System Crash penthouse mingle.

[magic_to_do]

Who: The members of System Crash
What: Hanging out, discussing new projects, the latest gossip, and whatever else.
When: The day after the awards ceremony
Where: The band's assigned penthouse in the Pride records building.
Warnings: They're perky and largely annoying? None.

[That party had been all kinds of interesting and exciting and honestly a little weird. But regardless, Trucy is all kinds of pumped up to get going on her band's next project. Right after delicious gourmet breakfast of course. Having private chefs is seriously the best thing ever. But after that she'll be poking around the penthouse for her bandmates.


Hey guys! Band meeting! We've got awards to win! Let's get this show on the road!


[Not that Trucy has any authority here. Feel free to ignore her though in favor of movies, video games, sleep, or whatever. There's a lot of cool stuff in these penthouses after all..]

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LATER IN THE DAY...

[tigermillionaire]

He’s been trying to work out a tune for the last few hours, and it just hasn’t been working for him.

There are lyrics somewhere on the tip of his tongue, and a melody in his thoughts, like a whole song is waiting to pour itself out if he can just find the tap. But he can’t. It’s leaving him feeling pretty raw, too, because after the night before he feels like he desperate needs an outlet that isn’t just throwing a major league fit.

Though that ends up having to do in a pinch, because his angsty song writing section mostly just devolves into his laying on his face and pressing the same key on his small keyboard over and over again like he’s hoping that will make a song happen. Or maybe he’s just trying to make everyone else as annoyed as he is. It’s not always super clear, with him.

But why would he be doing it in the common room unless he was looking for some kind of attention?

Re: LATER IN THE DAY...

[magic_to_do]

How's it coming?

[She asks as if it isn't obvious.]

Want some help?

[tigermillionaire]

[He presses the key one more time, holding it in place, until gradually letting it go. A moment later, her muffled voice speaks from where his face is pressed flat onto the couch.]

No.

[magic_to_do]

[She leans over the back of the couch.]

Can I help anyway? Please?

[Because clearly he doesn't need help. Yeah, she's humoring little brother.]

[tigermillionaire]

[CLEARLY NOT, he is his OWN MAN. Perhaps a confused and frustrated man, though. He sighs.]

I guess, but it's probably not really your thing. Right now it's just called...Ode to Jerks Who Think They Can Touch My Hair.

[It's sort of specific in its focus.]

[magic_to_do]

That's.... kind of long.

[And really way to specific for a song.]

Maybe you should broaden the focus a little? You could call it 'Ode to Jerks.' Then you can just write a whole bunch of stuff about people who annoy you.

[tigermillionaire]

Hmmm.

[He thinks about that for a long moment, and then...he nods as if it's a sage idea indeed.]

I think you're onto something with that. Why leave out the other guys that have it coming?

[magic_to_do]

[She grins.]

See? It'll give you that much more material to work with. You'll have a song in no time!

[Being tactful and mature is obviously not a consideration here.]

Oh, but speaking of songs, Pinkie and I were talking and we have an idea for the next album. What do you think of 'colors?'

[tigermillionaire]

[He blinks, staring at her as he already starts messing around on his keyboard.]

...Don't we already have colours?

[He squints.]

[magic_to_do]

Well, yeah! But that's why we should do an album based on colors. Like, each song is inspired by a different color.

[Trucy is obviously really into this idea. She's bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet as she explains.]

[tigermillionaire]

Oh! Huh...

[He thinks about that for a few moments. The idea is really appealing. More than he's going to immediately let on, but anything with rainbows is A+ to him.]

Yeah, alright! I can swing that.

[magic_to_do]

And we could even use your song about jerks, if you want. Just try to tie it to an angry color.

[tigermillionaire]

[He fiddles with his pen and notebook, tapping out a few more notes.]

What even is an 'angry' colour? ...Red? Is black angry or depressed?

[sailorlaughter]

Pinkie hasn't seemed overly bothered by the noise. She's been in and out a few times during the day, back when it looked more like Tiger was being productive in his efforts, so she'd just gone to the kitchen and hadn't really bothered him much.

Now, though, she approaches with a lollipop stuck in her mouth. She's still not past this whole free-candy-whenever thing. "Whatcha doin'?"

[tigermillionaire]

Tiger stops poking at the keyboard and groans. He is clearly in very deep spiritual pain. As is often the case when he's 'creating.'

"Contemplating the pointlessness of the Universe," he grumbles.

So deep.

[sailorlaughter]

Suuuuuper deep.

Pinkie leans her arms on the piano and pillows her head on them. "That sounds boring. You want some company?" It also sounds pretty depressing, but she's not gonna bother pointing that out. It looks like he knows!

[tigermillionaire]

It probably won't last, at least. These dive bombs into self deprecation are usually followed with the return of arrogance and trash talk soon enough, but some days...well, to say the kid has a complicated inner life would be an understatement. In ways he doesn't even fully comprehend.

"I guess," he reluctantly admits. "Last night was a bomb and I'm trying to turn my general disgust into music and it is mostly just making me feel like I'm writing angry tweets."

And it's not like songs about disgust are really something a lead like Pinkie can pull off, anyway.

[sailorlaughter]

You know her so well, Tiger~

Still, she asks, "Do you want some help? Sometimes talking about songs helps you write them!" Pinkie may not be a whole lot of assistance with writing this particular kind of song - even if she does sort of agree that the party last night didn't really end so great - but it still helps to talk about things!

Or at least not to sit around and mope alone.

[tigermillionaire]

He's struggling with that last part, at the moment. During the tour he did pretty well at not letting himself slow down enough to mope at any point - staying pumped up enough about himself that most things didn't get through his skin. Somehow the tour ending feels like it's caused him to lose a lot of that momentum. Maybe because they're performing less. He doesn't know.

"I dunno...I want to write something actually good about some stuff that happened last night and..." He trails off. So much of it he just hits a mental roadblock on. Just like he did when they were actually happening. "There's some stuff where it's like...I don't even know..."

It takes a long time for him to surrender this last part.

"Why I did it."

[sailorlaughter]

"...oh."

Pinkie actually sounds a little uncertain about that. "Yeah. It got a little weird at the end there." And she doesn't mean the thing with Lesedi either. Kido had seemed off too. Did something happen to them? Something happened to her, even if she doesn't know exactly what it was.

Realizing she's clasping her hands together tightly, she smooths out her dress. "So what happened?"

[tigermillionaire]

He's hesitant about that one. He pushes at a few more keys, dully tapping out a melody. It's not quite right, but thinking about it has the feelings stirring in his chest once again.

"...Some jerks from Virgo were hassling me, I guess. And I was in no mood."

[sailorlaughter]

"Huh." Pinkie's never cared a lot about inter-label fighting, but jerks are jerks.

At least it was just that. That's easy enough to understand; she thought he meant something worse. What happened to her wasn't really bad, she guesses, but...it was something. "They're just jerks, then. Who were they?" Seriously, she hasn't met anyone from Virgo that was much younger than she is. Who's going around picking on little kids?

[tigermillionaire]

"..."

He almost doesn't want to say. He anticipates that she is going to make fun of him if he does. But...whatever. He does what he wants. No amount of incredulousness is going to hold him down!

"...Greg Universe," he growls, crossing his arms. Don't say it. Don't.

[sailorlaughter]

Greg Universe?

Okay, that does get a surprised look. Pinkie knows Greg pretty well, and he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd ever pick on ANYBODY, especially not little kids! She's not really sure he knows how to be mean.

But Pinkie also knows Tiger. Even if she didn't, it's just gonna upset him more to argue. She was trying to make him feel better!

"Well, what'd he do?"

[tigermillionaire]

'He was all trying to be nice to me and stuff' doesn't sound very good now that it's come to it. He tries to think of a bed way to explain it.

"He just, like...refuses to get out of my face. He knows I don't even like him but he keeps talking to me like it's a joke or something."

There you have it.