catch-all: white.

[toesies]

jan please recommend a shitpost

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friday, week two.

[enfangs]

[hello... if sheila happens to be passing near the music room, white's standing at the entrance. he'll gesture for her to come on over.]

[toesies]

[... She will walk over, curious.]

What's up?

[enfangs]

[he jabs his thumb towards the music room.]

What d'you hear?

[toesies]

Besides your voice...?

[enfangs]

Well, yeah!

[toesies]

Then no, I don't.

[enfangs]

... All right, then it's maybe a murder scene.

[toesies]

... Great. So, do I get to find out what you heard in this murder scene?

[enfangs]

DJ station's been playing some kind of brass music?

[toesies]

Can you acapella it?

[enfangs]

Well, it's different songs. They're just all brass orchestra.

[toesies]

I guess hoping for a secret message is too much, then.

[enfangs]

If there's one, I sure ain't getting it.

[toesies]

Maybe we should get someone who actually knows about music to check it out tomorrow.

[enfangs]

Eh, probably. What can you do, when it comes to this place showing whatever it wants.