[ The inside of the store is just plastic cases lining the walls and the rows upon rows of waist-high shelves; or would have, she figures, if the building hadn't been abandoned. What a sight that must have been, to have so much music that they could fill multiple stores worth of it. The future(?) knows no bounds.
But before she knows it — there's a pair of headphones in her hands. She blinks, eyebrows pinching together, the motion awkward and stilted as she puts them over her head, the pads over her ears. ( Now playing: Can You Feel the Love Tonight by Elton John. ) ]
Oh. [ Of course it plays music; what else is it going to do? And yet she's surprised anyway, the frown only growing for a moment longer, before—
She laughs. It's mostly air, bordering on hysterical despite how quiet it it is. ] ... Does it— I don't— [ She's already gotten the "there aren't people inside radios and televisions" rundown, so she knows it's not that. It doesn't make the whole experience any less wondrous. Her mouth opens and closes a few more times before she gives up on the words entirely to listen to the rest of the song. She has to resist the urge to close her eyes to really listen.
Except ... the song ends, there's a beat of silence, and she visibly jumps the CD skips back to the start and goes right to Circle of Life. She pulls the headphones off her ears to ask— ] It keeps going?
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But before she knows it — there's a pair of headphones in her hands. She blinks, eyebrows pinching together, the motion awkward and stilted as she puts them over her head, the pads over her ears. ( Now playing: Can You Feel the Love Tonight by Elton John. ) ]
Oh. [ Of course it plays music; what else is it going to do? And yet she's surprised anyway, the frown only growing for a moment longer, before—
She laughs. It's mostly air, bordering on hysterical despite how quiet it it is. ] ... Does it— I don't— [ She's already gotten the "there aren't people inside radios and televisions" rundown, so she knows it's not that. It doesn't make the whole experience any less wondrous. Her mouth opens and closes a few more times before she gives up on the words entirely to listen to the rest of the song. She has to resist the urge to close her eyes to really listen.
Except ... the song ends, there's a beat of silence, and she visibly jumps the CD skips back to the start and goes right to Circle of Life. She pulls the headphones off her ears to ask— ] It keeps going?