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interstellar55552015-10-08 09:06 am
twoscompany) wrote in interstellar55552015-10-08 09:06 am
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Love is
Who: Garnet, Pride members, OPEN
What: Garnet is trying to write a song based on her memory regain. It works as well as you'd expect.
When: The week after the party
Where: The Cosmic Indulgence penthouse/Pride studios (Pride members only), out and about in the city (OPEN)
Warnings: An annoyed keytar mom
Pride Penthouse/Tower
[She had an idea. Even if it made no sense and filled her with worry and confusion and fear. The feelings she'd felt - continued to feel - about the visions she had of those two people she kept seeing in her mind, her thoughts, her dreams...it would make a great single. Maybe even the greatest song she ever wrote. It could be a dancing song. She could feel it in her bones that it is the right thing to do, to write about what she had experienced.
Yet when she tries? Nothing comes out. Nothing can be put on paper. As the week goes by, the wastebaskets all over become more noticeably full with crumpled paper and pens having run out of ink. And coffee cups. Lots and lots of coffee cups. Garnet, meanwhile, becomes more and more grumpy as the week progresses. And what to show for it?
Its frustrating. Its as if what she's thinking is...indecipherable for song. Inconceivable. Unacceptable. Music is what she does, so why can't she do this?]
Out and About
[She needs some air. So she goes to get some. Maybe she's walking around the town, maybe she's sitting at a cafe, or on a park bench with a notepad. But she's around, and on occasion there's a paparazzi trying to sneak and get a picture of her. She definitely seems intense. Moreso than usual.
Probably a good reason to go bother her, right?]
What: Garnet is trying to write a song based on her memory regain. It works as well as you'd expect.
When: The week after the party
Where: The Cosmic Indulgence penthouse/Pride studios (Pride members only), out and about in the city (OPEN)
Warnings: An annoyed keytar mom
Pride Penthouse/Tower
[She had an idea. Even if it made no sense and filled her with worry and confusion and fear. The feelings she'd felt - continued to feel - about the visions she had of those two people she kept seeing in her mind, her thoughts, her dreams...it would make a great single. Maybe even the greatest song she ever wrote. It could be a dancing song. She could feel it in her bones that it is the right thing to do, to write about what she had experienced.
Yet when she tries? Nothing comes out. Nothing can be put on paper. As the week goes by, the wastebaskets all over become more noticeably full with crumpled paper and pens having run out of ink. And coffee cups. Lots and lots of coffee cups. Garnet, meanwhile, becomes more and more grumpy as the week progresses. And what to show for it?
Its frustrating. Its as if what she's thinking is...indecipherable for song. Inconceivable. Unacceptable. Music is what she does, so why can't she do this?]
Out and About
[She needs some air. So she goes to get some. Maybe she's walking around the town, maybe she's sitting at a cafe, or on a park bench with a notepad. But she's around, and on occasion there's a paparazzi trying to sneak and get a picture of her. She definitely seems intense. Moreso than usual.
Probably a good reason to go bother her, right?]
HQ
[It was hard not to notice Garnet's gusto for her project. She had throw herself into work much more than her usual standards would have dictated, and her irritability and frustration was starting to affect the atmosphere in Cosmic Indulgence's penthouse.
Such a sight was rare-- and difficult to bear.
Approaching quietly on his bare feet, he gently padded across the carpet and delicately touched a cold can of soda against the back of her neck.
If anything would get her attention, that would.]
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The next, cold on the back of her neck, and she's up and leaping off of the bench, grabbing at her neck.]
The hell-!?
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Abusing the piano won't make it flow any easier.
[The words were stated in an unnervingly level tone-- as if her startle responce hadn't surprised him in the least. Popping the can open, he offered it to her.]
It's just Pepsi. Take a break for a minute-- it might help.
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[Calm. Keep calm. Garnet stops, shutting her eyes and taking a breath, before taking the can. A bit roughly.]
...Sorry.
[Thankfully, she realizes that its a bit much.]
I don't know if anything's going to help right now, Rin.
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[He leaned against the back of a nearby chair, not at all bothered by Garnet's frustrated reply. It wasn't as if her action's weren't entirely uncalled for either; he had set out to get her attention.]
How about you play what you have for me? Maybe we can work it out together.
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[She guzzles a good part of the can down.]
Every time I try, it doesn't come. Like it doesn't want to. A block.
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Perhaps you're thinking too much about it?
[He knew this problem all too well-- the frustration of having a piece of art that can't be realized by conventional means.]
Maybe you should try to sit with the feeling for a while, and get to know it. Something will come if you give it time.
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[Her fists clench.
What happened several days ago--]It feels...right. But wrong. Its the wrong that's keeping me from getting it down. From even expressing it at all. Even though I feel like I want to express it.
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[There was an intensity there that was uncommon to see in the normally collected woman. Koumei regarded her, brows furrowed in concern while he listened to her words. Several days...
The only strange occurance during that period was the strangeness of the award ceremony. His heart tightened in his chest-- he had hoped that Garnet wouldn't be affected by it.]
Maybe.....maybe music isn't the right way to express it, [he murmured, thinking back to his own worrying encounter at the party. He had been trying to ignore it, but he knew in his gut that music wouldn't help him with that battle.]
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[Its ingrained in her. Music is how you do it. Yet how in the world is she able to not...express this?]
We're makers of music, aren't we?
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We are, but...
[He lifted a hand, scratching at the base of his heavy ponytail uncertainly.]
...It feels like something that the notes aren't strong enough for, doesn't it?
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It does. I hate it.
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[The look in her eyes was reminiscent of that of a small child who was lost in the world. It was unsettling-- and frightening to even consider.]
...I do, too. [He murmured, dropping his gaze down to the piano nearby.]
Maybe we should have a drink and talk about it? I've got something stashed away in my room, if you think that will help.
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[You kids and your secret stashes. She doesn't go out of her way to sniff them out, but they do get a frown when its clear her band mates have been hitting it a bit hard.
...]
Lead the way.
[Any port in a GRRRRGH storm, at this point.]
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You know I don't indulge much...but there are times...
[With a tip of his head in the direction of his room, he led the way. Though it was clear upon entry that Koumei hadn't picked up his scattered mess of papers, gaming devices, and clothes since the last time the cleaning staff had come in, the meticulous order that he kept his affairs in was plain. Though there were piles everywhere, there was clearly a method behind his thought processes.
All it took was a peek in one of the drawers for Koumei to pull out an unopened bottle of wine and a couple of clean glasses.]
It's nothing special, [he admitted, cracking the top and pouring a generous portion for the both of them,] but it might help you think a little.
[Handing off the glass to Garnet with a sympathetic look, Koumei set to work at clearing the piles off his unmade bed so that his bandmate could have a seat.]
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She takes a sip, and....
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I can see why you wouldn't indulge much.
[HOW DOES ANYONE DRINK THIS]
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[He found himself chuckling despite the mood-- Garnet's words were as smooth as ever, but the expression on her face indicated her every emotion in regards to the drink.]
I've heard it said that people don't drink because they enjoy it, [Koumei replied, taking a sip of the drink himself. It was a little too sweet for his tastes.]
Besides. I don't like mixing downers with my energy drinks.
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[Another baby sip. Its like sucking on a radioactive lemon that's been set on fire. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew-]
Wouldn't be a good idea to mix those types of chemicals, anyhow. It could do a number if you had too much of it.
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...You don't need to drink if you don't want to.
[Her displeasure in the drink was obvious, even to someone as seemingly oblivious as him.]
But I still advise that you take a break. Sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees.
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[She can always put water in it...]
But...I can't. I simply can't.
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[He recognized that feeling, and had seen it in himself. Taking another sip of the wine, he mulled over Garnet's words and his own recollections...]
Then talk to me. What's the best way to describe it for you?
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No, she can describe it, it just makes no sense. And its frustrating because at the same time, it does. But doesn't-]
I think...its love. No.
Its love, definitely.
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[There was no doubting the look of sincerity in her eyes...]
What does this...this sense of love make you want to do?
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[She struggles to find just what she wants to say. Finally, she brings a hand to her forehead, gulping down another sip of the drink.]
I can't describe-damnit.
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Then....don't try to use words, [he ventured, his voice quiet.] Just do it.
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