[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 to CRAU Charles )( Private text to Megamind )[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.]