[The first thing you notice is that the video feed is shaking slightly. It's mostly pointed up towards the ceiling, but you can see Dave's back as he seems to be hunched over something at his desk. There's a crap ton of wire taped over the ceiling of his bed and area, photos being hung with clothespins fro them. Generally speaking, it seems that Dave has settled into his dorm, and it's starting to get a little messy. Hopefully no one in his dorm minds that his shelves are covered with, what looks to be, some dead animals preserved strangely. There's a few bugs encased in tree sap and he even has a jar with...well you aren't sure what it is from the video feed.
The next thing you know is that there's some music playing. It isn't anything that the locals are playing at the little post dungeon party, but something you'd hear at a club. Dave is swaying back and forth to the music, his foot tapping to the beat and his head bobbing slightly. He finally pulls the headphones off his ears, so they can rest around his neck. Dave gets up from his seat and makes his way over, turning off the feed. A minute or two later though, there's some text.]
that
my friends
is how music should be done
[If you live in the Black dorms, you might notice your walls are shaking and constantly hearing his music. Well, sucks to be you. It doesn't seem like he's stopping anytime soon.]
[Failed Private Lock to Jade Harley, John Egbert, and Rose Lalonde.]
lets go swimming
oh gdi
that was supposed to be private
fuck
hnrghhhhh
ok
cool
swimming
yeah
lets do this
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