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[Alex is sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room, the device on a nearby chair, giving a good view of the room. He's wearing a leather jacket (black-provided in his locker this time), and a pair of jeans. He's looking a bit James Dean today (thank you very much), and for the first time in a while, he's feeling a bit less....stressed.

Not that there isn't a lot to stress out about. But give a guy his own clothing (not a power diaper suit), and some sweet tunes (which are currently playing distantly in the background)--he can feel a bit better about life for a few minutes.]

So we're all stressed out, right? Which, fuck, I think we all have a right to be. We're on the fucking Lost in Space ship [That's what the name of that show was called, right? The show one of the kids in Promenade told him about], with people trying to kill us, make us sick, and no end in sight.

With more people coming every month.

[Okay, get to the point, Alex. It's a stupid point, but you want to make the offer, so do it.]

I know some people have been trying to find ways to relax and while I [He coughs, he doesn't like admitting he's wrong] was kind of a dick about it, I get the reasoning.

What I'm trying to say is that I got my hand-crank record player, and some records in my locker, last jump.

Johnny Cash, Buddy Holly, Big Bopper...you know, the good stuff.

If anyone wants to come over, and just relax for a bit--I'd be okay with that.

Figure I'd be an asshole not to share.

[Private Filter to Charles Xavier, the Space Traveling one]

[Alex looks a lot less upbeat than he did in the previous messages. He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.]

I know you're busy with the Spock stuff but um--when you get a chance, can you come over? I got to thinking about you and me--you know the whole 'alternate timeline' shit.

I just came to a conclusion I want to talk to you about.

[--]

[Private to Megamind]

Look, sorry. I was an asshole.

[--]

[ooc: Action is fine! There will be an open log put up later today for people who don't want to action it up here.]

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[ He stared at the message for a really long time. Because it was surreal. Nobody apologized to him. Nobody said they were wrong to him. It was-- ]

[ It was weird. He actually had to ask Roxanne what the normal response was. Apparently the answer was to graciously accept and not hold a grudge. Which was pretty easy; the only grudge he'd ever really held was against Metro Man. ]

[ Still, he's trying to sound as casual as possible about it all when he finally sends a response back: ]

It's cool. No harm, no foul.

[ A beat, and a little hopeful. ]

What Johnny Cash albums you find?

Edited 2012-07-20 19:10 (UTC)

Kind of? [ Eyebrows raised, but whatever, he doesn't really hold grudges. Well, not over that at least. ] Buddy Holly, damn, that's classic. You should bring them by the bar sometime so we can have oldies night. [ Not said in a sarcastic tone - he does actually like older music. ]

locker gods gave you a fucking hand crank
can i come over

[ Cue Part of That World music:

Dave wants to be... where the hand crank is. Dave wants to hear-- wants to hear its sweetness. ]

Things are returned.

[ ...pauses briefly ]

How are you, Alex?

Cool.

[A beat, as if he's leafing through things.]

The Fabulous Johnny Cash, Greatest!, The sound of Johnny Cash, With his Hot and Blue Guitar.

Dude I apologized.

[Kind of. He snorts.]

They aren't classics to me, man.

Yeah. Guess they knew I couldn't plug my other one in.

And sure. Come on over.

I'm guessing you're from a time before he recorded Folsom Prison, aren't you?

...the song? I know the song.

[It's one of his favorites. Used to sing it to himself in Prison.]

But if there is an album, no. I'm from 1962.

Somehow, yeah.

[He shrugs, even if Charles can't see it.]

Okay. Just keeping myself distracted

Oh, okay. He did the Folsom Prison album - uh, in the prison it's named for - in '67 over two separate concerts he holds there. Wasn't even the first time he did it, either-- the first San Quentin concert was in '58, so you've got to have heard about that one? He'll go back and play again in '69 and release the live cut off that the same year.

[You've released the inner music nerd, Alex. Whoops.]

...in short I have a fondness for Johnny Cash, and the idea of old school vinyl is exciting. Let me know when you're going to set up somewhere, I want to listen.

[ He gives a short laugh ] Relax, I'm just giving you shit for it.

[ blink. blink. ] Seriously? What year are you?

already there man

[Sorry it took him a bit to respond Alex, he was just finishing up some work. When he does finally make contact it is with a warm, curious smile.]

Hello, Alex.

Of course I can come over. I'm off shift now, would it be a good time?

...Johnny Cash?

["AM I DREAMING?"]

Yeah.

[He chuckles.]

Don't know if I got your favorites, though. Apparently he put out a lot of albums after my time period.

Yeah I heard about the Quentin one--it was um...a couple years before I got sent to jail.

[He listens, vaguely amused.]

I think that Justin kid wants to maybe use it at his bar sometime. I just--I'm not really interested in letting the stuff out of my sight.

Nineteen Sixty Two.

Let's hope that's figurative.

[Alex nods.]

Yeah--that would be fine.

Just um--you got any alcohol?

[Some of the stuff he's going to talk about, he'd like to have some booze for.]

[That left eyebrow arched but after a breath Charles nodded.]

I doubt Erik would mind if I liberated some from his stash. Though I have to warn you, Alex it is not exactly good stuff.

Charles, I've been to prison.

We drink shit made in plastic bags.

[Well when he was in general population, he did. When one of the older guys would let him have a few drinks.]

Trust me, I'm not lookin' for taste.

Fair enough.

[Charles agreed with a nod.]

Give me about half an hour and I will be by.

[The half hour was for Charles to grab a quick shower, wake himself back up after a long day of work and then to sweet talk the liquor from Erik.

Dressed in slacks and a button down shirt, rather than his uniform, Charles had thrown his brown cloak on rather than a sweater as he made his way through the ship to Alex's room. At almost thirty minutes from when he'd signed off, Charles knocked lightly on the door.]

Alex?

Oh-ho. Another jailbird. Well, we should start a club. Not that some of us would play nicely, but-- there's enough of us it seems that it's not all that odd, here.

[ He snickers a little. ]

I wouldn't let my vinyl out of the lair. If I had any of my records here, well-- they'd be under lock and key. Or hidden. With all the advances in sound made since your era-- there's no truer sound than vinyl. Everything else is just a digital production of a physical sound. Vinyl's the only true physical reproduction of a physically created sound.

Door's open.

[Bozo is waiting near the door for Charles, commencing to pounce on his feet in a stealth attack. Alex, for his part, is on the floor still, eyes closed, head pressed against the side of the bed as the strains of 'Peggy Sue' filter from the record player's small speaker.]

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