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Current Music: "Beastie" by Jethro Tull

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It was difficult sneaking the guitar into the utility tunnels without attracting comment, especially since the most convenient entrance is via the restroom off the student lounge, but Enzo managed it. He's on a sofa now, trying out some of the sheet music Tommy gave him for Christmas. Happily, he's gotten a lot of practice recently, and his voice is decent enough, so no one's ears are actually likely to bleed.

^♫From early days of infancy,
Through trembling years of youth,
Long murky middle age
And final hours long in the tooth...^♫

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"I'm sure you can, if you try hard enough. But hey, maybe it won't be that hard, if you already know what to try and change."

"Like 'don't lose an eye and get lost in the Games for ten years'?"

"That would probably be a good idea, yeah. Ten years?"

"Well, not really, 'cause we live a lot faster'n you, but it'd be like ten years for you. He wasn't a lot older than me when he got stuck, and he's grown up now."

"Well then you'd better be careful when you are playing the games," Alex cautions. "But I'm sure you already are."

"Actually, now I'm at the Academy, I don't get to play 'em anymore," Enzo says petulantly. "I'm taking Game Theory, but they don't let us in for real 'til we're around 11. That's like fifteen for you."

"Training's important, though. And do you start off with easier games and levels?"

"How're we s'posed to do that? Can't tell what a Game is 'til you're in it, an' then you can't get out 'til it's done."

"Well I figured maybe there were settings and stuff you could look at before hand. I didn't know it was so quick to come up on you."

Enzo shakes his head. "They fall out of the sky," he explains. "And they all look the same on the outside. They're just big purple cubes."

"Interesting." Alex smiles a little. "Sorry I've got so many questions."

"That's okay! I was the same way about matter and weather and stuff."

Was. Yeah. Hah.

"You get used to everything eventually. Even the crazy stuff."

Alex knows this firsthand. He glances at the kid, at the other people around, then nods. "I should let you get back to practicing...see you around, yeah?"

"Sure! Nice to meet you!"

And now, back to making awkward twangy noises and calling them music.

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