interstellar5555 | but you don’t get a win unless you play in the game

Who: surviving friday & OPEN
What: band shenanigans & etc.
When: day(s) after the gala event!!
Where: virgo penthouse and everywhere in the city (open)!
Warnings: n/a, will update if necessary

VIRGO PENTHOUSE;

[ Bleary-eyed and impossibly groggy, Aoba emerges sometime around late morning from his bedroom in the penthouse. He immediately beelines for the kitchen, yawning as he fusses with the ridiculously complicated coffee maker. How many buttons does a guy have to do to get a cup of joe around here? Sure, he could down to one of the cafes for some coffee, but that requires getting dressed and looking presentable.

Aoba is not either of those things after he's just rolled out of bed. In fact, it's nothing short of a minor miracle that he's even coherent and manages to mumble out a greeting. ]

G'morning... what'd I miss?

[ Hopefully he isn't about to be late for anything. ]

OPEN- OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN & TOWARDS THE DOWNTOWN CORE;

[ Instead of contenting himself with the rehearsal areas, Aoba's decided to kill two birds with one stone. With his guitar case stowed over his back and sporting a pair of oversized sunglasses, he hits the streets.

Find him in a trendy cafe, tucked away in a corner and scrawling in a notebook while plucking out the notes on his guitar, or bump into him in one of the many parks scattered around the city-- wherever he is, he's humming and looks relaxed for the most part. Whoever said you can't mix pleasure and work was oh-so-wrong.

Alternately, follow the buzz of the crowd to an open square, where Aoba's decided to kick things up a notch. The low thrum of his guitar accompanies his voice, which alternately soars and croons to the gathering in front of him. If he happens to spot you, he'll beckon you over. Join him for a duet, or maybe even a battle of the ~~bands~~ vocalists.

Is this a sanctioned by management? Probably not, but he figures his manager will let it slide provided it doesn't get too out of hand. ]

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I do not own a cat!

[In a flurry of crazy blond hair, oversized (then again most everything looked huge on Ankh) sweats and early morning grump, the guitarist flings himself into the nearest chair and somehow manages not to knock it or himself over. Within a minute of his arrival there was a cat, stalking after him but he doesn't notice it but instead is jabbing his hand in Ryouta's direction.]

He took pictures!

[And denying everything, the cat decides to jump on Ankh's lap, who looks down at it and groans.] It won't leave me alone.

I did!

[he's beaming at Ankh and reaches over to pet the cat between the ears]

And you do. He adopted you. It's done.

Besides, I think he'd look good on the cover of our next album. The secret sixth member of the band.

[Why does that seem familiar? Again, those blue eyes flutter into his mind.]

[ Whoah, what the hell? Give Aoba a couple seconds to try and process everything that happened in the last few minutes.

Staring at the cat, he looks between Kise, Ankh, and then back to the cat. Is he still asleep? ]

Uhm, hang on. One-- is that a real cat? And two: where the hell did it come from?

Yes it's a real cat, and how the hell do I know? I woke up with Ryouta taking pictures and this thing under my arm!

[Said cat, just settles in and looks at the humans around it with calm golden eyes of an animal that is going to wait out all the fuss and bother until food is presented. Ankh just looks like he was going to continue his grumping.]

Who let it in the apartment anyways?

Maybe you shouldn't be sleeping on the balcony.

[He does pause to think]

How'd a cat get all the way up here? It must have climbed.

[He looks back at Ankh] You should take him to the vet.

You were sleeping on the balcony? This high up?

[ He isn't scared of heights, but sometimes just looking down from the balcony could give him vertigo. Forget relaxing enough to sleep on it. ]

Wait, wait, we're keeping the cat? I mean, he seems pretty attached to Ankh, but...

It's not that far up.

[Ankh likes heights. He always gravitates to heights no matter how minimum the offered protection to said heights. He really didn't fear them, even if it would be so easy to push him off when he was snoring away.]

It felt stuffy in my room anyways.

[He looked down at the cat. The cat looked up and, with the assurance of felines every where, batted at the closest bit of Ankh in reach, which just so happened to be his hand. Ankh squeaked.]

I don't want a cat!

I don't think we can get rid of him. He loves you!

[he might be a little teary eyed. It's just so adorable. The kitty loves the Ankh]

What should his name be? I know! Ankh Jr.

It's pretty far up. [ But to each their own.

The back and forth ping pong of Kise and Ankh's argument over the cat's nearly too much for him to follow. Sighing, he takes another sip of his coffee. ]

I'm more of a dog person, but if you guys really wanna keep it, go ahead. [ A pause. ] Ankh Jr.'s cute! Or maybe An-chan?

It's Kazari.

[No idea where the name came from but Ankh is still sleepy, he has a cat on his lap that is gnawing on his fingers and there is not a piece of ice cream in sight. It was turning out to be one of the worse days sober he has had in a long time.]

No way will I ever give my name to a cat.

Kazari, huh?

[Kise mulls it over, then nods]

Kazari works for me. [He stands and stretches] We should take him to a vet to make sure he's okay. And probably we should check with Yama if it's okay to keep him.

[ Cheer up Ankh, maybe if he asks nicely, one of the chefs will bring him a nice tub or two of ice cream. ]

Kazari it is! I can call and see if a vet around here has time to squeeze us in.

[ Whenever they also have time to squeeze in a visit to the vet too. ] And yeah, better double check with him.

Eh, we have some time off between the photoshoot and the practice session. Let's just see if we can squeeze a quick visit then.

[Because a vet visit won't be long enough to hassle the manager. The cat was healthy and didn't look like it had any problems so it probably didn't need any real work.]

[Kise's eyes went wide] I can't believe I forgot about the photo shoot!

I'll call Yama while I look for Kaworu and Momo.

Oh right, I almost forgot about that.

[ How is this band going to survive when they can't even remember half the stuff they're going to do? Maybe they should get one of those tacky schedule whiteboards for the fridge.

Yawning behind his hand, Aoba polishes off the rest of his coffee. ]

Okay, we've got this covered. I'm gonna go get ready, so I'll see you guys in a bit.

[Oh good. It looked like Ankh was going to be the one that remembers important shit in this band. It wasn't like he had other things to worry about, like the cat that suddenly decided to try to get under his shirt.]

We'll get made up there, so just make sure you're passing the okay mark.

--OW hey!

[And here he was trying to fight with a cat that wants to steal his shirt. Ignore him.]

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