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[ringen]

[ Lovely evening to you all, imPorts. Tonight, you shall be treated to a video feed shot by the hand of someone who is clearly A) entirely new to this whole "communicator" and "talking with videos" business, with the way she holds the damned thing a little clumsily and the unfamiliarity of having to point a camera at oneself, B) slightly inebriated, as evidenced by the glass of something she holds in her other hand, C) having a pretty good time in her living room, or D) All of the Above.

(The answer is, it's always All of the Above.)

The feed opens with the dulcet tones of "My Boyfriend's Back" by The Angels blaring in the background, and a woman wearing sunglasses moving as though she's dancing to the beat a little bit while holding the communicator. It's only after a laugh that she finally speaks, her thick German accent coming through: ]

I won't bore you all with more introductions and confusion. I'm settling in just fine.

[ Yeah, we all see that, Gaby. ]

I just have one question. I have been spending a lot of time catching up on what the music of the next fifty years have to offer, and...

[ Setting her glass down on the nearest surface, she then reaches over to a radio and switches it over. This song is playing, and Gaby lifts her sunglasses up from her eyes, letting them rest atop her head as she squints and looks like she's waiting for a very specific part. When the awaited line comes on, she hooks her thumb, pointing it at the radio. ]

"Dumps like a truck, truck, truck." What does that mean?

(( ooc: East Berliner from 1963 vs. The Thong Song. What will the outcome be? Maurtia Falls 001 has free reign to go straight to action! ))

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[ursawhiner]

[Dipper doesn't spend much time at Maurtia Falls 001, but when he does things tend to... happen. Like loud inappropriate music. He peeks out into the living room, prepared to be a little annoyed and is surprised to find a pretty lady.]

Hey, uh... hi? Hello? I'm Dipper?

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[ Oh, dear. Gaby nearly forgot about... roommates. And such. And hadn't realized she could very well be rooming with younger folk which, as it turns out, is the very case. His peeking out into the room seems to catch her a little by surprise, and her hand flies to the knob on the radio to turn that terrible, terrible song down. ]

--Well, hello there. I'm Gaby.

Is the music bothering you?

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[brushoff]

[ 1960s! Music! Pretty ladies! Oh man, this is Dorian's jam. He's sitting on a couch, leaning back, guitar in his hands. He plays the opening guitar riff of a Yardbirds song, grinning at the camera all the while. ]

It means she has a phenomenal ass.

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[ringen]

[ She watches him play with an unveiled amusement -- she's impressed, especially with the song selection, sure, but this man on the other end of the... whatever this is (technology?!) seems just a tad cheeky. ]

Aha. And why not just say that? "Dumps like a truck" doesn't sound poetic at all.

[ A beat. ] Rather impressive with that guitar, aren't you?

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[unwiseheart]

[ Instant communication with hundreds of people and this is how she uses it...? Anyway, here's Gaby's daily dose of sardonic Russian, even if it isn't the one she's used to. ]

Something offensive, I think.

[ Meanwhile, Nicolas is a year behind that song, but he's having a sixth sense about this. ]

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[ it's you ]

That much I can figure. I've just learned it means "phenomenal ass."

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[orions_shadow]

That music is awful...

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[ringen]

I think I agree with you there. How do people nowadays dance, to music like this?

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[nostalgiabomb]

No comment on the dump truck or-- whatever the hell that song was, but--

[ get it. "but." butt. thONGS. THIS COMEDY DOESN'T WRITE ITSELF PEOPLE. ]

If by "fifty years" you mean from, like, the '60s to now, then make a point to get a sampling of Boston, Hall & Oates, Electric Light Orchestra, Michael Jackson, Fleetwood Mac, and Earth, Wind & Fire,

You'll thank me later.

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[ you tried, Peter Quill. Either way, she audibly whistles at all of these suggestions being thrown at her all at once jeez. ]

And what if I don't? That's quite a list you've given me. There's no guarantee I'll like all of them.

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[rideme]

... Pretty sure it's talking about the kind of underthings that floss between your ass cracks.

Aside from that, no fucking clue.

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[ringen]

[ she nearly spits her drink back into her glass. whaaaaaaaaaat is she even looking at right now. Gaby tries her hardest to conceal the confusion from her expression, but it's not quite working. ]

... Well, apparently, "dumps" are supposed to mean someone's ass. And now I know what thongs are too. Thank you.

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[timeframes]

As a certified musical fuckin' genius with a degree in the Most Righteous Noise and a minor in Illinest studies, pretty much the only guy so far qualified to answer this question: The dump truck imagery gives you two advantages, gets across the point of it being large, and introduces a mildly humorous joke about haha, ass. Dump. Get it? It's the 90s you can't expect too much in the way of sick wordplay, all the easy shit was still unclaimed.

But basically he's saying her ass is bangin' but also big. That's some freakin' nuance right there.

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[ringen]

Interesting... I hadn't thought about the "dump" bit. Although if you ask me, there are plenty of nicer larger cars to compare someone's ass to, instead of a dump truck.

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[andaway]

[Knock knock knock on the door. Sorry to interrupt your little party, Gaby.]

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[ She turns on the ball of her heel, thankfully leaving her drink on the table lest Clark's first impression of her be the worst, and trudges on over to the door, opening it rather quickly. ]

Yes?

[ Ah, yes. Gaby needed another giant in her life, and here is one now. ]

[instars]

It refers to a large ass.

[ringen]

By far the most straightforward and neutral answer I've gotten to my question. Thank you.

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[justimprobable]

[Clara has to smile. She's met quite a few people so far who've been baffled by the many aspects of modern life, but this is certainly a new one. And she's not denying, the girl in the video is a bit adorable. She makes a quick decision to pipe up and talk to her.]

I'm sure you've gotten your answer already, with a song that iconic. How're you finding the culture shock?

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[ringen]

[ Oh, believe her, she is quite baffled, but she's doing a rather good job of appearing well-adjusted. ]

I have gotten my answer, thank you. I'm finding some things aren't so different in some ways...

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[viced]

Well, uh, I think you got the answer for the shit music question, but --

Are you sure you're okay? [ Anyone who's drinking, well, he can't blame them, but that doesn't seem like OK to him. ]

You from a different period in time, or something?

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[ringen]

I did get the answer. It was quite riveting, even.

[ To his question, she just gives a hearty laugh. She's just slightly tipsy and having a good time, okay! ]

I'm fine. And also, from 1963, to be precise.

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[tardily]

You've already got the answer, but— beyond that, I'm sorry for what we as a world came up with around the turn of the century.

[ Says the man who listens to Lady Gaga unironically and has sung that song at least once in his life with minimal shame. ]

Is that the farthest you've gotten?

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Oh no, there's no need to apologize. I find it all quite fascinating.

[ said un-ironically, and complete with a sip of her drink before she goes on, ]

I've been jumping around the timeline, so to speak. I've gotten quite a few suggestions from people.

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[americanhustle]

[ Napoleon arrives back Maurita Fall 001 relatively late, and he's surprised to hear music when he pulls his key from his pocket. Generally when he arrives home he's alone, or anyone there is already asleep.

Pushing the door open, his surprise at the sight is impossible to hide. He speaks loudly over the music. ]

Gaby? Is that you?

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[ Cue the imaginary record scratch sound. Imaginary, because sadly, The Thong Song continues to play. Gaby, meanwhile, pauses in her dancing, although she's taken her glass into her hand once more, and she flashes Napoleon a grin. ]

That's right, it's me. Fancy meeting you here, Solo.