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interstellar55552015-12-26 01:16 pm
liarmonstersnappydresser) wrote in interstellar55552015-12-26 01:16 pm
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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.
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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[He'll agree on that.]
"You've met before?"
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"Mmhmm. Sounds like it."
[Compelling amount of evidence you give there, Kido.]
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[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?"
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[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."
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[She scowls.]
I just don't normally deal with this stuff.
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[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.”
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[He holds his hands up in mock surrender, Bill got what he wanted from this conversation.]
"So what happens now?"