Hey there, I know you can hear me, Hey, you, I know you can see...

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Who: Bill Cipher and you! L U C K Y YOU
What: Secret conversations, potential band talk
When: December 17th and onward- the weeks following Naomi's murder bash
Where: A small dive and/or ViP HQ
Warnings: Bill.

[Open]

Getting away with murder is a lot more boring than Bill expected- but then, Virgo probably didn't have much to say to one of their own who was already known for covering up his own self-inflicted, debilitating injury.

The sax player steps fleet-footed outside of HQ, well aware of the security detail tailing him. Ugh, fine, if he can't have privacy, he'll just go somewhere public and give them something to stare at. ViP’s notorious Bill Cipher never turned down an audience! Hmm-- now there's an idea. Perhaps it might just be possibly to have more than one audience at the same time. He finds himself setting up comfortably at a small hole in the wall, stretched out at a corner table and softly waxing lyrics with the pad of paper in his lap.

I've seen more than you can imagine,
I've heard things to torture your soul,
Join me and we'll both get ahead,
Come shake my hand, and then, we'll both have it all,

Don't let go of this opportunity,
Cause there's no guarantee it'll last,
What's say you, hey pal, have we got a deal?
Haven't got all day, so you'd best think fast,

Turns out his voice isn't half bad when he isn't being, well, Bill. The musician taps his pen in the accompanying tune he intends to play on his sax. However, the moment he notices someone approach or begin to take interest, he'll make eye contact, and start to tap something a little different.

K.N.O.W - M.O.R.S.E. ?

[ViP]
It seems like every member of ViP have been major sad sacks after the party-- and this has got to stop. Fortunately, Bill thinks he has the perfect distraction. Gathering up his papers he slams them all on the common rooms table, commanding attention.

“BLACKOUT CONCERT! Let's do it.”

They had discussed the idea of an unscheduled outdoor concert plenty of times in the past, so why not? No time like the present~

*WILD* Want the sax playing cyclops for anything? Just go for it. Let's get weird.

Comments

[exhumerus]

Bill is weird.

That much goes without saying. 'Being weird' isn't really a trait that Sans has cared much about in the past - he was weird, from certain perspectives, and so was a lot of ViP. In a lot of ways they were a novelty act. But Bill's weirdness always seemed to go above and beyond, and now, with new information, that has started to be a lot more relevant.

Sans likes to learn things, when given the opportunity. Right now he has a tragically small pool of reference to work with, and he doesn't want to risk reaching out to anybody that's going to be a waste of his time. Bill is all about adding possibly frivolous levels of bafflement to just about any situation, though. If there's anyone who is going to be interested in secrets and capable of keeping them, it'd be him.

Might as well start close to home and work from there.

Sans doesn't wave, when Bill and his eyes meet just for a moment. Instead he just spacily glances down at his notebook, like he's busy with his own rhythmic pondering. It's a little bit difficult to catch morse on the fly, even for him.

I L.E.A.R.N F.A.S.T
B.U.T D.O T.H.E.Y ?

Hopefully it's pretty obvious who they is.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Ah, so that's who the mystery encoder is. Bill meets San's gaze with unwavering practiced skill before pretending to sweep the rest of the room- of course, it does help that he only has one eye; there is only so much of his expression for outsiders to read.

D.O.U.B.T.F.U.L.

Sans is both the first and last person that Bill expected to see under these circumstances. The aloof nature of the shorter man had often intrigued and frustrated the blonde. On the surface, Sans should be bland, boring, easy to manipulate. Yet as predictable as his lazy nature should make him, the man always found some way to be unexpected without deviating from his zero-effort routine. It's almost like it took effort to give so little effort. Bill could respect that kind of paradoxical behavior.

Price is simple, rather sparing,
Time is slipping,
Life is choices, let's start living,

His gaze darkens momentarily. Yes, Bill knows full well who THEY are. He scats for a half stanza longer than normal, as he considers his answer.

La, la, la, ladda, sh-ly-eh, la, la, la
Do, do, de-da

T.H.E.Y. W.O.U.L.D.
H.A.V.E. U.S.E.D I.T.

La, la, la...

For what, even the illuminati cultist isn't entirely certain, but if his label just tried to play him as a chess piece, his penchant for riddles should also have been on the table for grabs. Still... one way to be sure. Bill subtly turns his eye to one of the mindless security drones gauging for a reaction.

ladda, sh-ly-eh, la, la, la
Do, do, de-da

D.W. W.K.H. W.U.H.H.

Hopefully Sans would grasp his intent.

[exhumerus]

Or purposeful lack of intent, as it goes. Can the guards even hear what they're doing, he wonders? It seems overly optimistic to assume that any method of conversation is effectively private - not with so many unknowns. But the only way to learn is to test it, he supposes.

Which is what he presumes he's doing? Sans pauses for a moment when he first finishes decoding the last pattern in his head. Dw wkh wuhh? It takes him a moment, and then - oh damn it, it's that code language Bill was going on about for ViP isn't it? Sans had only ended up learning it because he has a fast mind for patterns, both numbers and letters, and he thought it might be funny for trolling Bill in the future if he assumed Sans was too lazy to learn something like that.

Not that "at the tree" really makes any sense either. There's a pause before he replies, if only because he needs to decide on what he's going to guess Bill is getting at.

F.D.U.H.I.X.O Q.R.Z

He finishes tapping and then starts scribbling in his notebook, grinning a bit more widely.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

To say that Bill is surprised is putting it lightly. He was nearly positive his switch into Caesar would throw Sans off guard, possibly end their little game entirely, but no, sure enough his band-mate didn't just follow what he said, he answered with a perfect coded response of his own! Barely unable to restrain himself, the musician hides his reaction by snickering into taking a sip of his drink.

D.U.H.Q.W. L. D.O.Z.D.B.V

Yeah, he can't even tap those words with a straight face. Regrettably, he actually has a sax solo between the next verse, so there is a brief moment of Bill tapping the melody's real tune while he resumes his song.

You know, you've always been different,
They'll just hunt you down, don't you see.
It's tough, but you've got to be brave,
They're just in the way, you've got to cut away to be free,

Sans is so much more interesting than whatever wild goose chase Bill had planned to lead the guards on today. As a courtesy he temporarily drops back down to simple Morse.

B.E.E.N. H.O.L.D.I.N.G.
O.UT. O.N. M.E

[exhumerus]

Sans is glad for that. He's pretty good at crunching this kind of information in his head, but he would rather exert as little effort as possible while still playing the game. He feels like nobody else is listening, anyway.

He patiently lets Bill carry on with his song, realizing when the beat gets too weird to translate sensibly. And then that last message - hmm, he's not sure how to react to that. He decides to be obtuse. It's a particular skill of his.

A.B.O.U.T. W.H.A.T

He knows about what, but he's interested to hear it from Bill himself. Being lazy and being dumb and two very different things - don't work hard, work smart, as they say.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Bill snorts. Come on, Sans, really?! You're going to waste the potential of the few words he can manage to tap out between these lyrics? He's running out of song here! Still, It isn't enough to wipe the growing smile off Cipher's face.

You know that they'll try to deceive you,
your hunches were right from the start,

U.KNO.WAT.

Fine. If sans is going to be lazy, he'll be lazy right back. Let the lazy-off begin.

[exhumerus]

Oh, well, it is on now. Officially. Sans thinks for just a moment before tapping back:

DO.I.

He is grinning to himself cheekily.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Oh, you smarmy bastard, you.

YES!! Bill moves to tap out in response but- no, WAIT- he can be lazier! ONE LETTER.

Y.

[exhumerus]

Sans never really anticipated they'd get anything done here, and there's only so much they can pat themselves on the back for being clever. They can consider this a test, for future reference. But for now:

B.D.

See how long he has to puzzle over that one.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

And puzzle, Bill does. B. D...

'Big deal?' 'Bill, don't?' Berkelium diphenhydramine?!' All three were just so likely!

You don’t have to sit and play good boy,
take a stand and tear this world all apart,

'Big deal'. Bill settles on, tapping his returning message.

U.K.I.

Somehow This stealth mission has become the world's lamest yet greatest game of telephone.