but you don’t get a win unless you play in the game

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Who: surviving friday & OPEN
What: band shenanigans & etc.
When: day(s) after the gala event!!
Where: virgo penthouse and everywhere in the city (open)!
Warnings: n/a, will update if necessary



VIRGO PENTHOUSE;

[ Bleary-eyed and impossibly groggy, Aoba emerges sometime around late morning from his bedroom in the penthouse. He immediately beelines for the kitchen, yawning as he fusses with the ridiculously complicated coffee maker. How many buttons does a guy have to do to get a cup of joe around here? Sure, he could down to one of the cafes for some coffee, but that requires getting dressed and looking presentable.

Aoba is not either of those things after he's just rolled out of bed. In fact, it's nothing short of a minor miracle that he's even coherent and manages to mumble out a greeting. ]

G'morning... what'd I miss?

[ Hopefully he isn't about to be late for anything. ]

OPEN- OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN & TOWARDS THE DOWNTOWN CORE;

[ Instead of contenting himself with the rehearsal areas, Aoba's decided to kill two birds with one stone. With his guitar case stowed over his back and sporting a pair of oversized sunglasses, he hits the streets.

Find him in a trendy cafe, tucked away in a corner and scrawling in a notebook while plucking out the notes on his guitar, or bump into him in one of the many parks scattered around the city-- wherever he is, he's humming and looks relaxed for the most part. Whoever said you can't mix pleasure and work was oh-so-wrong.

Alternately, follow the buzz of the crowd to an open square, where Aoba's decided to kick things up a notch. The low thrum of his guitar accompanies his voice, which alternately soars and croons to the gathering in front of him. If he happens to spot you, he'll beckon you over. Join him for a duet, or maybe even a battle of the bands vocalists.

Is this a sanctioned by management? Probably not, but he figures his manager will let it slide provided it doesn't get too out of hand. ]

Comments

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[ It's a perfectly valid question; Aoba should've gotten out of bed earlier. At a normal time. For other people, 'cause this is the time he'd wake up at every day if he could. ]

Got it.

[ On cue, the muffled sound of his ringtone begins to sound faintly from... the fridge? Aoba opens it up and retrieves the device sheepishly. ]

Huh. I don't remember putting that in there. [ Opening it up, he scrolls onto his calendar and checks out what's going on for today. Then he heaves a huge sigh of relief. ] No, it looks like we're good. We've got free time today, practice tomorrow.

[smileofbetrayal]

[The fridge? Really?

And you wonder how Kaworu doesn't understand why people accuse him of being strange.]

...what was it doing in there??

[And just like that, he's completely forgotten the practice issue. Now it's time to talk about where you keep your phone.]

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[ Grinning sheepishly at him, Aoba shrugs. ]

Beats me. [ Searching his memory, he's trying to come up with an explanation. ]

...I might've thought it was the jam that I got from the fridge. [ For his toast. ]

[smileofbetrayal]

...pfffft--

[Okay, Aoba. He can only hide his amusement at that for so long. He lasted like three seconds. At least he's not really laughing at you.]

You're pretty strange.

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[ His protest is half-hearted, a hey with no bite behind it as he rolls his eyes. ]

Says the guy who likes to talk in riddles.

[smileofbetrayal]

Riddles?

[Kaworu actually only knows one riddle, and the answer is 'a candle.'

But he thinks he knows what Aoba is talking about. Maybe. He doesn't think that counts as riddles, though.]

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That thing with the multiple images or whatever you were going on about at the gala!! And all those other times.

[ Maybe he should come up with a riddle for Kaworu, see how he likes it. ...or he could be the adult that he is in the situation and not. ]