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[Audio] A Little Traveling Music Please

Greetings, fellow convoy-ers. ...okay that didn't sound right ANYWAY-

I've been thinking we need better jammy-jams than whatever haunted soundtracks the Convoy decides to play for us, because even the worst of road trips needs some sort of music to help hold us over.

...of course since it's limited to whatever MP3s I've got on my phone, I hope that at least some of you have a taste for techno and eighties pop music. But if anyone else has happened to have some of their own music on hand, I will be happy to add it to the collection.

Ah, you say, but Donatello- how will we listen to your amazing tracklist? We've sorely neglected the localized radio network for other potentials- don't get me wrong, it's important getting the creepy messages whenever the thing picks them up, and yes, communication is a priority, but porque no las tres?

You are welcome to tune into the station, frequency seven-three-three-seven, at any time, barring any power outages of course.

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I know. I was just saying.

[He would consider himself lucky enough for them to stumble across a guitar here. Some sort of electric keyboard would be: one; outside of his depth and two; some sort of oddity that would feel like winning the lottery in terms of odds.]

Okay. I'm...not sure about doing it when I mean to. I've only done it once. But it can't be harder than the fire.

[Or had he just jinxed himself.]

[Maybe he'll find a keytar!!]

No, that makes sense. Maybe it's an instinctual thing. Took me a bit to work out the things I was able to do. Fire?

[Instinctual seemed like a good way to describe how things had gone with the howl. Once he'd gotten over the coughing fit first.]

Maybe. Sounds like it'd make sense. And yeah, I can breathe fire. Been working on getting the hang of it.

[Mostly so he wouldn't accidentally set shit on fire, but also so he could use it more reliably when he needed it.]

It was a bitch at first. I was just glad we were in a desert when it started.

Oh, wow. Why is it that most of the element-based things I've seen, originate from the mouth?

[He makes a face.]

That's...cool though? I guess? I can break windows and blow things away if I yell loud enough.

Do they?

[He hadn't actually realized. He'd seen a bunch of different cool stuff, but not anyone else breathing fire. He had breathed a bit of ice himself, briefly in the past, but.]

I've only seen Edward breathe ice. I didn't realize it was that common.

[Mouth-based, that was. But he was not...going to say that.]

I'd thought the fire was cool.

[It was a quiet mumble to himself; it didn't take much to make him feel self-conscious about things. It took a lot more work, in comparison, to make him feel good about the things he could do.]

That's badass, though. When I yell, all that happens is people get angry.

[It was supposed to be a joke, accompanied by a lopsided smile. He did think blowing things away by yelling was cool, though.]

At least from what I've seen. [Donnie shrugs.]

I mean, it is. I can see how being able to spit fire at something might be useful.

[He laughs then, because it is kind of funny.]

And blowing them back will make them twice as much so!

Yeah. I always thought of it as like, a hand based thing, myself. But I feel like breathing it is more helpful, maybe. Like, what if your hands are tied or something, you know?

[He'd only used his fire breath in combat once...and the smells still haunted him if he thought about it too hard.

But the other bit made him laugh, too.]

But at least you've got some distance between you and them, then. More time to handle the situation.

Makes sense to me!

And I guess that's true. I'd hope they got the message from the yelling alone, by then.

[They're closer to the house now, so Donnie checks the trees and anywhere else the birds might be inclined to perch.]

There's a couple watching, but it doesn't look like they're intent on making a move yet. Let's get inside.

Animals probably would. People? Lotta people have no idea what the message is. Could put it in flashing neon, even.

[...And sometimes that could be said about Andrew too. Anyway-]

Alright.

[He eyed the trees warily while making his way for the farmhouse porch, also doing his best to make sure there weren't any crows lingering there. He didn't see any, at least.]

Maybe they'll be chill if we just leave 'em be.

...good point. And you know how well people read.

[He smiles crookedly at that. Yes, his tone is by default sarcastic but that one was intentional.]

Here's hoping, anyway. Maybe they know it'd be a waste of effort if when we're headed into a sheltered place. We'll worry about them later.

[The turtle hops up the steps, still on the alert, but he waits for Andrew, letting him go first so he can make sure the crows won't try anything if his assumption is wrong.]

Exactly.

[Some people couldn't read if their lives depended on it.]

Yeah. They might not think it's worth it. They're supposed to be smart.

['Supposed to be' because these weren't normal crows and who knew where they fell on the scale, in comparison to regular corvids back home.

He looked around, wary, before nudging the front door the rest of the way open with one foot. When nothing happened or jumped out at him, he stepped inside, blinking a bit in the increased gloom. He took care to step off to the side, so there was room in case Donnie needed to quickly join him. Or just join him at a regular pace, without Andrew being in the way.]

[That's exactly why Donnie doesn't commit to a comment. Who knows how smart anything remains when instinct drives them past reasoning?

But it remains quiet, and once he's satisfied, the harpy turtle slips in after Andrew, taking one more peek outside before he lets the door shut behind him.]

[He looked over his shoulder as Donnie joined him inside, checking that everything was still good.]

Seems quiet in here so far.

[Which he would gladly accept. Especially considering the kinds of alternatives there were in this place.]

Seems like most shit's in good shape, too.

[At least what he could see from just inside the door here. The better shape the houses, the better shape the stuff inside, had been his experience. Keep things protected from the elements, and they'd survive a little better.]

I mean, decent compared to a lot of other stuff I've seen elsewhere.

Right? This area seems the most preserved by far. That there's working telescopes and data collection alone is amazing. Maybe we can find things for general use too while we're looking.

Yeah, the telescopes and stuff look like someone was just using them.

[Maybe not literally 'just', but within a week or so. All that data stuff had somehow survived with...however long it'd been since people had actually been around here, and it was both interesting and suspicious.]

Looking for useful stuff in general was something I'd been thinking about, too.

[Either stuff he found useful or stuff someone else in the convoy could use. He wasn't sure what kind of stuff; this felt like a 'he'd know it when he saw it' kind of situation. While also holding onto hope for a guitar. And no crows.]

Especially when there's a whole bunch of stuff everywhere around here.

Not a sign of degradation at all! The data was a bit concerning so I'm still not sure what to do with that...

[Donnie's got a bit more of an idea at least in what sort of things they should keep an eye out for, but he's also sure there's room for plenty of 'when I see it' sort of situations. He's totally going to claim a coffee maker if there is one. And coffee. Hopefully. Mmmm coffee.]

It's weird that things are just...as is. Not sure I want to know what happened to the people, but it doesn't look like these places have been looted.

[Did he want to ask about the data. Did he want to know why it was a little concerning. Not really. Should he know so he could at least try and be prepared for something? ...Probably.]

I haven't looked at 'em to see any of the data.

[How things had been left and what that might mean about what'd happened to people was also something that Andrew had been thinking about--and something he also didn't want an answer to.]

Better for us then, at least. That no one's looted shit here.

[The thought that they might be the first people here since whatever had happened was yet again...not a pleasant idea. But he wasn't going to say that.]

Hopefully there'll be some good stuff.

[The turtle hesitates, eyes flicking towards the nearest window, then the ceiling, as though he could catch a better glimpse of sky and maybe the moon through it.]

Some of it wasn't new. But it wasn't opinions from one side or the other either, which is good. That's....about the only good thing, really.

[He pries his eyes away from the ceiling, trying to focus on looking for useful things.]

The Silver Tears believed that there was some kind of entity living within the moon, a god of some sort, and they fought for its release. And there seems to indeed be something in the moon, but it's uncertain as to what exactly, but it's believed to be the source of the cause of these transformations we've been experiencing, and that have been going on for centuries.

[He picks up an umbrella from a stand, opening it in testing before closing it again.]

...and there's a warning that at some point the moon is going to shatter, and the transformations that come with it will be unprecedented. I don't like those implications.

[...Well, most of that wasn't so bad, or rather, it wasn't entirely news, but he kind of wished he could power walk away from that sentence about unprecedented transformations and pretend he'd never heard it at all. Actually, he might still pretend he'd never heard it at all.]

Oh. So back in the desert library when we found books that said the moon was hungry, it wasn't just some symbolism bullshit, huh? Think I liked it better when it sounded like a Southern gothic.

[Rather than there being an actual thing inside the moon. He didn't like that one bit.

Poking his head into the kitchen, Andrew scanned over the surfaces before stepping inside a little more. Some things were dusty, but it looked alright overall.]

Also, according to superstitions, it's bad luck to open an umbrella indoors.

[He didn't look back while he spoke, just opened a cabinet to peer inside.]

Eugh, it said that?

[That's unsettling. But then what about the whole moon thing isn't?

He casts a dry look after Andrew though.]

Good thing I'm not superstitious then.

[They've already had plenty bad luck just being here that he's certain there can't be worse. That's kind of a rotten outlook though, to just expect that things will get worse.

He sets the umbrella aside in case. Maybe he can find some use for the ribs. Or maybe even the material.]

Yeah. Negan found a book with a bunch of shit like that in it. I don't remember what else was in it.

[He mostly remembered the part about the moon, and how he'd remarked that Eddie would've gone on and on about the symbolism and everything else. He would've loved that shit.

Andrew also remembered the hunting logs he'd found, but...yeah, he wasn't going to bring those up.]

I snagged a few books and one of the tablets from there.

[In case there'd been anything actually helpful, or things they maybe realized were helpful down the line. Also because he'd been curious.

Looking back with an amused snort, he added-]

Yeah, me neither. Hate what that shit's done for black cats.

[As if their fur color actually made a difference like that at all.]

I grabbed a lot of things. Weirdly, some interestingly specific information on the Convoy.

[Donnie starts looking around the living room. Ooh, maybe he can grab some of the cushions. He pokes experimentally at the ones on the small couch.]

Right? People come up with the weirdest things to believe.

Oh, cool. What kind of information?

[Something about the convoy couldn't possibly be as bad as things like an entity in the moon...right?]

Yeah. Broken mirrors and walking under ladders, and itchy hands.

[Lucky pennies, and something about salt, and- there really was a long list of weird things.]

It's ridiculous.

[So were the contents of the cabinets he was opening. Plates and cups and a mixing bowl and not much else, so far.]

Things like how to configure settings, customization sort of things, oh! And some wonderful schematics.

[He'd eagerly eaten those up. ...not literally.]

But as I figured, offered nothing about the systems powering the main trucks themselves, so I did my own digging.

[Don't mind him as he settles on the cushions to get a better feel for them. Maybe he'll bring these back for Leo. The mattress his brother had pulled from the bunks wasn't really that padded, and what with Leo's shell compromised, maybe some extra cushioning might be good.]

Itchy hands? Really?

[As he tests the cushions he looks around the rest of the living room, but nothing particularly catches his eye.]

Customization settings?

[That grabbed his interest, as he abandoned looking through the kitchen to return to the living room.]

Did you find anything with your digging?

[He was curious about that, too. And...for a moment he paused, looking at Donnie testing the cushions and- honestly? That was a good idea. It'd be annoying to haul something back to the convoy and then discover it wasn't worth bringing back.]

Yeah. One hand itching means you're getting money, the other means you're losing money. According to superstitions, of course.

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keytar just sent me back to my kingdom hearts days, lmao

hahaha

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