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She smiles and will happily follow him anywhere!
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She smiles and will happily follow him anywhere!
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John sets off back down the sidewalk.
"I was on my way to an animal shelter," he says sheepishly, holding up the bag of doggy treats, "I like dogs. They're wonderful examples of nature versus nurture. No matter how animalistic they and their ancestors seem, they will act exactly how their caretakers treat them."
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The pink girl follows, nodding as she listens.
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"They've become just as much a part of humanity as breathing and war. Humans made them theirs, and they made the humans theirs. There's all sorts of symbolism I could make out of it, really. Just another way humans assimilate everything around them," John blathers about dogs and music and human all the way to the shelter, a small brick building with a large, fenced in back yard full of smaller fenced in sections. The entire area smells like pet, a smell you have to get used to to enjoy, and there's a lot of barking going on inside.
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Barking! Smells! This gets the pink girl very excited, but she notices something.
Dogs=no clothes.
John=clothes.
Why are you wearing stuff?
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"It keeps me warm. That, and some people don't like it when other peo-err...humanoid constructions are nude. Something just ticks off as wrong to them. The dogs have fur to keep them warm, and some of the hairless ones actually do have coats made for them when winter comes," John hops the fence into the back area and goes from kennel to kennel, kneeling down in front of each one to pet the dogs within and give them treats.
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She frowns, then...
Ploomp!
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Is this clothes?
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Now that she has clothes on, some part of John'sbrainprocessor is embarrassed to have seen her naked earlier.
"Well, they resemble clothes, but you can normally take clothes off, and they're made out of something other than the person wearing them so that they can keep them warm."
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This is close enough for now I guess...
She shrugs, watching the dogs and considering that she should probably not eat any of them.
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"Yes, as long as you're not...naked, I suppose. Though I guess you technically still are," John gives a Boxer/German Shepherd mix a scratch on the chin, "What exactly are you?"
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Pink and squishy!
She grins proudly.
Also I can be a bunch of squigglies again if I want. Or, like, anything.
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"Well, you're certainly...that," John focuses on the dogs to keep his mind away from thoughts musical robots should not have about adorable goo girls describing 'pink and squishy' things, "But what I meant was, what sort of creature are you? Are you an ooze of some sort? A science experiment? Some sort of nature spirit?"
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Uhhh... Ooze sounds about right.
She nods.
Except lots of other oozes I talk to are really boring. None of them do music.
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"Can you...do music?" John asks carefully, pulling his violin out once again and dancing his fingers over the strings, the light notes kicking up the leaves around him.
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I might be able to if I practiced, but I don't think I could do that... thing with the strings.
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"It's a violin. An electric violin, to be exact. My favorite instrument. If I had the money, I'd get you one to learn with," John sighs.
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I could play theeeeeeee... dog.
Dog is an instrument, right?
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"No, dogs are an animal. You can make them sing, though," John pulls out the bow and draws it slowly across the violin, making a deep, sticky-sweet note that the dogs howl along to.
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She tries boinking various parts of her body and finds her stomach makes a fairly okay percussion instrument.
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John watches her with interest, then shrugs and begins to slowly twirl about, his leaves dancing with him as he picks up pace. Speakers on the side of his head begin to vibrate out a soft beat, picking up tempo with his violin.
The wind stops to let John dance. The dogs stand silent, transfixed.
He plays.
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She listens in, again, awe, staring up at him with wide pink eyes.
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John twists and steps or leaps with every note, letting the song fill him. The sound echoes off from every wall around the pair, and his chest heaves as if he were breathing. His eye-dots close contentedly and he slows as the song calms to a halt.
"Sorry about that. I just really...I get into the songs. They play out stories before me. I see things...things that might be, or might not. I'm never sure. Great battles, dramas and tragedies and comedies and romances and all the genres of life just...Everything is there when I play."
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She stares, grinning.
That was so coooool.
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John 'blushes' once more.
"I'm glad you thought so. Um, I hear there's a place in town called 'Trog's'. Given the translation of the word it doesn't sound all that nice, but I hear that it's actually very pleasant and...er...that they might have a room you can rent or something?"
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She nods and deadtimes before she can ask what rent means.
Inside
The citizens of Inside might feel a slight rumble under their feet.
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The Cave of Being
Deep beneath Inside, in a cavern unknown to the minds of men, there is the never-ending scream of agony and rage that makes even the rock peel away from the overwhelming hatred.
For you see, there's a humanoid form down there.
Its arms and legs where wrapped in chains and held away from its body, preventing it from escaping, while its body was covered in blood from it trying to work free of the chains that binds it.
It continues to try to pull down the chains, not succeeding and sending ripples through the earth. Which might explain the slight rumble citizens of Inside might feel.
((Interaction, anyone? Though this situation might seem a little...bad. But the being trapped here won't go off and destroy, say, Inside >>
And anyone can get to the Cave of Being. There's hidden passageways to it all over Inside))
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"Come on, I've got a few bucks left. I'll see what I can do," John tilts his head in the direction of Trog's.
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She nods and smiles, standing up to follow him!
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John hops the fence again, leaving the paper bag of treats back on a table by the kennels, and sets off towards Trog's, which as always, is as close as the plot demands.
"So you've been here in Inside for a few days now, and you haven't been to Trog's Tavern?"
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Uhhhh. Yeah!