video; @ellie

[pundemic]

[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.

Comments

[spellslots]

[It's beautiful, even if he doesn't quite get the reference, he can pick up on a faux aristocratic sneer when he hears one.]

The fox or the mink? I'd hate to bring the wrong coat.

[pundemic]

Mink, darling. Absolutely.

[What is she even saying? Although, she did find a fur coat in somebody's closet once, long-abandoned and moth-bitten but warm as shit. It was about ten times too big for her, practically a tent, but she used it as a bedroll for a while until she and Joel got attacked in the middle of the night and had to leave it behind in the confusion.]

[spellslots]

Hey, you know what, if you can tell me what a mink is I'll buy you a fur coat.

[It's less 'Ellie doesn't know her animals' and more 'minks are pretty useless for eating in a post-apocalyptic zombie world so she probably hasn't needed to know about them'.]

[pundemic]

Uhhh... [She scrunches up her nose.] it's something like a weasel, right?

[That's pretty much spot on, but Joel was an outdoorsy sort of dude who - at a certain point in their relationship - had taken to pointing things out as they saw them on their cross-country trek. Animals thrived, in a world without human interference, without much hunting, without the destruction of their habitats. Species' that were nearer to extinction than not came back with a vengeance. Life finds a way.]

[spellslots]

Eh, close enough, guess we're going shopping!

[Ellie might actually be the real loser here. Getting a free coat might not be worth being forced on a shopping trip with Taako.]

[pundemic]

[Okay but consider: she's never been on an Actual Shopping Trip in her fucking life, so maybe it'll be more of an adventure than a hardship? Maybe?]

What, we can't just... buy one online?

[Look she's been introduced to internet shopping and has decided it's the Best Thing Ever okay.]

[spellslots]

[If anyone can keep him on track, at least, it's Ellie.]

Absolutely not, where's the fun in that!

[He spent most of his life Too Broke to shop, so now that he can afford it he's going to enjoy it as much as possible.]

[pundemic]

[A LOUD THEATRICAL GROAN.]

One hour, Taako. One hour. That's it. Got it?

[spellslots]

[In response to her theatrics, Taako sighs deeply and sinks in his chair, as though she's broken his spirit.]

That's not nearly enough time to compare all the options.

[pundemic]

[she would literally kick him if they were in the same room.]

Well it's what you've got. Gotta make do.

[spellslots]

Here I am, trying to be nice to you, offering to take you shopping, and this is the treatment I get in return. It's a fucking travesty.

[what a baby]

[pundemic]

Technically, it wasn't an offer. You lost a bet. So really... you played yourself.

[she's not having any of it, taako. any of it.]

[spellslots]

That's not at all how I remember it happening.

[Nevermind that it was like literally a minute ago.]