Office #26, Wednesday During Working Hours

[chosehumanity]

It was the first week of a new term, so Mitchell supposed he should be holding office hours.

It would, of course, be that day, when Mitchell's TV not only refused to function, it also insisted on acting as a radio. For instrumental renditions of popular pop songs. Over and over and over again. Not even shutting it off managed to stop the flood of sound.

After a few hours, Mitchell was starting to entertain serious thoughts of relapsing and tracking down Miley Cyrus.

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[vanillajello]

"I am not going to go back to the dorms just because your TV is all funky." Just so that was clear. She'd come here to avoid the trek back there, after all.

"But there might be something in the music room?"

[chosehumanity]

"Good idea." Mitchell? Getting up out of his seat now. "On to the music room. I refuse to spend more time with this travesty."

[vanillajello]

Kate got up, too. Not like she had anything better to do. Plus, she'd never actually been in the music room. "Okay then."

[chosehumanity]

"I can't believe what kids these days are listening to," Mitchell muttered, strolling towards the stairs at a brisk pace (he'd just have to deal with the windows).

[vanillajello]

"80 percent of all music is crap, anyway," Kate commented, taking big steps to keep up. "And people just love crap."

[chosehumanity]

"It used to be less crap." Yes, Mitchell. "I mean, some of the things people have come up with over the years is just-- I think it's up the stairs."

[vanillajello]

"Yeah, pretty sure it's next to the home ec room," Kate nodded.

"So, give me an example of something less crap. There are many."

[chosehumanity]

"Velvet Underground," Mitchell said, decisively. Of course, she was also talking to a bloke who owned Coldplay records, so. "Earlier than that, too. Have you ever listened to any jazz singers?" He moved up onto the stairs, quickly rushing his way up.

[vanillajello]

"Have I ever listened to any jazz singers?" Kate snorted. "Please. Jazz is all my brother ever listens to. So yes. I have. If not always completely voluntarily." Beat. "And stop running." She had long legs, but wasn't that keen on his speed. Still, she tried to keep up.

[chosehumanity]

"Are you feeling winded, Kate?" Mitchell just had to ask, twisting his hand along the top of the stairs as he turned in the direction of the music room.

[vanillajello]

"I just woke up like an hour ago," Kate whined, reaching the top. "It's too early for exercise."

[chosehumanity]

"Kids these days," he said, with an amused sigh, and dashed for the music room.

Now it was mostly just to spite her, mind.

[vanillajello]

And Kate, for her part, was going to stroll the rest of the way as lazily as she possibly could, sticking her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.

"Can it, old man," she called after him.

[chosehumanity]

There was a beat as Mitchell entered the music room and stayed there.

A beat which lasted until he poked his head back out. "...Which one is the best for playing music really loud?"

He had barely moved on to the iPod age. Give him some credit.

[vanillajello]

"I don't know, maybe the biggest?" Kate suggested with an amused smile. "Speakers as big as possible, but still small enough to be carried back down?"

Of course, by now she'd caught up with him, and slipped past him into the room to have a look-see.

[chosehumanity]

"Right."

Mitchell ran a hand through his hair. And surveyed the domain. So to speak.

[vanillajello]

Kate scurried around for a bit, then poked at a fairly new-looking boombox on a table.

"This looks promising."