006 ✽ Get Down

[giglio_madonna]

Who: As many people in Virgo HQ as Luce can grab
What: The best way to get to know new people is over breakfast, didn't you know?
When: A nice cheery morning a vague time in January after everyone's newbies have met their band
Where: The Flower Over Bones penthouse
Warnings: None planned! Feel free to treat this as a mingle log

The first month Luce arrived at Virgo HQ, she didn't waste any time before establishing some sort of lunch everyone could get together at. As January drags on, it's something she finds herself thinking about as new faces fill up the gaps where she had known others.

It's part of the reasons why, one early morning, she can be found bustling to all the other band penthouses to deliver a simple invitation she makes sure everyone gets to hear: a breakfast taking place in the FoB house for all Virgo musicians.

FoB penthouse looks like a lot of the other bands, with some clutter here and there that fits its inhabitants including a small dartboard with various articles about the members pinned there with shuriken. The television is playing what seems to be an early day sci-fi movie marathon and there's already a pretty impressive spread of pancakes, waffles, french toast, and various cut up fruit for people to dig into.

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Doctor (Flowers Over Bones) OTA

[trustme]

A

Luce's co-lead is in on the cooking action at the start of the event. Doctor darts between the counter and stove, prepping ingredients, throwing them into pans, and serving up the final results.

"Does any one want a pancake in a specific shape?" he asks as the newest arrivals arrive.

B

Even at a relaxing breakfast music is on Doctor's mind. After he finishes eating he disappears into his bedroom for a moment to fetch and instrument. Instead of his regular cello, he returns with an accordion in his arms and he starts playing some light-hearted tunes between and at times during conversations.

A

[sayonaramemories]

He pokes in just for a moment, checking that this kitchen is at least clean enough to eat food from. One he's satisfied he'll answer. "You can do shapes? What about a flower?"

[trustme]

"It's not that hard when you have the right tools," Doctor explains, waving a batter-filled condiments bottle in his hand. "What sort of flower would you like?"

[sayonaramemories]

"A poinsettia, if you can do that." He'll pull out his phone and show a picture of his favorite flower.

[trustme]

"One poinsettia pancake coming up!" Doctor wouldn't be offering wild shapes if he wasn't confident in his skill. He had recently discovered he could draw- strange seeing as he spent hours playing music instead of sketching but still cool. Mixing art with food makes it even better in his opinion.

A few minutes later after some concise batter drawing with the condiments bottle, and a few flips of the pancake, he presents a pancake that indeed, looks very much like a poinsettia, accompanied by some ornate heart pancakes for good measure.

A

[sailorgenerous]

"Oh!" Rarity can't say she's expecting the offer, but it's not unwanted. "Certainly, if you don't mind. Something nice, please."

[trustme]

"Let me see what I can do..." He doesn't know Rarities interests yet but no one can mistake her chic feminine fashion and demuer. Doctor starts by drawing hearts in batter on the pan and decorates them with lacy shapes and swirls.

"Enjoy," he says with a smile and a nod as he slides a plate of pancakes to her a few minutes later. "I'm Doctor by the way, Luce's co-lead for Flowers Over Bones."

[sailorgenerous]

"Oh!" The pancakes are beautiful - Rarity hadn't known you could turn batter into art, but evidently she'd learned something new today. "These are lovely - thank you!" She gives him a bright smile and returns the introduction. "I'm Alana, though my fans call me Rarity. I'm vocals and electric violin for Defying Atmosphere, and I think I have just the thing for these."

She takes the plate over to the fruit spread and returns a few minutes later. Strawberries and whipped cream have been sparingly but artfully arranged around the pancakes, and she's drizzled raspberry syrup carefully over the hearts. "There! Perfect." Definitely Instagram-worthy. She takes a photo, considers it, rotates the plate slightly, takes another one, and nods in approval, turning her phone for the Doctor to view it. "Would you like to be tagged in this?"

[trustme]

"Wonderful to meet you Rarity! Oh! I'd be honored to be tagged in that photo. Your fruity additions make those pancakes look even better! Joint project by Doctor and Rarity. If we don't succeed in music maybe there's a place in food for us," he says with a chuckle.

[sailorgenerous]

"For you, maybe," Rarity laughs, skipping the filters - because art doesn't need a filter - and posting the photo with the caption 'Breakfast at Virgo, courtesy of @cellosarecool'. "I'm much more into the aesthetic side of things."

[trustme]

"I see you have a talent for that! When Defying Atmosphere reaches the top of the charts with the seniors from Virgo they should go to you to launch a Rarity signature line of products. Interior design, accessories, or maybe even perfume? Something cool!"

B

[off_the_edge]

"Is that an accordion? He has an accordion?" Cloud says, under his breath, his forkful of savoury pancake stopping halfway to his mouth in a private moment of despair. It seemed to him to be far too early for accordions. Most times were far too early for accordions.

He waits until the tune is finished and claps in a way that is deliberately too slow.

"That's great," he says, raising his voice a little, "please don't do it again."

[trustme]

Cloud is far from the first person to scoff at the accordion. Doctor doesn't blink an eye.

"All right. I won't," he says simply and begins to play a different tune. This one more advanced and dramatic than the happy tune he was playing a moment ago. The accordion arguably sounds almost like an organ when playing such tune.

[off_the_edge]

Cloud sighs, elbows on the table, and wipes his face with a hand before getting back to eating. It's still not silence, but at least it's decently funereal for a morning after a night of insomniac worrying and disturbing dreams.

"Thanks," he says, willing to accept the compromise - even smiling, like he'd never been rude before. "The pancakes aren't bad, by the way."

[trustme]

"Luce wouldn't have invited all of Virgo to come eat breakfast if our pancakes were bad," Doctor laughs. "The kitchen in this penthouse is used often and very lovingly."

He rattles his brain and places Cloud's face. "Nuclear Parliament's new pianist, right?"

[off_the_edge]

"And other things," Cloud adds, quickly. "I mean, I'm on keys now but I can do it all, really. I'm a former member of S⭐O⭐L⭐D⭐I⭐E⭐R, I don't know if you've ever heard of 'em." Most people hadn't. "I'm just amazed anyone here knows how to cook. Because I've never been able to."

[trustme]

"I'm afraid I haven't. What genre was that band?" Doctor asks. Clearly not polka with that disdain towards the accordion.

"Luce cooks and bakes when she's stressed, and I learned to cook from my parents. They weren't half bad it turns out. I didn't know the difference until I started living with the band. I ate their cooking all the time after all. Thankfully Pao-Lin has a healthy appetite so none of it goes to waste."

If Cloud has heard rumors about Flowers Over Bones having a young hungry girl in their ranks, it's very true. Not the food competition eating part though.

[off_the_edge]

"We liked to switch it up," Cloud says, unable to remember what it had been described as, as if the piece of information wasn't there. "I guess indie-pop, since I wrote a lot of the songs. Of course, our frontman took all the credit, because that's showbiz."

He squirms a little under Doctor's eyes. Cloud wasn't without a certain amount of personal presence of his own, but this man seems to be the type who could see a little further than most. He grabs at his elbow with his other hand, a little defensive.

"Let me have a go on it," Cloud says, gesturing towards the accordion - he's never played one before, but it's his best stab at impressing him.

A.) Room for one more?

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"A three point polygon on a semi two-dimensional plane!"

[...Yes. a triangle. The Doctor may not have even been addressing Bill Cipher initially, but the Illuminati saxiphone player invites himself into the conversation anyway. He flashes a quick smile.]

"You're Flower over Bones, Doctor, right? Nice pad you got here."

There's always room for one more!

[trustme]

[ Doctor returns the smile. This fellow seems enthusiastic- perhaps enthusiastic in a similar manner to himself? ]

Yes, thank you! You're the saxophonist from Vandalism in Progress- Bill isn't it?

[ Doctor starts up that triangle pancake and uses the batter to draw in a bow tie on it for kicks. ]

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[In a very similar manner, in fact; it must have something to do with practically being older than time itself.]

"That's right; Bill Cipher! You're a smart cookie, Doc."

[He would shake your hand, but yours are obviously preoccupied doing something. Bill's eye lights up at the little extra addition Doctor added to his pancake, he laughs.]

"And it looks like you've got good taste to boot!"

[trustme]

Thanks! The same goes for you. [ Doctor flips the pancake another couple times then serves it up, sliding the plate across the counter to Bill. ] Don't let the fashion critics ever discourage you- bow ties are always cool and always in.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"Damn straight! Oo- speaking of good taste-"

[Bill wastes no time diving into the batter-made good, taking up his own small corner of the counter-space rather than leaving. This conversations just a little too interesting to go meandering off just yet. He grins, twirling a forkful.]

"So! You and Luce are both co-lead right? You and the Holy Mother of Bass must go way back?"

[trustme]

"Yes. We've been working together for a while now. We don't actually go as far back as you might think though. Despite the rumors I found her at the convent where she would have become a nun, we really met at about the same time we became acquainted with the rest of the band. It's only been a couple years."

[ Doctor sets the spatula aside for the time and turns off the stove. He deserved a break after all that pancake art, and he starts by helping himself to a glass of orange juice. ]

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"Hehe convent huh? That where she got her whole 'holy mother of bass' shtick? I could see it."

Bill chuckles, having to swallow his remaining pancake down before he finished speaking-- though not for lack of trying.

"Yeah, can't say I knew much of ViP before I shacked up with Virgo's establishment either. We only met a few weeks, shortly before this little incident--"

He taps his eye-patch emphatically.

"Anyway! Right or hilaaariously wrong, you have to hand it to the tabloids and their creativity for what they don't know."