interstellar5555 | 005 ✽ We be all night

Who: The willing from Pride and Virgo
What: Want to know what party sucked? The solstice party. Want to know what party won't suck? Luci and Luce's.
When: Jan 8th
Where: The basement of the club Blue Heist
Warnings: None planned besides possible/probably intoxication

A little while after the disaster at Naomi's, those who had attended might find themselves approached- by Luce on Virgo's side, by Luci on Pride's, or perhaps by someone who had heard about it from either of them. The subject of conversation?

Another party. One that involves another mingle of both labels, without being used for any ulterior motives.

Those who seem up to it are given a time and place. Blue Heist is one of the clubs around town that has what could be called a "basement level", for private renting and parties available to anyone who has the cash to spend on it. It's a pretty simple set up, nothing extravagant like the party at Naomi's... Which is absolutely on purpose, let no one tell you otherwise. There's a reason any mics or karaoke equipment has been pointedly removed. All the music is on the system already.

Nope, tonight it's just dancing and drinking, with a couple of rooms to the side that have cheesy movies playing in case you're tired out. No closed doors, no poison at the bar, no murder.

And if you want to take a moment to maybe have a talk to someone on the opposite label to discuss or apologize for the events of the prior night... That's fine too.

Just be careful. Both labels are still under watch, it seems, with a few bodyguards from both sides around the perimeter here and there.

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If it was an alternate universe, why would they care so much about if they remembered? Why would all of them be remembering that at all? They're prisoners here, they know that now, and if these were things they didn't want them to know or remember...it being because they want to keep them under control seems like the only thing that makes sense.

But why them? Why is any of this necessary? What do they want from them?

"I want to do that again," he murmurs into Greg's side. It's more than just wistful musing - he wants to find out a way. He just doesn't know how they can when they are being watched like this.

Regardless of what universe the memories come from, the motivations for keeping them cooped up and afraid like this are still a complete mystery to Greg. If all his friends are people with magic and powers, why make them into musicians? With all the effort put into keeping them suppressed and scared, there's no possible way this is the smartest way to do... whatever it is they're up to.

"Yeah." All it would take is getting a moment alone, like this, somewhere a stranger could go unnoticed. "Let's do it."

"We...can't do it right now, can we?"

He really wants to, but he already sounds defeated on that subject. It's a private party and there are guards everywhere. He doubts they could even get the fusing part done without notice.

"Oh--no." That would be a little too overeager. Even if it sounds really nice. "But there's gotta be some time we can slip away. At an event, or a concert, or something."

Tiger rubs at his gem through his shirt. He's really pretty awful at not telegraphing its presence, whether or not he's actively thinking about it. He doesn't really know the next time they'll have the chance to be that alone, where they won't be at risk for getting in trouble for disappearing.

"I think we used to live in a van together," he says, after a period of thoughtful silence. He hadn't gone into any details before, but he kind of wants to now.

They'll find a way. Greg'd determined to. For Tiger's sake, more than his own. The kid deserves it.

"A van?" That surprises him a little. He had his van back before things started really moving with his career, but that feels like an eternity ago. "Sounds... cozy."

"Yeah," Tiger agrees, and there doesn't seem to be anything negative about his opinion in that. Of course, his memory of that is restricted to one particular scenario - one with thunder and rain - but it sticks with him none the less. "It was kind of nice. I think we...lived on the beach, too."

It feels like they're just making up stories - fantasizing about better things, or what they would do if they could. But yet...all of this could be real.

Edited 2016-01-17 08:07 (UTC)

"Yeah... I remember the beach. I parked the van there, to help out with... honestly, I think it involved aliens." He purses his lips, looking down at Tiger. "You know, it'd explain a lot about us if it turned out we're from space or something."

His memories of them as a family are fuzzy, more feelings and instinct than anything distinct, but the weird space and magic stuff is clear. If they turn out to be a magic space family, it'd be pretty sweet.

"I'm pretty sure I'm from space," Tiger says, a mixture of wistful and tired. The cuddling is totally unconcealed at this point. "I probably liked it better there..."

If only they could commit to that having been in their literal, chronological past.

"Heh. It's like my songs came true. We're aliens. From a planet full of shapeshifters, and pink lions, and mystic portals."

Well, he's half right. That's an idea he'll just have to keep dreaming about.

Tiger looks up at him, a little surprised.

"Pink lions?" he asks. That sounds like the kind of thing that someone would make up just for the sake of sounding silly.

Greg grins back down at him. "Oh yeah. I caught a glimpse of you riding him. Massive, and a big pink mane that's even crazier than mine!"

"Sounds made up," he says, a little bit incredulous but mostly just sort of teasing. Of course it sounds made up - everything they remember does.

"Maybe I made it up. You can't tell. It's a mystery. For all you know you're a magic alien prince with a pet lion. You're a young adult novel." He did make up the prince part but it's no more absurd than the rest of it.

"That's probably why I'm so handsome," he says, grinning with increasing amusement. It really does seem like a fairytale reality compared to everything else. For a moment part of him wonders - what if he just played pretend? What if he didn't worry about whether or not it was real for a while? "And I do really want a cat."

"What, you think I didn't have a say in that?" Greg wrinkles his nose. "I deserve a little credit." Imagining it, trying to envision it without remembering where they are now or how they got from point A to point B, it becomes infinitely easier. "We'll have to work you back up in size, I think. Start with a serval."

"Aw man," he says, with genuine longing. "I would love a serval, they are so cute. Some people actually own servals, did you know that?" He looks up at Greg. "They're as big as a dog!"

Greg snickers, ruffling Tiger's hair a little bit. "Dogs are as big as dogs. Servals are way cooler." Probably not better pets, but undeniably cool."

Tiger laughs a little bit, enjoying the hair ruffle, in a nostalgic sort of way he can't quite put his finger on. People seem to do that to him a lot for some reason. Except, a few months ago, he would have been shrinking away and complaining about Greg ruining his curls.

He falls silent for a few more seconds, and then looks up at Greg again.

"Do you wanna go play video games or something?"

For once, he doesn't feel like moping.

It does feel sort of familiar. He's done this with friends, before. That's probably it. Sure.

"You know it." He gives another brief rustle, before nudging Tiger forward. "Don't expect me to hold back, though."

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