Reverb and Wrong Way go record hunting

Reverb knocks on the door to Wrong_Way's room
Wrong_Way was narrating his turtle's actions like he was a documentary voice over guy
<Wrong_Way>: "and the might turtle travels the planes of-Theo, don't eat the dust bunnies..."
Wrong_Way hasn't heard the knock since he's trying to keep his turtle from eating dust
Reverb just opens the door. "Hey, Mark, I needed to-"
<Wrong_Way>: "Come on Theo, you just ate..."
Wrong_Way sees Reverb as he's trying to pull a piece of long dust out of Theo's mouth
<Reverb>: "...is... is this a bad time?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Uh..uh..."
<Reverb>: "I... never mind. I need some help."
<Wrong_Way>: "Sure!"
<Reverb>: "Okay, uh, put simply... I need you to... accompany me to the record store."
Wrong_Way immediately puts away his turtle in his tank
<Wrong_Way>: "A-a record store?"
<Reverb>: "Y-Yeah, there are a few in the town... b-but, you see..."
<Reverb>: "I'm... kind of banned from two of them already."
<Wrong_Way>: "Aw, who would ban you from a record store?"
<Wrong_Way>: "N-not that you couldn't get yourself banned... but not saying you're a person they'd want to ban..."
<Reverb>: "I... kind of have a tendency to blow up at people. Over music."
<Wrong_Way>: "Oh..Thank goodness I don't listen to that much music!"
<Reverb>: "Oh, I mean, I wouldn't just attack anyone, no."
<Reverb>: "It's just that fucking fatass fedora-wearing Beefheart-listening piece of SHIT- sorry, sorry."
<Reverb>: "But... I would like someone who can... placate me, I suppose?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Oh sure, you're my...friend."
<Reverb>: "Yeah, that's right. I really appreciate this, Mark."
<Wrong_Way>: "No problem. Let's get going."
<Reverb>: "Awesome." she said, with a small smile. "I'm all set, and you?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Uh yeah." He looks over his attire and brushes off any dust he might've gotten on his pants
<Wrong_Way>: "How are we getting there anyways?"
<Reverb>: "Well, walking is one way."
<Reverb>: "And... given we can't drive or anything, the only way."
<Wrong_Way>: "Alright." he says with a shrug. "It's been a while since I walked to a store."
Wrong_Way suddenly realizes how pretentious that might have sounded and internally freaks out
<Reverb>: "Yeah, these days there's not much need for it either. But, I suppose it can be nice." she shrugged, as she began to walk to the front door of the school.
Wrong_Way follows after her, keeping a pace close to hers
<Wrong_Way>: "So uh..."
<Wrong_Way>: "How's life been?"
<Reverb>: "...Different."
<Reverb>: "In some ways, at the least. But at least some stuff has stayed the same."
<Reverb>: "Like you and the turtle."
<Wrong_Way>: "Heh heh, yeah..."
Wrong_Way thanks whoever that made it possible that frankie didn't see the polly pockets.
<Reverb>: "Again, I do appreciate this. Music is a big deal for me, y'know." she says, opening the front gates and walking out.
<Wrong_Way>: "It's cool Frankie, Everyone has things they really like. I'm just glad I get to see what you like."
<Reverb>: "Yeah, it's partially like and partially a necessity. Y'know, what with hearing everything ever." she explains, tapping the headphones.
<Wrong_Way>: "Wow. Everything?"
<Reverb>: "Well, texts, radio signals, TV broadcasts, fax machines, emails, and so on."
<Reverb>: "So just about everything."
<Wrong_Way>: "That's super cool Frankie."
<Reverb>: "At first, yeah... but then it just doesn't stop."
<Reverb>: "Everything at once, all the phones and computers and radios in my head at the same time and it doesn't just stop..."
<Wrong_Way>: "...Now that sounds worse."
<Wrong_Way>: "So those headphones help you?"
<Reverb>: "In a sense, yes. They block out a good 90% of it."
<Reverb>: "I can then use them to tune in and all that. Versatile."
<Reverb>: "And then music, that kinda blocks it out further. It's always playing, believe it or not."
<Wrong_Way>: "Wow. Do you ever run out of music or get sick of songs?"
<Reverb>: "Well, not really. I've been building up my music collection since my powers really manifested."
<Reverb>: "At first it was just stuff that worked. Then it slowly leaked into my original musical tastes and mixed. So, lots of rap, rock, you can expect that."
<Reverb>: "...maaaaybe a girl group."
<Wrong_Way>: "As long you have music you like."
<Reverb>: "Yup. And talking of music, we're almost there."
<Wrong_Way>: "Really?"
<Reverb>: "Yup. Time really flies, eh?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Sometimes. Usually it feels like time is taking it's own time though."
<Reverb>: "It's a funny thing, time." she says, shrugging.
<Wrong_Way>: "So what kind of records are you getting?"
<Reverb>: "Hmm, probably some rock-oriented stuff, there are usually records of those. Maybe even metal stuff, though I'm not too fond of that."
<Reverb>: "...what kinda music do you like?"
Wrong_Way thinks back to his Nickelback and Shakira on his phone.
<Wrong_Way>: "..Salsa music."
<Reverb>: "Ooh, nice. Salsa's a good genre."
<Wrong_Way>: "Yeah..."
<Reverb>: Reverb and Wrong Way stood outside the store. Unassuming, navy in color with a simple sign. Reverb almost looked scared of entering.
Wrong_Way is about to go inside when he sees Reverb looking fearfully at the store.
<Wrong_Way>: "Frankie?"
<Reverb>: "Wh-what? I'm fine... c'mon, let's go..."
<Wrong_Way>: "Alright." He holds the door open for her
<Reverb>: Reverb walks in slowly. The music is loud and... strange. Experimental might be a better word. Like a mix of throat singing and bongos at once.

<DarkAlina>: [pleeeeeeeeb]

Wrong_Way wonders if this is a live performance or something off a record.
<Wrong_Way>: "So...what do we do?"
Wrong_Way had never been in a music store before.
<Reverb>: Well well well, if it isn't Miss No-Taste.
<Reverb>: The clerk grins, looking at Reverb. "Bought your boyfriend along, I see."
<Wrong_Way>: "B-boyfriend?"
Reverb scowls.
<Wrong_Way>: "And Frankie doesn't have bad taste! She listens to a lot of music."
<Reverb>: "Hahaha, you're a funny guy."
<Reverb>: "I mean, shit, who the hell even likes rap these days?"
<Wrong_Way>: "I'm sure tons of people do."
<Reverb>: "Why? It's an objectively shitty genre."
<Wrong_Way>: "Who said so?"
<Reverb>: "Boy, I say so. We don't do rap here."
<Wrong_Way>: "Fine. We'll buy not rap and go buy rap somewhere else."
<Reverb>: "You think I'm going to let a bunch of plebs sully my store?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Aw come on sir, we're just here for records. That's all."
<Reverb>: "What kind of music do you like?"
Wrong_Way once again feels his phone full of Nickelback and Shakira in his pocket weigh him down
<Wrong_Way>: "Uh...I like salsa music."
<Reverb>: "Liar. You look like a Nickelback. I can smell the cheap imitation rock on you."
<Reverb>: Hey, that's over the line, you asshole!
<Wrong_Way>: "H-how do I look like Nickelback? I listen to salsa music generally."
<Reverb>: "Clothing choices, the way you style your hair, it screams 'asshole who likes Nickelback'."
<Wrong_Way>: "My mom got me this shirt..."
<Reverb>: "Then your mom was a fucking idiot."
<Reverb>: Right, you know what, let's go Mark.
Wrong_Way clenches his fists
<Wrong_Way>: "It's fine Frankie. Let's just get your records and leave. Is that fine with you?"
<Reverb>: "Like, shit, that shirt just screams dadrock fuckface. Like holy shit, what."
<Reverb>: "Almost as bad as your girlfriend's shirt. What is that even meant to be on her shirt?"
<Reverb>: No Mark, I'm not going to buy records in this cunt's store.
<Wrong_Way>: "Fine..."
<Reverb>: "Oh good, the plebs are leaving."
<Wrong_Way>: "I'm going to write a bad review of you online, sir."
<Reverb>: "Yeah, you should write a bad review of wherever your mom got that shirt. And maybe a bad review of her taste in clothes too."
<Wrong_Way>: "Whatever man." Mark says, as he opens the door for Reverb
Reverb looks at the doorway.
<Reverb>: "...you know what?"
Reverb turns out, and knocks down a rack of records.
<Reverb>: "Yo! Watch the merch, bitch!"
Wrong_Way avoids stepping on the spilt records
<Wrong_Way>: "I'm sure she didn't mean it..." he says though feeling kind of grateful one of them did something.
<Reverb>: Fuck yeah I meant it.
<Reverb>: I don't care what you call me, but my friends? Off. Limits.
Wrong_Way feels like he should do something as well.
<Wrong_Way>: "Uh his shoes /aren't/ bright orange!", referring to the store owner
<Reverb>: "Right, that's it, get out. You're banned!"
<Wrong_Way>: "Fine, and you were right. I love Nickelback!" Mark shouts, caught up in the moment.
<Alina>: [for shaaaaaaaaame]
Reverb grabs Mark's arm and drags him out of the store.
<Wrong_Way>: "Sorry...I felt like shouting."
Reverb starts to giggle
<Reverb>: ...hehehe, that was some nice shouting back there. You really showed the cunt.
<Wrong_Way>: "Y-yeah, I sure showed him."
<Reverb>: "Oh man, totally worth not buying the records."
<Wrong_Way>: "It sucks that you got banned from there though."
<Reverb>: "Meh, not that big a deal. I'm sure I can convince the other stores to let me back in."
<Wrong_Way>: "That's good."
<Reverb>: "Yeah. For now though, let's go home."
<Wrong_Way>: "Cool...y-you wanna do anything there?"
<Reverb>: "Well... I suppose we should catch up, right?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Sure! I mean, if you wanna talk about it..."
<Reverb>: "Talk about what?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Uh...you know..."
Wrong_Way whispers "The brotherhood."
Wrong_Way looks over his shoulder quickly as if he's expecting for them to show up out of nowhere
<Reverb>: "Oh, right, them."
<Reverb>: "Well... I'm open to a Q&A. Fire at will."
<Wrong_Way>: "Really?"
<Reverb>: "Yeah, go ahead."
<Wrong_Way>: "...Were there a lot of people there?"
<Reverb>: "...Kind of. There was the Tree, his Skeleton accomplice... me, Jet and Vacuna..."
<Reverb>: "And three others. Troglodyte, Wolf, and Creeper."
<Wrong_Way>: "Must've been lonely."
<Reverb>: "A little, but... in a way, it was nice."
<Reverb>: "It was... peaceful. For the first time in a long time, it was quiet."
<Wrong_Way>: "Wow...that must've been nice for you."
<Wrong_Way>: "Was the food there any good?"
<Alina>: [reminder: the food was made by an insane goat skellington with no taste buds]
<Reverb>: "It was... passable."
<Alina>: [if by passable you mean it passes through you like shit through a goose and has the same byproduct]
<Wrong_Way>: "Did you guys do missions there like we do here?"
<Reverb>: "Yup. We... we had a few."
<Wrong_Way>: "Huh. Alright."
<Wrong_Way>: "You guys probably saved some people, right?"
<Reverb>: "Umm... yeah..."
<Wrong_Way>: "Well that's good. I guess they must do some good."
<Reverb>: "Some, I suppose..."
<Wrong_Way>: "....I can't think of any other questions."
<Wrong_Way>: "Oh well."
<Reverb>: "It's... for the best. The mission talk is a bit of a downer, really..."
<Wrong_Way>: "Oh...okay."
<Reverb>: "...Let's head home."
<Wrong_Way>: "Alright."
<Wrong_Way>: "I had a great time with you...I'd probably be hanging out with Theo Junior all day."
<Reverb>: "Oh, glad you enjoyed it... despite the... yeah. I could... still hang out with you, when we get back?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Y-you wanna?"
<Reverb>: "Yeah, why not. Like I said, got catching up to do, need to see what my friends are up to, right?"
<Wrong_Way>: "Y-yeah!"
<Wrong_Way>: "We can hang in my room and uh..."
<Wrong_Way>: "...Play uno?"
<Reverb>: "...You know, that sounds like a lot of fun."
Wrong_Way hopes that Theo Junior hasn't eaten the cards yet
<Wrong_Way>: "So let's get going! Uno awaits us!" he says with a smile
<Reverb>: "Hehe, sure thing." she smiles back, as she starts the trek home.