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interstellar55552016-02-16 01:30 pm
twoscompany) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-16 01:30 pm
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LOOKING FOR SOMEONE
Who: Garnet, Koumei, Molly, Pinkie, Greg, and Jamie
What: Where Are They Now? The Scoobies Come Together!
When: February 19th
Where: A club booth/Lesedi and Edward's offices later
Warnings: The characters in this log will be getting in trouble with the labels, so brainwashing, injuries and torture, implied or otherwise, is very likely.
It started with a simple text that evening. Well, no, that was wrong. It started with a knock on the door that morning.
Garnet had wanted to check on Nariko, on all of her bandmates. All that responded to her was silence. She kicked open the door, and was met with nothing. As if the bedsheets had never been used, or the bed even slept in at all.
Nariko - the girl she saw as a daughter, their lead singer - gone. For hours she sat on that bed, her hands over her face. Once the tears dried, however, she balled her fists and stormed out of the penthouse. She wound up here, at this club, typing on her cell phone, a grim expression set on her face.
Pinkie, Koumei and Greg. If others were at the club, and wanted to join in, fine. She didn't think there would be others, though.
P3nn Station. 8pm. I'll pay.
Its a sophisticated little place, a jazz club with a good clientele, a good waitstaff - and a good chance they will be left alone for the most part. She might be asked to perform. Otherwise, though, the guards could have their own drinks, and she would be able to talk freely with those who came.
If they came. As time ticked away, she knew her idea was contingent upon people arriving, much less be amenable to it. If this didn't work out, well - this was a nice club. She could come here again in the future.
What: Where Are They Now? The Scoobies Come Together!
When: February 19th
Where: A club booth/Lesedi and Edward's offices later
Warnings: The characters in this log will be getting in trouble with the labels, so brainwashing, injuries and torture, implied or otherwise, is very likely.
It started with a simple text that evening. Well, no, that was wrong. It started with a knock on the door that morning.
Garnet had wanted to check on Nariko, on all of her bandmates. All that responded to her was silence. She kicked open the door, and was met with nothing. As if the bedsheets had never been used, or the bed even slept in at all.
Nariko - the girl she saw as a daughter, their lead singer - gone. For hours she sat on that bed, her hands over her face. Once the tears dried, however, she balled her fists and stormed out of the penthouse. She wound up here, at this club, typing on her cell phone, a grim expression set on her face.
Pinkie, Koumei and Greg. If others were at the club, and wanted to join in, fine. She didn't think there would be others, though.
P3nn Station. 8pm. I'll pay.
Its a sophisticated little place, a jazz club with a good clientele, a good waitstaff - and a good chance they will be left alone for the most part. She might be asked to perform. Otherwise, though, the guards could have their own drinks, and she would be able to talk freely with those who came.
If they came. As time ticked away, she knew her idea was contingent upon people arriving, much less be amenable to it. If this didn't work out, well - this was a nice club. She could come here again in the future.
PRIDE SIDE
So, once she's ready, she waits. If no one comes, she'll do it alone. And, impatient as she is, she does enter the elevator alone. She's committed, and she will go to the office floor no matter what. Answers had to be there, somehow. They had to be. Not just for her sake. For the sake of everyone who disappeared, and everyone who would come after them. Maybe she'll disappear.
But not without a fight. She swears it. She--
she stops when the elevator doors open, revealing the hallway, the guards, and the door to her goal. The door, with the electronic lock.
Oh-- Quickly squashing herself onto the side of the elevator, feeling the rail dig right into her lower back, Garnet hastily smashed the close door button. SHOOT--
She'd heard the footfall start to come closer to the elevator, but the doors closed before anyone actually came in. Hopefully, the guards chalked it up to an accidental button push - a good possibility (but several others were there as well, where the guards meet her at her floor...), but it wasn't the one she'd wanted. This wasn't the possibility she'd wanted. Her visions had shown the electronic lock, but there was also locks which were normal. (Also, locks made of bees. She ignored the bee ones by now. Mostly.)
She mashes a button to a floor below her penthouse, and she stumbles out once the elevator dings open, cursing herself under her breath. So many possibilities - but already the possibility she's putting herself - and everyone else - into grave danger.
"Stupid, stupid..."
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He was late. He knew he was late, but hurrying with an operation like this wouldn't help their cause in the least. Garnet's plan was daring, but it wasn't without flaws.
One wrong move could put them all in danger.
Stepping forward, he placed a reassuring hand on his bandmate's shoulders. Their band had suffered many blows in recent months, but they were still together. Now, they just needed to act like it.
With him is his own cellphone and customary fan, and tucked into the depths of his shapeless tribal-patterened hoodie was box of wooden matches and, of all things, the little plastic fish that had taken up residence in the lobby.
"We'll get it. Just think about the moment instead of worrying for the future."
It was a paraphrase of the advice he had received from that golden-haired young man in his visions. How appropriate, for this moment.
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What if they did? They might go follow the elevator down to the next floor. That would leave the office unguarded, but also get them all caught, so that doesn't much matter. She chews on her bottom lip idly.
"Maybe let's sit and talk about it for a little bit? We can make a new plan!"
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Ah, on her face is the look of complete embarrassment. She doesn't bother trying to stop Koumei from putting his hands on her shoulders; she simply stares at him.
"How can I not think of the future? You two...so many possibilities...things that can go right, but then, anything can go wrong. I know them. I've seen them, I...I can't help but think of the future!"
Pinkie playing an accordion. Steven screaming in bed. A concert rocked with explosions far away. Her, slamming against the door. Flashstep getting drunk. Flames shooting through every hallway in the building. Bed sheets swinging from a rooftop. Guards dragging them all back to--all of them disappearing into--
"I...I don't know what plan we should use."
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"I don't think we have that kind of time," Koumei murmured, glancing back at the young girl. "Pinkie-- can you pull the fire alarm over there?" He indicated the direction with a wave of his hand. It was just on the adjacent wall, right within arm's reach for anyone standing on the ground.
In the meanwhile, he released Garnet and pulled out his box of matches.
"Garnet-- unless you wish to do the honors? I'm going to need a boost."
The sprinkler was above them. Though Koumei was lanky, he was still barely under six feet. Garnet was quite a bit taller than him, and he planned to use her height to their advantage.
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He's scared shitless and starting to question the wisdom of participating in this venture, but he's not going to back out now. Even if he doesn't have a lot of physical attributes to use to the group's advantage, he intends to help whatever way he can.
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"Keep an eye out for observers. Be our spotter, okay?"
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Pinkie knows Garnet best out of anyone here, but she doesn't hesitate to do as Koumei says either. They're all on the same team. He seems to know what he's about anyway. She darts over and pulls the fire alarm down hard. "Are we going out the top?" she asks, raising her voice to be heard over the sudden blaring of the alarm.
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Bed sheets. Bed sheets. Beeed sheeeeets...
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"Hope no one minds getting wet."
The quip came right in time for the sprinkler above them to go off, spraying the lot of them in cold water. The shower set off a chain reaction, opening up similar sprays from the sprinklers down the hall.
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But still, climbing? "My hands are kinda weird lately," she admits, eyes on the ground. "I'm not sure I could hold on."
OOC: Posting Order: Garnet - Koumei - Pinkie - Jamie - Molly?
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They couldn't allow that to happpen.
"I already said, I have that part under control." He tied his long hair up into a messy bun as he spoke, oddly calm and professional in a way that a pianist shouldn't be. Then, looking fully at their rag tag little team, he continued:
"Please. I can't explain-- just trust me."
If Garnet's Future Vision were working appropriately, she might catch a flash of a star field.
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Pinkie doesn't know him, but Koumei definitely sounds like he knows what he's doing. Maybe he's got some kind of magic thing too. Why couldn't she have gotten something useful like that, instead of all this? She moves to stand closer to Garnet, out of the way of anything that might be about to happen with the ceiling panel.
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This is starting to sound like a spectacularly bad idea.
Jamie, hurrying from one end of the corridor to the other to keep an eye out for anyone that might interfere with...whatever this clusterfuck is, shoots Koumei a look as he passes by.
"I hope you know what you're doing," he mutters nervously, and then he's taking up his lookout position at the far end of the hall.
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"Just hurry up!" she snapped, tugging her hat down tighter over her head. She was carrying a few items in her pockets, but she didn't have any bedsheets. Why hadn't she thought to grab bedsheets?
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"It doesn't work like that-- we need to move!"
[A janitor's closet. A bathroom. Any of them would work...]
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There's plenty of rooms on this floor, though, and one of them must have something useful. She darts over to the nearest door and tugs on it. "Uh - there's like, towels and stuff in here!" It looks like a storage closet. There must be lots of those around here; rock stars go through an awful lot of laundry. "Wait, does it matter if the bedsheets are those super-duper bright gold ones? 'Cause they're big, but I kinda think you might be able to see them from space."
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He bolts to stand beside Pinkie, looking between the storage closet and the rest of the group. "Do we have time to grab stuff before we go I think we should just hide in here we can all fit in here right? Right?"
He's talking a mile a minute and bouncing in place agitatedly. Obviously he is handling all this really well.
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"There's a bathroom that way," she hissed, nodding her head in the direction. They could all fit in there and try to figure out how to get to the roof.
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The closest place. It could fit them all. It had to. Grabbing at whoever was closest to her, Garnet bolted for the open door Pinkie provided. Here was to hoping Koumei was going to do something, as she can suddenly see so many things, so many possibilities, nothing made sense--
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This was a mess. It was never going to work.
"Bathroom. It's not much further-- and I need a window."
He could transport the rest of them to ground level and hide in one of the stalls, if need be. An operation like this should never have been compromised so quickly...
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