trainingwings | Entries tagged with [canon] 28 weeks later

[Voice]

Alright, Luceti, you've impressed me a little. But what I really need to know is, where can I get a walkman? CD player? Record player? And more importantly, how are you living without one in every household? That just seems like water torture to me, y'know. A little rock music to keep you occupied, when you're tired or pissed off, does the trick for me.

[A beat, as he leans his nose on his knuckles. And then waves a finger thoughtfully at the screen.]

Actually. Name me your favorite singers or bands. I'm curious to know just how 'alternate' these worlds are.

[Action]

[Doyle is side-strafing through the aisles of the shop, pulling object after object off them and tossing them into his basket, and it's not long before a big dumb grin slides across his face. He's enjoying the civilian clothes, and he's enjoying the clean air; now he just needs to bask in this great foundation that is a normal shop. He takes a pack of something and spins it in his hands, whistling]

Woooo, hot damn, ding-dongs.

[Grabs another]

Goldfish, can do.

[What's this? Soda po—p. That's the ticket. He turns on his foot and starts toward the aisle, already prying open the top to his drink.]

Now this place just needs a working McDonald's and I'm all set to have my training instructors flop in their graves.

[... Actually, the thought takes him back, and he's caught staring down the drinks section with an opened bottle of cola and a particularly blank expression. Damn. Damn. He gets that feeling—y'know, the one you get when you suddenly realize 'I'm alive right now, I'm experiencing things'? Only it's a little more meaningful when the circumstances are like they are.