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[whiiiip_laaaash]

It is very, very loud in one corner of the Bar.

Peter asked Bar if she had any cool music he hadn't heard yet.

We're so sorry.

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[just_cant_lose]

Oooh! Music!

Jim's head shoots up from the book he was reading - on the other side of the bar - and immediately goes to investigate.

'What're you listening to?' he says - well, shouts - above the din.

Hi, Person! He doesn't know you, but is all about changing that if you have good taste in tunes.

[whiiiip_laaaash]

Peter looks up and grins. "Righteous Brothers," he calls back cheerfully, seemingly unbothered by his own volume. "This one's, uh-"

He squints at the tape case in front of him.

"Rock and Roll Heaven. Not too shabby so far."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim pulls a face, and collapses bonelessly into a chair, dumping his book on the table. He can play the normal teenager. He does it all the time.

'They're really old, aren't they?'

Not that that's a bad thing! Some of the classics are good!

[whiiiip_laaaash]

"Maybe for you. This album hasn't even come out yet." Peter shrugs. "They're still a broken-up act for me. I guess they decide to get the band back together sometime soon."

He's only been here a couple of times, but the sheer number of people who gave him weird looks for being from 1974 got the message across: people at Milliways don't care what year it is until it makes them feel old.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim never feels old so it's not likely to be an issue. Also, knows next to nothing about the Righteoys Brothers. He just assumes they're dead, and therefore irrelevant.

'What year are you from?'

He has follow-up questions, but it's loud here so he'll keep it simple.

[freedom_is_grey]

Somewhere not all that far away a massive brown dog starts howling along.

Ysalwen, white-haired, pointy-eared, and tattooed, buries her face in her hands.

"Liranan, stop helping! I'm so sorry. Um. Can you hear me?"

[whiiiip_laaaash]

The dog gets Peter's attention and OH HEY THERE'S A GUY RIGHT THERE NEXT TO HIM.

"Nice dog. A little loud. Looks like a good dog to have if somebody tries breaking into your house, though."

[freedom_is_grey]

"Oh."

Ysalwen has frozen, odd light effects flickering around her just now. Magical shields, you see.

Liranan, meanwhile, has stopped howling and now darts between Ysalwen and this new person.

"Did you -- "

Um.

" -- what."

[whiiiip_laaaash]

"It's okay, big guy. I'm not gonna do anything," says Peter, putting his hands up. "Here. Smell me. I'm harmless. Honest."

Also the last thing he had in that hand other than his newly acquired tapes was a Twinkie. That's totally a nonthreatening smell. What's hostile about Twinkies?

[feminine_menace]

YT hears the strains of classic (to her) rock as soon as she comes into the Bar. It doesn't take long to figure out where the sound is coming from, or to connect it with that speedster dude - Peter - who she met during Cubefall. She walks over to him.

"Dude, you should spin up some nuclear fuzz grunge," YT suggests, raising her voice to be heard above the music. "It'll blow your mind."

When Peter met YT, she was a pegasus pony. She looks different now, of course, but her voice is the same.

[whiiiip_laaaash]

"Huh?" Peter looks up. "Oh, hey, wow, you're the- you were the pony chick. Hi."

He is not up on his pony terminology.

[feminine_menace]

'Pony chick' is close enough. "Uh-huh," YT says. She sits down on an adjacent stool and puts her plank on the Bar. They've got a routine now: the plank disappears, safe in Bar's keeping until YT comes to pick it up.

"You're still Peter right?" Of course he is. YT's just messing around.

[whiiiip_laaaash]

"Yep," says Peter cheerfully. "Unless you'd buy it if I said I was a girl named Brenda."

Which he very much doubts.

[heatherandsteel]

Normally the music in the Bar isn't that loud and Quentin heads over to find out who's playing it. Its definitely woken him up and is even kind of good.

[whiiiip_laaaash]

The gray-haired teenager is a little too wrapped up in listening to the O'Jays to catch sight of the new arrival right away, but given Quicksilver's attention span that doesn't last long. He looks up and waves to the stranger briefly.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin returns the wave with a smile and says, "I know someone who listens to that kind of music."

Toby prefers hard rock but oldies stations play these guys. The grey hair is interesting and Quentin tastes the air to see if this other teen is a Fae.

[whiiiip_laaaash]

"I just got it from the Bar," says Peter. "Most of it's stuff that's supposed to be coming out soon. I think. I asked for stuff I hadn't heard yet, anyway."

[stridersgonnastride]

"okay," Dave says, in his usual monotone, but just loud enough to be heard over the music. "props for old school stylings but is this the best fucking music you have it sounds like you're murdering the entire goddamn woodstock festival in here"

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"Hey-"

Peter leans back in his chair and waves in Dave's direction.

"-I dunno what you're talking about. Half of this stuff isn't even out yet for me. I'm getting a leg up on the year's top hundred."

[stridersgonnastride]

"when i come from this isn't even dad music it's older than dad music."

Dave shakes his head in despair.

"too narrow on the timeline dude you gotta think big"

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"Yeah?" says Peter. "Lay it on me. How big are we talking?"

Temporal integrity? Cultural drift due to artistic material from the future? Aaah hahahahah hahahahahah haaaa yeah no.

[likeroaringlions]

Jesus Christ, that's loud. He didn't know anything could be that loud, other than a battlefield, a bigger battlefield than he's ever been on himself. And this isn't battle, it's music. So, you know, William Douglas heads right over to see where it's all coming from.

[whiiiip_laaaash]

It's coming from the devices on the table in front of a gray-haired kid of maybe eighteen, who seems to be quite happy to be listening to people singing in group harmony (to the accompaniment of oddly twangy music) about the evils of the pursuit of money.

He looks up at the new arrival, grins, and waves.

[likeroaringlions]

William squints for a moment, trying to square the grey hair with the face of someone about his own age, but--sure, whatever, hardly the strangest thing in this place. "Hey," he shouts, grinning back. "What is this? Is it another one of those caputer things?"

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"Huh?" Somewhat reluctantly, Peter adjusts the volume dial on his tape player. "No, it's just music that hasn't come out yet. On tape, not on records. You haven't heard it before either, huh?"

He hasn't yet really grasped exactly how big a time frame the patrons here span.