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interstellar55552016-01-01 10:53 pm
tanteiotaku) wrote in interstellar55552016-01-01 10:53 pm
Entry tags:
Band Meeting!
Who: Nuclear Parliament
What: Band Dad has some things he wants to talk about
When: A couple weeks after the "party"
Where: NP's lounge area
Warnings: None currently, maybe casual swearing
This was a mess. He didn't know where anything fit together. He could make some guesses, based on what made sense, but some of the early things he was seeing or dreaming about weren't as vivid as they are now. He didn't have things like seasons or relative hair lengths to go by.
But he had to try. If he didn't try he was going to lose his mind. Whatever his mind was, anyway. Something about this process came naturally, though. He wrote some keywords on index cards like "Old man in white suit shot", "Hillside", "Giant steel windmill" (that one had two others with "fixed" and "blown up" added), "Middle schooler", "Breaking through", and "missing", among others. These words and phrases corresponded to full written accounts of what he was remembering that he kept in a small notebook on his person at all times. Fortunately, it wasn't weird for a music artist to be randomly scratching things down in a notebook while looking a little distracted.
There was another set that consisted of things that had been happening lately. "Haunted tour equipment", "Gala fight", "Band change", "Naomi Rivers", "Edward Blanche", "Lab Jam", among others. Mostly they were things that these kids hadn't been around for, but they still struck as important.
He had cleared a wall, and stashed whatever art had been hanging on it out of the way. He had a small tin of thumbtacks and pushed them into the wall with the cards. His own personal timeline was on lavendar cards, and the overall weirdness one was on white. He had a few other colored cards on the table.
With a quick text message to the others, that read. "Hey meet me in the lounge, guys. I've got something important to talk about. Unofficial band meeting. ASAP."
What: Band Dad has some things he wants to talk about
When: A couple weeks after the "party"
Where: NP's lounge area
Warnings: None currently, maybe casual swearing
This was a mess. He didn't know where anything fit together. He could make some guesses, based on what made sense, but some of the early things he was seeing or dreaming about weren't as vivid as they are now. He didn't have things like seasons or relative hair lengths to go by.
But he had to try. If he didn't try he was going to lose his mind. Whatever his mind was, anyway. Something about this process came naturally, though. He wrote some keywords on index cards like "Old man in white suit shot", "Hillside", "Giant steel windmill" (that one had two others with "fixed" and "blown up" added), "Middle schooler", "Breaking through", and "missing", among others. These words and phrases corresponded to full written accounts of what he was remembering that he kept in a small notebook on his person at all times. Fortunately, it wasn't weird for a music artist to be randomly scratching things down in a notebook while looking a little distracted.
There was another set that consisted of things that had been happening lately. "Haunted tour equipment", "Gala fight", "Band change", "Naomi Rivers", "Edward Blanche", "Lab Jam", among others. Mostly they were things that these kids hadn't been around for, but they still struck as important.
He had cleared a wall, and stashed whatever art had been hanging on it out of the way. He had a small tin of thumbtacks and pushed them into the wall with the cards. His own personal timeline was on lavendar cards, and the overall weirdness one was on white. He had a few other colored cards on the table.
With a quick text message to the others, that read. "Hey meet me in the lounge, guys. I've got something important to talk about. Unofficial band meeting. ASAP."
no subject
Gold and Silver had been...they had been. She wouldn't have been able to give the label much on them even if she'd been willing; the pair were impressively reticent (and given what had happened at the party, they had good reason to be.)
At first, she's reluctant to answer, but eventually she sighs and resigns herself to the band meeting, trudging downstairs and comforting herself with the promise of answers, if nothing else.
no subject
"What is this about?" Hopefully no one thought she was going to say hi.