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video; @ellie
[So. Someone thought she needed a guitar, and she's got a pretty damn sneaking suspicion who.
And that he wouldn't appreciate a call-out. Instead, Ellie just pans the video over an acoustic guitar and a stack of books she'd found on her doorstep a few hours ago. What's visible of her bedroom looks pretty... normal, all things considered. She's put up a poster. Her bed's made (with neat, military hospital corners) and there's some laundry scattered on the floor. She's sort of right on the median line of 'neat' versus 'teenager messy'. Some days, neat wins. Other days... well.
Other days, her laundry goes straight on the floor.]
Hi.
[Great opener, Ellie.]
Um... so. My name's Ellie. I'm looking for some song recs, easy stuff. We're talking, like... 'a five year old with two left hands could probably play this one blindfolded'. That kind.
I don't care about the type or-- genre or whatever, or when it's from. Just as long as I can find it here.
[There's a slight pause. Then,]
Also, if anybody knows how to transfer music from a cassette tape onto something like... an iPod, that'd be great. Thanks.
And that he wouldn't appreciate a call-out. Instead, Ellie just pans the video over an acoustic guitar and a stack of books she'd found on her doorstep a few hours ago. What's visible of her bedroom looks pretty... normal, all things considered. She's put up a poster. Her bed's made (with neat, military hospital corners) and there's some laundry scattered on the floor. She's sort of right on the median line of 'neat' versus 'teenager messy'. Some days, neat wins. Other days... well.
Other days, her laundry goes straight on the floor.]
Hi.
[Great opener, Ellie.]
Um... so. My name's Ellie. I'm looking for some song recs, easy stuff. We're talking, like... 'a five year old with two left hands could probably play this one blindfolded'. That kind.
I don't care about the type or-- genre or whatever, or when it's from. Just as long as I can find it here.
[There's a slight pause. Then,]
Also, if anybody knows how to transfer music from a cassette tape onto something like... an iPod, that'd be great. Thanks.
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[She has some culture, thanks.]
And-- uh. I mean, maybe?
[But also: total stranger and also a dude asking her that with an audio-only message is not the least way to her heart. Ellie sort of shrugs to herself, its only indication over the voice feed is the faint rustle of fabric.]
I don't mind figuring shit out on my own.
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[He's honestly trying his best to play it cool, but if she's attentive enough she might catch a note of disappointment.]
No sweat, just figured I'd offer. I get it if you wanna be your own woman, but I'm around if you want some tips or a few more song recs. Name's Dodger.
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Ellie. Like it says on the tin.
[Usernames, and all.]
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[Have an awkward pause, because... Dodger really isn't the best with kids, or being nice, or any of the things he's trying to accomplish here.]
So... Ellie. [Another pause.] Were you enlisted at some point, or did you just have strict parents?
[Good job, Dodger. You are the best at conversations.]
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What the hell makes you think that?
[She's so bewildered about where that even came from that she forgets to be wary or on guard about it.]
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But no one ever is.]
Your bed, kid. You're way too young to worry about being neat like that.
[And actually... he's pretty sure he's been in that room before. He guesses she was just out at the time, doing whatever kids do.]
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[She's not even weirded out at this point, just straight-up angry.]
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[Great job, Dodger.]
But you're right, it's none of my business.
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sorry dodger she's not about that life.]