interstellar5555 | Hey there, I know you can hear me, Hey, you, I know you can see...

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.

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As a matter of fact, the answer to the hidden question is "no." What Greg does know, however, is beats and rhythm, and he can hear Bill's shift as soon as they make eye contact. With what he knows of the guy, he can guess a little of what's at play here, if not the specifics.

Greg himself has been hanging around in civilian disguise, pretending to enjoy space away from the label while a guard lurks around. Now, after a moment of hard thinking, he pulls out his phone, and begins poking at the music app. With each swipe and prod, the little digital guitar strums out a fairly disjointed melody, each note unremarkable to the undiscerning ear.

E-G-A-D, D-E-A-F

Seven letters really limits your choice of words; it's the best he can manage off the top of his head.

Civilian clothes or not, Bill recognizes another celebrity when he sees them, although he almost isn't sure if they recognize him. It certainly seems to be that way. Greg doesn't seem to do much beyond take out his phone after they glance at each other.

Hm. What kind of notes are those? E,G,A,D, D-E...

Wow. First you joke about his eye ~~which was hilarious, to be quite honest~~, now you insult his music? Rude!

Bill mimics Greg's movements and takes out his own phone, raising an eyebrow as he selects the sax from the same app. Or maybe Greg just really sucks at on the spot collaboration? He glances back over to Greg with a rueful smile.

B-A-D-

Without a way to do a question mark, he punctuates the last digital chord with an obnoxious sharp note.

Well, it sounds like Bill took the hint, but--oh jeez. He'd gotten the wrong message; Greg had been trying to say he couldn't make out the code, and instead he's making a habit of insulting the guy accidentally.

He shakes his head scowling at his phone, and peeks back up at Bill again, remorseful.

A-C-E

He scratches at his hair. How can he put it?

A-D-A-G-E F-A-D-E-D

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The second message is a little harder to parse, but the intent is a lot more clear. He smirks to himself, not wanting to draw too much attention to Greg.

G-E-E, F-A-B

Yes, he doesn't seem all that bothered at all. Actually the blonde has to admit he is fairly impressed the random jumble of notes he heard truly was a form of communication; it's an interesting method, to be sure! Now if he could mix it with some of his own Caesar and Atbash Ciphers, they might have a wider range of words to work with. He'll have to teach Greg some of his techniques...

C.L.E.V.E.R.

Maybe Greg can't understand his tapping yet, but it's worth noting anyway. He'll nod lightly in Greg's direction, making sure to take a long pause to better distinguish the phrase as two separate words.

D-E-F, A-C-E

That pause is certainly an important one. Greg's reassured to hear his message got across proper this time. This is kind of cool, like being spies or something.

Aside from the fact that he still can't make sense of that tapping. C'mon, Cipher, you don't have to make fun of him, he already knows you're better at this.

C-E-D-E

C,E,... Cede? Is Greg telling him to give up something? Why should he? ~~You’re not his real dad!~~ Or maybe he means as in the equivalent of phonetic sounding 'Secede?' Greg would be implying they should break away from their tyrannical oppressors and strike off on their own! Forging ahead with their own new, unique way of life, casting aside the shackles of--!! Nah.

Bill takes a quick glance at Greg’s face, it’s harder to work blind with so few letters in this type of code. Oh, OH, he is telling Bill he gives up. The tapping, he doesn’t get it!

Hmm… he’ll have to make this convincing. Bill ignores Greg for a full three minutes before packing up and striding past the other man--

“OH, HEY UNIVERSE! Thought that was you; nice jam, there!”

WOW they are TOTALLY just speaking to each other for the first time in this cafe and not doing anything at all suspicious!

“Sans came up with a pretty good one the other day, see what you think;”

He slips Greg a piece of Paper, it says:

IT’S MORSE. (PRETEND TO LAUGH AT THE JOKE) in the corner is a little triangle doodle.

Uncertain if Bill had been up to something or simply grown bored, Greg's little jump when finally, loudly addressed will certainly look genuine.

"Yeesh, Bill, I'm gonna have to get a new disguise." It's a laughing complaint, at least.

Upon reading the supposed joke, the chuckling mixes with a groan--with Sans' humor, it's appropriate. "Ohh man. I'm starting to regret encouraging you two." He glances up, catching Bill's eye. "Not enough to stop, though."

Bill doesn't even need to smile with his mouth, his ever expressive eye is practically doing it for him. Good.

"It's funny that you think we would let you."

Bill lingers against the side table comfortably, clearly no longer interested in leaving. Ugh. Now more than ever, he wants to be away from surveillance. There could be so much potential to Greg! Did he know more forms of communication? Even if this is his only secret, it might prove entertaining to see him attempt something more.

Maybe Bill can slip Greg his coded business card? Even the fans who didn’t have much practice eventually asked around enough to decode it. The question is... would security find it suspicious? He can't flirt with Greg the way he did with Tamara to get it to him-- well, he could, but he's lucky he hasn't scared the man off already!-- and he's 80% sure the other musician won't even understand what he's being given-- okay, 73%? Greg did just surprise him after all. Give the man some credit. Maybe he'll find an opening...

“SO what brings you out to this neck’a the woods? Wanted to get some space away from our new biggest fans?”

Bill eyes the security guards distastefully, before striding over to one and sticking a ViP sticker on his face. There, if the guy's gonna be a pain he can at least be a walking advertisement.

If Greg knew how much it might build him up in Bill's head, he would have kept to himself. He's just a guy who's good with music and sound, he's no code breaker. There's a reason he's stayed out of whatever plotting's been going around, after all.

The guard sure doesn't look impressed by Bill's decoration, less so by Greg's snickering. "Aw, they're just doing their jobs. Keeping us safe." He rests his chin on a hand, eyeing the intimidating figures. "We live wild lives. Who knows what trouble we'd get into without them around." With people like Bill, he's sure this surveillance is only going to inspire more trouble in the long run.

"Just needed a little bit of air. It gets so stuffy back there, you know?"

"I know exactly what trouble I'd get into without them around." Bill feigns a pout. It's not fair, he's being danger-cockblocked, here! To the surpise of no one, the guard reaches to pull the sticker off.

"Mm, but I hear ya. You'd think having a penthouse practically up in the freakin' clouds would be less suffocating."

"Pretty sure that's exactly what they're afraid of." No one else but Bill knows what's going on in his head, and that's enough reason for anyone to fear.

"It's weird. I never had too much of a problem with it until this whole extra special watch happened, you know? But..." He watches the guard flick the sticker off a finger. "It doesn't feel any better when I get out, either."

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