understatement to say that he's quick at the keys. They're soundless by nature, but it's easy to watch the keys light up in rapid succession. And he enters things one quick sentence at a time, leaving... fairly little to slow down communication. It's definitely a convenient little assistive device, for more reasons than Kerry knows.]

{Nice to meet you too, Kerry. Water sounds fine.}

[He drinks a lot of that, surprising no one. As to the lacking introductions prior, both men could blame music. For his part, Ethan's happy to give Kerry a moment to get that - it subsequently gives him time to pull open another screen. Should he be finding a place to sit? Maybe.

Both maintain that same uniform shape, but the data displayed is different. An actual composition program displays on the second, with a list of songs running down the left edge. They're sorted by name, and have information slotted for genre, tempo and, for whatever reason, colour. A fair few are also marked as works in progress, probably no surprise there either.]

[secondconflict]

[Kerry gets the water and brings two glasses of it back with him. One for Ethan and one for himself. He sits on his couch and looks over at what Ethan is doing curiously.]

Color? [He asks, once he notices that is displayed on the list.] You a synesthete?

[syntech]

{Thanks.}

[The water is taken with an easy reach, fingers still flicking through the list. When Kerry asks if he's a synesthete, though? It's the first time he hasn't had to clumsily explain that, and the fact actually makes Ethan blink a few times. Then he laughs softly, a much deeper tone than the assistive device. So at least, he has a voice of some kind. Whether it's usable is anyone's guess, of course.]

Mhm. {Chromesthesia and individual sounds and colours, personally. You're actually the first I haven't had to explain it to. Guess it's more common in the music industry though, huh?}

un: strife

[coraza]

kerry, right?

[this is how you talk to people 101]

[secondconflict]

That's right. And you're Cloud?

We should really know that 'bout each other.

[He means that as a dig at himself too, not just Cloud. They should know each other better.]

[coraza]

i'm not in the house much.

[it's not untrue, but it's also a little awkward to admit...?!]

bet you're just as busy with the event you're organizing.

[secondconflict]

That and starting a new band does take a lot of my time.

Add the whole 'surprise you're a giant snake monster now' moments and it's been a pretty crazy time.

[coraza]

is that why johnny got busted for trying to get a new guitar?

[listen, he thinks you all are cool with your rockstar attitude and all... he wants to be in the know.]

sapphire?

[secondconflict]

Hey, that isn't on me. Johnny and I don't play together like that anymore. Haven't for a long time.

Nah. Ruby. Think what I turn into is called a lamina.

un: nomad [ audio ] | very end of june

[disrupts]

[ He's been told to get some rest, but being back at the townhouse for the first time in days doesn't provide the kind of space that feels restful. Ker's nowhere to be found, the bed left exactly as V left it days and days ago. His mainline guitar's still gone, the empty space where it usually lives crushing to look at.

He's sitting on the side of their bed, head rested in one of his hands as he contemplates everything he's done, and for a second there's no audio to be heard in the message he sends. ]

Ker... it's me.

[ Good start. That tells Kerry next to nothing about what the fuck's happened the last couple weeks. ]

Fuck, Ker. 'm so sorry 'bout what happened. I'm so fuckin' sorry I treated ya the way I did.

[secondconflict]

[When the message comes through, Kerry tries to ignore it at first. He doesn't want to reopen those emotions. His response to this sort of thing has always been to shut down. But the guilt ends up getting the better of him and after about half an hour he finally checks the message.

It takes another half hour for him to respond. When he does, it's not with his voice, but a text message.]

What are you doing, V?

[disrupts]

[ If Kerry doesn't want to talk, V gets it. He wouldn't want to talk to him either considering how fucked up he behaved last time they saw each other. The hour between those messages is spent in the exact same position, just sat uncomfortably on the side of the bed trying to keep himself awake. His head drops more than once as exhaustion threatens to tug him unconscious, but he's still awake when the message arrives. ]

Tryin' to apologize. Badly. I know an apology's not gonna make it right. I just...

You okay? Guess ya haven't been back to the house?

[secondconflict]

Apologize for what?

[disrupts]

For treatin' you like shit.

[ It's a confusing question that catches him off-guard for a couple of quiet seconds. ]

I'm sorry you had to deal with any of it. I...

'm sorry for all of it.

[secondconflict]

I need you to prove you aren't a fucking cyberpsycho, V. Spell it out for me. What did you do that was so fucked to warrant an apology?