[ Eddie isnāt just vibing. Heās full on jamming out. He has a tape on that heās just uncovered--a little, obscure, new-to-him band that he just missed back in ā86 called Guns nā Roses. His seat is reclined and his guitar is in his hands (albeit not plugged in) as he attempts to mimic what the hell kind of magic this guitar player is making.
Of course he thinks heās alone. The doors are locked and the windows are up to keep out the increasingly chilly air, who could possibly approach without him knowing?
Wellā¦lucky for Jinu, Eddie tends to lean more into the flight side of fight or fight, especially when there are no broken bottles in the vicinity. And thatās why he shrieks. Itās loud enough and shrill enough to wake the dead, and all he can do is hug his guitar tighter until his fear clears enough for him to realize that he knows this person. ]
Jesus Christ!
[ The actualā¦appearing in the van without even having the open the door doesnāt really faze him. Heās used to weird, magical shit by this point, but that doesnāt mean he canāt be startledā¦ ]
[Eddie has the pleasure of being the first full-bellied laugh Jinu aims at some other poor soul in this city, probably. No look that Eddie gives him will make him feel bad for it, either; totally needed that burst of good fun. As he turns slightly to face Mr. Van Dweller in full, he looks unfazed, like he didn't just jumpscare the man on purpose.]
Why take the most boring route when you've got others?
[As he says it, he leans in to pop Eddie's current musical choice out of the tape deck.]
Anyway, quiet down and listen to this.
[So fucking rude of him. Just bursting into the van like he owns it. But as he removes one tape, he takes another from his jacket pocket ā slightly battered, but still working, he checked! ā and presses it into the player.
[ Itās really fucking rude of him! And so much is happening all at once, itās like a whirlwind has just stormed into his van. Eddie scrambles to retrieve his tape, only to be silence immediately as the new tape begins. ]
Wait. Shut up. Wait.
[ Jinu hadnāt even said anything, but Eddie is immediately locked in. He pauses, eyes narrowing as he strains to listen closer. Heās listened to enough Metallica to think he recognizes the guitar and drums by tone and style alone, but confirmation comes with the familiar, growling voice of James Hetfield.
Back home, heād devoured all three of Metallicaās studio albums, front to back, note by note. Their most recent had only come out about two weeks before he arrived here and heād already memorized it. Heās kind of an expert, and yet heās never heard this song. ]
Dude.
[ His eyes are enormous and heās obviously in complete and total awe. He obviously knew that he could find music here from beyond his own time, but new Metallica is kind of a special kind of magic to him. ]
[As Eddie steadily looks more stunned, Jinu's pleased grin continues to grow. He'd already listened through the album himself ā mostly to make sure the whole thing worked and he wasn't about to cut the guy's happiness short ā but he'll admit there are some songs that he wouldn't mind revisiting.]
Scavenging out beyond the anchor points.
It gets crazy out there, but there are some great finds if you're willing to deal with shifting landscapes and raiders.
[ He echoes the number in a soft, awed voice, like itās some far off inconceivable date and not a mere five years away from where he stands in the timeline. Not that heāll live to see it, but he isnāt aware of that event just yet so weāll just let him be happy with the Metallica music he wouldnāt get to hear otherwise. At least Jinu found this and vetted it first as opposed to their 2003 releaseā¦Eddie would have a true and proper meltdown.
Eddie isnāt exactly wiling to deal with shifting landscapes or raiders, but itās clear that he appreciates someone who is. He turns to Jinu with wide eyes, like he's just seen the face of god in this music and it looks kind of like Kirk Hammett. ]
[Seen: someone who has never been called a hero in his life, even jokingly. He knows it's just a bit of gratitude, which is also just as weird and foreign to him, so he waves it off with a scoff and an amused smile.]
Come on. Who else was I going to give it to?
If I kept it, my motel neighbors would have had us kicked out. [He motions to the tape deck.] Ah, there's a track in here I really like, though ā 'Nothing Else Matters', on the B Side? It's surprisingly sentimental for a band like this.
[He listened to the song... like twenty times on his tape player...
[ The thing is, Eddie isnāt totally joking. Heās maybe overreacting just a little, but when doesnāt he? When youāre Eddie Munson, every happening, no matter how minor, is made as huge and bombastic as possible. He does view Jinu with genuine admiration for braving the world beyond the anchor points and bringing this tape all the way back to him. ]
Hey, thereās gotta be at least one other metalhead in Panorama, dude. One even more charismatic and charming and more worthy of 1991 Metallica. But uh, wildly unlikely, I know.
[ He leans into Jinuās personal bubble briefly, grinning, then pulls back again. He may be right, but heās the only metalhead who has made it expressly known, soā¦he wins!
Then he tips his head, an almost knowing smile on his face. He obviously hasnāt listened to the tape beyond this one song yet, but he recognizes the words of a man who has clearly been playing a single song half to death. He knows what thatās like. Heās worn entire tapes out listening to a single track in the past, and he knows heād be kicked out of every motel room heās taken up residence in if he hadnāt opted to live out of his van instead. ]
Uh huh. And just how many times did you listen to it?
[He's mostly teasing, because he's pretty sure there's gotta be a couple of people like Eddie in the whole of Panorama; loud, bombastic rock music has its perks! He couldn't deny the energy could be just as infectious as pop, if it's in the right hands...
Uuuugh. Speaking of liking a little rock...
He winces, knowing full well a lie would be easily seen through.]
... Double digits. It would be a nice song to learn on a guitar, once I can afford one.
[ Eddie can sense heās being teased and sticks his tongue out in a positively fantastic show of maturity. Metalheads are kind of a dime a dozen, itās true, even if small town Indiana tries so desperately to quash them. But Eddie has yet to find any here, and for all he knows, theyāre a dying breed. ]
I knew it.
[ He practically cackles with glee knowing that Jinu has been gotten by the power of rock. Sure, he may be more of a pop guy, but itās nice to know that he has some expanded taste in there somewhere. ]
Iām sure Iāll listen to it twice as many times. But, uh, that acoustic you were playing at the rave wasnāt yours?
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satanicpanics) wrote2025-05-14 05:18 pm
LMAOOO bless u
Of course he thinks heās alone. The doors are locked and the windows are up to keep out the increasingly chilly air, who could possibly approach without him knowing?
Wellā¦lucky for Jinu, Eddie tends to lean more into the flight side of fight or fight, especially when there are no broken bottles in the vicinity. And thatās why he shrieks. Itās loud enough and shrill enough to wake the dead, and all he can do is hug his guitar tighter until his fear clears enough for him to realize that he knows this person. ]
Jesus Christ!
[ The actualā¦appearing in the van without even having the open the door doesnāt really faze him. Heās used to weird, magical shit by this point, but that doesnāt mean he canāt be startledā¦ ]
What the hell, dude?! Try knocking!
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Why take the most boring route when you've got others?
[As he says it, he leans in to pop Eddie's current musical choice out of the tape deck.]
Anyway, quiet down and listen to this.
[So fucking rude of him. Just bursting into the van like he owns it. But as he removes one tape, he takes another from his jacket pocket ā slightly battered, but still working, he checked! ā and presses it into the player.
What, what... what's that?
The sweet, sweet allure of building drums and guitar...
Enter the Sandman begins its dramatic entrance.]
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[ Itās really fucking rude of him! And so much is happening all at once, itās like a whirlwind has just stormed into his van. Eddie scrambles to retrieve his tape, only to be silence immediately as the new tape begins. ]
Wait. Shut up. Wait.
[ Jinu hadnāt even said anything, but Eddie is immediately locked in. He pauses, eyes narrowing as he strains to listen closer. Heās listened to enough Metallica to think he recognizes the guitar and drums by tone and style alone, but confirmation comes with the familiar, growling voice of James Hetfield.
Back home, heād devoured all three of Metallicaās studio albums, front to back, note by note. Their most recent had only come out about two weeks before he arrived here and heād already memorized it. Heās kind of an expert, and yet heās never heard this song. ]
Dude.
[ His eyes are enormous and heās obviously in complete and total awe. He obviously knew that he could find music here from beyond his own time, but new Metallica is kind of a special kind of magic to him. ]
This--where did you find this?
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Scavenging out beyond the anchor points.
It gets crazy out there, but there are some great finds if you're willing to deal with shifting landscapes and raiders.
This one said 1991.
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[ He echoes the number in a soft, awed voice, like itās some far off inconceivable date and not a mere five years away from where he stands in the timeline. Not that heāll live to see it, but he isnāt aware of that event just yet so weāll just let him be happy with the Metallica music he wouldnāt get to hear otherwise. At least Jinu found this and vetted it first as opposed to their 2003 releaseā¦Eddie would have a true and proper meltdown.
Eddie isnāt exactly wiling to deal with shifting landscapes or raiders, but itās clear that he appreciates someone who is. He turns to Jinu with wide eyes, like he's just seen the face of god in this music and it looks kind of like Kirk Hammett. ]
Youāre my hero, dude.
1/2
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Come on. Who else was I going to give it to?
If I kept it, my motel neighbors would have had us kicked out. [He motions to the tape deck.] Ah, there's a track in here I really like, though ā 'Nothing Else Matters', on the B Side? It's surprisingly sentimental for a band like this.
[He listened to the song... like twenty times on his tape player...
But it's whatever.]
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Hey, thereās gotta be at least one other metalhead in Panorama, dude. One even more charismatic and charming and more worthy of 1991 Metallica. But uh, wildly unlikely, I know.
[ He leans into Jinuās personal bubble briefly, grinning, then pulls back again. He may be right, but heās the only metalhead who has made it expressly known, soā¦he wins!
Then he tips his head, an almost knowing smile on his face. He obviously hasnāt listened to the tape beyond this one song yet, but he recognizes the words of a man who has clearly been playing a single song half to death. He knows what thatās like. Heās worn entire tapes out listening to a single track in the past, and he knows heād be kicked out of every motel room heās taken up residence in if he hadnāt opted to live out of his van instead. ]
Uh huh. And just how many times did you listen to it?
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[He's mostly teasing, because he's pretty sure there's gotta be a couple of people like Eddie in the whole of Panorama; loud, bombastic rock music has its perks! He couldn't deny the energy could be just as infectious as pop, if it's in the right hands...
Uuuugh. Speaking of liking a little rock...
He winces, knowing full well a lie would be easily seen through.]
... Double digits. It would be a nice song to learn on a guitar, once I can afford one.
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I knew it.
[ He practically cackles with glee knowing that Jinu has been gotten by the power of rock. Sure, he may be more of a pop guy, but itās nice to know that he has some expanded taste in there somewhere. ]
Iām sure Iāll listen to it twice as many times. But, uh, that acoustic you were playing at the rave wasnāt yours?
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The power of rock prevails.
But ah-]
No, it belonged to one of the other people working there.
I'll try to budget for one, though. Someday. My roommate knows how to play.