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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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"GREAT! In that case you must be overwhelmingly on board. Thanks Celt, knew we could count on ya."
I mean, there will be a stage.
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I didn't say that and you know it.
She lets out a little sigh though. Bill is like a wave and sometime's you have to ride it out.
What kind of safety nonsense would we need
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He drawls the word out like it's foreign, giving a shrug.
"Well, I'm sure tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum will insist on coming, here."
He nods to the security detail. Whether they like or not, he nearly grumbles below his breathe.
"So we shouldn't need anything beyond our usual!"