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<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

I'll be the judge of that.

[The convenience of the arcade is the main reason he doesn't bother asking questions first. It's not hard to set his work down for a second and find the closest door.

So, clearly looking like he was in the middle of mechanical work, he steps into the arcade.]

What've you got?

<soundsurfer>

[soundsurfing]

[Knowing he won't drop it, Beat tosses his new iPod over to Robotnik. Then hands over the headphones Marco got him to replace his old ones.]

Go on, yo. Plug 'em in an' give a listen.

[The headphones won't be able to bass as well as his old ones, alas, but there's enough in the music for some good skull vibrations.]

[evilgrows]

[He indeed catches the ipod, with so many hands to ensure accuracy. He takes the headphones, shrugs, and plugs them in.]

Sure, why the hell not.

[He's always down to listen to some new music. Even though his wrist computer can hold all his playlists, more options are always great. He sticks the headphones on his head and flicks through the artists.]

Hmm. Nice selection.

[soundsurfing]

Thanks, yo, knew you'd like it! 'Member you askin' 'bout the bass on my headphones.

[Ah his headphones. They went to a good cause, however. He'll give Robotnik a bit longer to flick through them.]

Letchu borrow it if you wanna, if you can help me rig up a warehouse to speakers that hook into it. Got a thing planned next month, an' it wouldn't a' been right widdout the music. Problem is, warehouse is pretty big so it needs a serious sound system.

[evilgrows]

Having a warehouse rave, eh? I'm listening.

[Despite being Dr. Antisocial, his appreciation for music has seemingly taken him quite a few places.]

I have my own music collection here, [he says, gesturing at the computer on one of his wrists,] so I have a few ways of getting things hooked up. The sound system in the lab isn't quite warehouse quality, but I should be able to extrapolate pretty easily. Where's the venue?

[soundsurfing]

Yeah somethin' like that! Blacklight party. [He'll like Brobot in on it.] I wantchya'll to see what I see when I look at you. It's gonna take a bit to get the place set up though.

[Looking around, he steals (sorry Elias) one of the little notepad and pencil prizes so he can write an address down and hand it to Robotnik.]

Two stories, but only the first floor really need to be wired up. Gonna turn the upstairs rooms into places peeps can go to relax a lil'. Shits all brick tho, so I ain't sure how well the music gonna be blocked out up there.

[A little shrug and he's eying Robotniks wrist computer. It reminds him of a smartwatch.

He wants one.]

[evilgrows]

I can see the ultraviolet spectrum just fine, actually.

[...It's kind of attractive to his instincts, even, like a lamp.

He grabs the notepad to take a look at the address and nods.]

Oh, chill-out rooms.

[Robotnik will never tell if he ever wore giant baggy pants at some point in the past.]

Brick's good. If we can get it mostly soundproofed on top of that, playing something low and ambient in there should mask what little might get through.

[soundsurfing]

Hell yeah, you know what I mean then!

[Listen, everyone needs to have a baggy pants, hoodie and chill phase. His ears perk when Robotnik mentions soundproofing and some low ambience.]

Yo I di'nt thinka that...

[He takes the notepad back to write a note for himself, rip it off, and tuck it into his pocket before handing the pad back to Robotnik. He'll have to ask someone about that.]

Heh, thanks yo, yer a real bro you know that?

[evilgrows]

Of course I know what you mean.

[Hard to have a raver phase when you don't really respect the PLUR lifestyle, but nothing stops Doctor Robotnik!!!

And it's really, really weird having someone call him a "real bro." Nobody calls him that. That's silly.]

If you say so, [he says in a way that clearly indicates that, no, he doesn't know that.] Anyway, this should be pretty simple to pull off. It'll just take a little time.

[soundsurfing]

Heh, I DO say so!

[Said in a way that says he didn't get the clear indication, he's sorry.]

Hell yeah! Take yer time, yo, we got all month to work on it. If you got anyone who might seem like they up fer paintin' up a place, cleanin' it up some or whatever, lemme know. Not too many peeps tho, I wanna surprise some. Don't tell Blue.

[evilgrows]

I don't exactly keep a list. [Or make friends enough to call them for things.] I could bring along a few of the machines that perform basic maintenance or cleaning duties in my lab, though.

[It wouldn't be hard to reprogram them for this particular purpose, anyway.]

I'm sure Sonic'll be thrilled by the surprise.

[He's not exactly stoked about doing something nice for his mortal enemy, but whatever! That's not even the main thing here! It'll be fine!]

[soundsurfing]

Oh hey yo, that'd be cool, I can pay ya fer yer time, either actual pay or jus' more electronics an' stuff.

[The mention about Sonic makes Beat grin. Sir you are doing nothing to dissuade him from the fact you're not a good guy.]

Yer the best. Keep the ipod fer now, yo, you can toss it back at the end of the party. I'll getchu duplicates of the keys fer the warehouse so you can come an' go as needed. [Please never ask him how he managed to get keys to a warehouse... Ever.] Hope you come to the party to enjoy an' check out how it looks in the end!

[evilgrows]

[Well, hey, it's not like Beat needs to know about the part where he was totally trying to kill Sonic. It's all good. Tooootally fine.]

You can just pay me whatever you can afford. I offer something of a discount on projects I'm particularly interested in.

[And this just happens to be right up his alley. He sticks the ipod in his pocket.]

Oh, I won't miss it. I'm not the biggest fan of parties, but there are times I can make an exception. [And wayyyy too many of these times happen to happen here.]

[soundsurfing]

[What do you mean they're not the best of friends look at how they interact! Don't pop his bubble, man.]

You got it, gimme an invoice or somethin' whenever you want an' I'll shuffle shit yer way.

[He absolutely beams when Robotnik wouldn't miss it, look how happy you just made this kid. What a good insect man.]

Hell yeah! I'll leave the key here when it gets cloned. Catchya later, Brobot!

[evilgrows]

[Goddammit, look what he's become. He doesn't seem particularly thrilled about apparently making Beat's day, but whatever. Whatever!]

Alright. I'll start getting some preliminary sketches together. See you later.

[Well... at least he's looking forward to the project. Now time to get back to the lab before he starts making anybody else happy.]