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interstellar55552016-01-17 02:29 pm
panspermia) wrote in interstellar55552016-01-17 02:29 pm
Entry tags:
Welcoming Atmosphere
Who: Defying Atmosphere
What: First impressions
When: Mid-January
Where: DA's penthouse
Warnings: awkwardness and poor hygiene
It's been weeks since Defying Atmosphere made their last performance. Public appearances are limited, but Greg and Meril have been boosted to fame as the faces of the band. Any public memory of Weasel, Gaige, Lora, and Krieg seems to have vanished all together. Kimiko keeps telling them not to worry their pretty little heads about it; just keep signing the merchandise she gives them and get to work. She knows what she's doing.
And clean this place up, you pigs.
They have not cleaned this place up. Rather than the wild mess expected of the rockstar lifestyle, the penthouse more closely resembles a college dorm room, complete with soda cans and pizza boxes built up since the last time the maids swept through. What isn't covered with junk food wrappings is stacked with pages upon pages of half-finished songs and diligently signed headshots.
[[ooc: vague "mid-january" label for assuming not everyone is moving in right at the same time. Make your entry headers at will!]]
What: First impressions
When: Mid-January
Where: DA's penthouse
Warnings: awkwardness and poor hygiene
It's been weeks since Defying Atmosphere made their last performance. Public appearances are limited, but Greg and Meril have been boosted to fame as the faces of the band. Any public memory of Weasel, Gaige, Lora, and Krieg seems to have vanished all together. Kimiko keeps telling them not to worry their pretty little heads about it; just keep signing the merchandise she gives them and get to work. She knows what she's doing.
And clean this place up, you pigs.
They have not cleaned this place up. Rather than the wild mess expected of the rockstar lifestyle, the penthouse more closely resembles a college dorm room, complete with soda cans and pizza boxes built up since the last time the maids swept through. What isn't covered with junk food wrappings is stacked with pages upon pages of half-finished songs and diligently signed headshots.
[[ooc: vague "mid-january" label for assuming not everyone is moving in right at the same time. Make your entry headers at will!]]
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Marty shrugs, looking to one of the hallways nearby. "I guess we just pick a room? Or maybe they set in little letters for us. Kinda like what they do at fancy hotels."