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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[She glances. Seriously? Are you going to have this conversation with her in the middle of a public space. She scowls.]

The music business is harder than you'd expect, you know. What with the relationship between our labels.

[Seriously if they get caught by one of those bodyguards Kido expects she's gonna end up in a lab for a good long time.]

I guess that's why they're sending security now.

"Must be."

[Bill forces out calmly between clenched teeth. Damn it, that did not go at all as subtle as he intended. No more espionage with this gal. The saxophone player reaches into his coat and pulls out a Vandalism in Progress poster, intending to autograph a few. Should Kido pay attention, he puts a dot next to the photos of Bai Shen and Celty. Get what he might have heard now?]

"At, uh, any rate, come here often?"

[Man how clear does she have to be about not wanting to talk about it? She's understood from pretty much the start. Sheesh, Bill, why do you need to know so much?]

Not really. I was trying to dodge the press. [And now she's found herself dealing with him. Great.] Like you said, one foot in the grave after dealing with your synth player. Didn't want to deal with anymore stress.

[Oh, for the love of-- now that is WAY too specific!! Who said anyone dealt with anyone?! So much for the subject change. Bill starts penning faster, attempting to talk over Kido.]

"RIGHT --The drinks are decent, but don't come here on a Tuesday unless you want your coffee to taste like hellfire; always burning the pot around here, these guys! May not be my favorite hole in the wall, but not bad either. Got a million of em! Fans don't come by too often at least--"

[Oh for the love of--]

Calm the hell down, I met him on the boardwalk a few weeks ago. [And her security detail saw. It's safe to talk about him.] He's jumpy. So are you. Is everyone in your band?

[Not a perfect segue but he'll take it- And just like that, Bill's entire demeanor shifts, like a switch has flipped.]

"We prefer the term 'energetic'-"

[Well, that's a lie; Bai Shen is definitely jumpy.]

"Though Sans and Celty could stand to be a little more so at times."

Celty's fine as she is. [She can handle Celty. Bill and Shen? Much less so.]

"They come through when I need them to."

[He'll agree on that.]

"You've met before?"

We're friends. [And he doesn't need much more information than that.]

[Bill leans on one hand, starting to sound bored.]

"Mmhmm. Sounds like it."

[Compelling amount of evidence you give there, Kido.]

What? [Jesus Bill.] Seriously, we are. Besides, I owe her.

"Do you?"

[Oh he doesn't doubt it; this just ensures he gets more than the vaguest answer on the planet. People are so tight-lipped these days!]

"That how you begin all your friendships?"

I don't have friends. [Kido is a lying liar who lies.] I wouldn't know.

"OHO is that so? That's not the tune you were singing a moment ago!"

[Bill laughs out, triumphant. Ah, at last this mystery is starting to unravel! Sorry Kido, you're a puzzle now.]

"That's what you do, isn't it? You'd rather list someone as an obligation or a debt to repay than admit you like their company."

I'm not listing her as either. But I wouldn't've gotten to know if her if it wasn't for that night, anyway.

[She scowls.]

I just don't normally deal with this stuff.

"Heh! You think it’s normal for anyone? Welcome to humanity, kid! No one actually knows how to deal with anything, we just get points for effort and occasionally a gold sticker."

[He stretches out, apparently more comfortable with this subject matter.]

"Call it what you want: Friendship, corruption, manipulation, obligation-- it's all the same. You had a need and spending time with someone fulfilled it. You’re more used to it than you think.”

Don't pull the corruption shit on me. I've had enough of that. [Guess who is sick of both tabloids and saltines?]

"All right, all right, you win."

[He holds his hands up in mock surrender, Bill got what he wanted from this conversation.]

"So what happens now?"

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