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thisavrou_log2018-01-23 10:24 pm
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Then Like a Distant Scream
Who: Kelly Ann Mason and Kevin Flynn
When: A little past mid-January
Where: Erik's club.
What: The club, or lounge, or whatever he's calling it, needs music. Between Flynn's programming finesse and Kelly Ann's audio expertise they might be able to make it work.
Warnings: None other than Kelly Ann's potty mouth.
When the prospect of working on a PA system became available, Kelly Ann jumped at the chance. Not because she's excited about working with Magneto, of course. Dude is fucking intense. But she never expected to get the chance to actually do anything with music once she got to the station, and she misses it. Like, a lot. Loud, pounding music that fills your chest and blood and leaves your ears ringing.
She also misses doing something she knows she's good at, that she doesn't have to struggle with and nobody has to teach her. She doesn't mind learning, and she likes being helpful. But she knows shit, too.
One of the things she knows as soon as she walks into the space is that this job is going to be a bitch and a half.
It used to be a lab, and was big enough for at least like, eight people to live in. Well, six. The part that's still Magneto's quarters is blocked off in the far corner in a way that's not obvious. And doesn't appear to have doors which is weird but she's not going to ask questions. The L shaped space is divided into two parts. The long part has a bar and various cocktail tables and bar stools and something that could be a small dance floor and then sofas and easy chairs on the other side. All metal, which again is weird at least understandable as materials are scarce. There's some textiles around softening stuff, at least. And then the short end is blocked off and has curtains and Kelly Ann knows that's the designated smoking area. At least, that's what she thinks it is from the materials Magneto gave her to do this job.
She looks at Flynn, decidedly nonplussed. "The acoustics in here are going to suck balls."
When: A little past mid-January
Where: Erik's club.
What: The club, or lounge, or whatever he's calling it, needs music. Between Flynn's programming finesse and Kelly Ann's audio expertise they might be able to make it work.
Warnings: None other than Kelly Ann's potty mouth.
When the prospect of working on a PA system became available, Kelly Ann jumped at the chance. Not because she's excited about working with Magneto, of course. Dude is fucking intense. But she never expected to get the chance to actually do anything with music once she got to the station, and she misses it. Like, a lot. Loud, pounding music that fills your chest and blood and leaves your ears ringing.
She also misses doing something she knows she's good at, that she doesn't have to struggle with and nobody has to teach her. She doesn't mind learning, and she likes being helpful. But she knows shit, too.
One of the things she knows as soon as she walks into the space is that this job is going to be a bitch and a half.
It used to be a lab, and was big enough for at least like, eight people to live in. Well, six. The part that's still Magneto's quarters is blocked off in the far corner in a way that's not obvious. And doesn't appear to have doors which is weird but she's not going to ask questions. The L shaped space is divided into two parts. The long part has a bar and various cocktail tables and bar stools and something that could be a small dance floor and then sofas and easy chairs on the other side. All metal, which again is weird at least understandable as materials are scarce. There's some textiles around softening stuff, at least. And then the short end is blocked off and has curtains and Kelly Ann knows that's the designated smoking area. At least, that's what she thinks it is from the materials Magneto gave her to do this job.
She looks at Flynn, decidedly nonplussed. "The acoustics in here are going to suck balls."