voice; un: redgrave

[shishkabob]

So we got space Zumbas or whatever you call 'em, [Roombas, they're Roombas,] an armory, a fake outdoors, a rock band, a music room, movie nights, strawberry ice cream, empty pizza boxes—shame on you all for not sparing a new guy some pizza, by the way, I could've used that—and an upcoming play. 'S'all great and all, love the variety here, but you know what I didn't find?

[A pause, for dramatic effect. Then, mock-disappointed:]

Any heavy metal records. I'm shocked, you guys. You're telling me nobody here listens to Iron Maiden? System of a Down? Metallica? Hell, at this point I'd even take Nine Inch Nails and they don't even count. Next supply drop I'll ask Viveca to pull a few records and my old jukebox in, get you guys a crash course in the best of the genre.

[With that out of the way, Dante switches subjects, the jokey disappointment now gone in favor of a slightly more serious but still casual tone:] By the way, anybody up for a spar? If we're gonna go on a mission soon, I'd like to stay sharp, see what I'll be working with. You want a fight, come find me in the training room. I'm the guy in red with the big-ass sword, can't miss me.

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voice

[shishkabob]

Oh, I'm definitely asking now. I'll even slap a please with a cherry on top if you want.

Re: voice

[ruinously]

I could be persuaded to share.

Long as I got 'em back, course.

[shishkabob]

I'll treat them like they're my own guns. [Which he does meticulously maintain.] You'll get them back in the same condition you got them in.

[ruinously]

[ he can appreciate that, he takes care of his own gun in the same way he does his albums. ]

Okay. You can borrow them for a couple days, then.

[ HE'S TRUSTING YOU ]