002 ✽ Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream

[giglio_madonna]

Who: Everyone stuck in Virgo HQ
What: This happened, and now we're all stuck here.
When: Nov. 1 - 5
Where: Virgo HQ
Warnings: Honor system, I'm trusting everyone to put warning in the subject lines if it comes up in their threads!

So.

Press events? Not happening. Concerts? Cancelled. Going out at all? N o p e.

Everyone- well every newbie- is ball and chained to Virgo Entertainment's headquarters for the time being. What's the emergency? No one knows, but you're all stuck here regardless.

> What will you do?

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[pecsonpecs]

[Krieg's been on the other end of the scale ever since they got out of the basement--one could call it "lounge mode" while he tries to take it easy. Not to say that he isn't participating with his part of the work as per usual, but his excited states have been muted when existent in the first place.

He joins Greg after cooking up something to eat; he slides a plate of grilled lemon-garlic chicken on the table near Greg, then sits down at another end of the table with his own plate. Instead of getting immediately back to work, he goes through the drawings that were done in the time that he was in the kitchen. Geometric eyes and...and fantastical women. Huh. So he hasn't been the only one...

Krieg hasn't been inclined to dwell on the idle thoughts that have been eating at him in the last few days. For some reason, he felt like he shouldn't, but Greg--predictably--has been capturing what comes to him and rendering it into their craft. Putting aside Greg's sketches, he takes up a free, unused paper and a blue pen, and after some hesitation, starts doodling a set of whirling, round shapes as he eats.]

[panspermia]

[For all of Greg's energy, he sure can't fault Krieg for keeping at a lower level. After the other night, he may well have used up enough, uh... enthusiasm for a couple lifetimes. Being perfectly honest, it had scared Greg. Still, it had passed, like everyone else's episodes, and he's ready to focus on what's important.

There's always time to eat, though. Greg gratefully takes the plate, and uses the moment to breathe and look over what Krieg's working on. The shapes mean nothing to him, but he's become a little bit nosy lately.]

Nothin' to do but daydream, huh?

[pecsonpecs]

Not when they keep us locked in here.

[He tilts his head to the side, then sighs as he leans back in his chair.]

Composing never came as a challenge before...but for all of my inspiration recently, I can't seem to put it in words. Notes. You know what I mean. Part of me feels like I shouldn't, but I don't know why--the holiday album just isn't scratching that itch.

[Krieg looks off to the side.]

Maybe I should just park myself in front of the keyboard and see where improv gets me.

[panspermia]

Yeah... I get what you mean.

[Now that he mentions it, hadn't something sort of similar happened on their first tour...? He'd wanted so badly to put notes in his head down on paper, but just couldn't. It had driven him nuts for days, but now he can't even remember the tune.]

Sometimes you just need one thing to get the ball rolling. Knock one little thing loose, the whole avalanche comes down, or something.

[pecsonpecs]

Mm...

[Yeah, momentum's great. Just got to get it started is all...]

Got anything for me to take a look at? Besides countless sketches of ladies. [--hypocrite, as if he wasn't planning on doing the same thing.] What's their story, anyway?

[panspermia]

[Greg chews on the end of his pen for a second, before he starts flipping through pages.]

I'm thinking she's some sort of... ancient warrior, protecting Earth. Like real ancient, predating humanity, and now she's begun luring people to her, to judge if we're worth saving from the Vitreous--that's the eye thing.

[Even though he's making her up out of nothing, it feels really important that he has to get her story right. Finally, he produces a page for Krieg to look over, a loose chord progression noted down next to the lyrics scrawled there.

Her eyes are full of pity
And burning deep with rage
A battle's in her dance steps
Our city is her stage

Woah,
Salvation may come at her hand
Yet mercy isn't blind
She's seen into our very hearts
And she is of two minds]

[pecsonpecs]

Huh--nice.

[Greg seems like he's got the story on lockdown, so he's not going to touch that. But what he does work on--taking the notes and taking them to the keyboard to wrangle out the chords to match the cadence of the song.

But what he really beats himself over is the bridge, taking a break every so often to look over Greg's visuals before going back to it. A couple hours later, he cackles to himself delightedly, then brings the tablet and its attached headphones.]

Here, what do you think?

[panspermia]

[ Leaving each other to their own devices for a while, Greg's been doing his best to wrangle out another stanza. He welcomes the moment to focus on someone else's progress.

He listens to Krieg's work a few times over, closing his eyes to envision it put together with what he's got. Eventually, he pops one ear free, and looks to Krieg with a somber expression. ]

This is going to sound so cool, man.

[pecsonpecs]

[Krieg's expression falls.]

You say that, but what's with the look?

[panspermia]

[ He taps at his chin, still very serious. ]

We've got something explosive on our hands here. This sort of power could blow minds. We have to use it responsibly.

[ so very serious ]

[pecsonpecs]

[tryhard]

Please, Greg. You underestimate our fans. You think they'd stick by us for this long if they didn't have the constitution to handle our best?

[panspermia]

[ He sets his jaw, and takes a deep breath. ]

You're right. I have to believe in them, just like they believe in us. It would be criminal to keep such righteous beats away from them.

[pecsonpecs]

That's more like it. Come on, let's see what else we can bring to perfection.