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[neverstudied]

"Hey, this is Dr. Peter Venkman- I'm probably busy. If you're calling about something stupid done by a Dr. Egon Spengler or a Dr. Ray Stantz, I'm sorry for whatever they did. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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[neverstudied]

[Kirby rocks Annie in her tendrils until the little Cubone understands that everything's ok. She gives Q*Bert a slightly reproachful look, but relaxes after a moment- she knows they didn't mean any harm. And she's much more forgiving of other Pokemon than people.]

Man. If they're that into music, maybe your Porygon oughta become a drummer. They can just hit the drum with their face or something.

[ghoststanning]

[Annie nuzzles against Kirby and smiles at Q*Bert. She's just glad you're all okay!]

Maybe we should try seeing what kind of music they like! I'm sure Q*Bert would love hearing all the music there is in the world.

... You know, besides the music that's constantly playing already.

[pkemeter]

Hmmm. I am unsure whether that would do anything except puncture the drum altogether....

[Q*Bert buzzes cheerfully, floating a little lower as if to try and cover up the hole they made in the ground. He gets up from the couch, making his way to a nearby dresser and opening the drawers. After a moment or two of digging, he pulls out a box of cheesy crackers and goes to perch on the sofa arm rest.]

...The Pokémon probably go throughout their whole lives where music is a natural part of their lives. Though, whether or not they "interpret" this as music is left to be seen.

[He shoves a bunch of crackers into his mouth.]

I suppose if a Pokémon somehow made its way to a dimension that did not have music playing at all times--say, my home dimension--it may find the silence uncomfortable. Like a person from the city moving to the country.

[neverstudied]

It's fine. They could smack their head sideways against the drum.

... Goddamnit. Thanks. I'd almost stopped noticing the music again. [He rubs his temples with a sigh.] I feel like it'd be easier to adjust to the silence, honestly- they can hum or sing or fill the silence somehow. But there's no escaping the music here.

[Kirby skitters away for a moment, returning with a blanket that she drags behind her. She drapes it over the floor hole. There! All fixed!]