Welcoming Atmosphere

[panspermia]

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!]]

Comments

[panspermia]

He can't hold back a sigh, grin gone wry at Marty's question. "Yeah, but they pushed me back on bass now that they've got Mr. Bigshot to show me up." He tries to run a hand through his hair, but boy is it tangled. "I'll miss it, won't lie, but so long as you're manning the station, I don't mind."

[nibelungvalesti]

"You are still singing, Greg, do not forget that." As long as he had some way to express himself the way he needed to, Meril could accept it without a fight. Not happily, but without a fight. "We will simply need to start emphasizing our bass a bit more."

[heymcfly]

Holy shit! Marty almost thought when Greg said 'mr bigshot', it was a reference to him. That would have been a really, really bad way to start off his first day here. But it wasn't! If you see him blowing out some air, it's probably because the shit was scared out of him.

"Should we have a practice soon?" He stuffs his hands into his pockets and shrugs. "Might be a good way to get started."

Plus, he just really REALLY wants to play.

[panspermia]

Marty does seem like a bit of a Mr. Bigshot, but rest assured that Greg only meant it in the friendliest of teases. Even if Greg can't hide his disappointment over reassignment, he's got a good feeling about Marty's immediate enthusiasm.

"Sounds like a winning plan to me!" Greg gently nudges Meril, raising his brows. No need to look sour, he's still playing. "What do you say, Mer? See how well we gel?"

[nibelungvalesti]

"I think we would benefit by getting back into music." Though she would miss the quiet comfort of just the two of them... more than she intended to admit. "We have been idle for too long."

[heymcfly]

"Good! Great!"

Marty's got one thing on his mind, and that's rocking until his head pretty much explodes. He looks from one band member to another, a shiteating grin spread from one ear to another across his face. "When can we start?"

Pause.

"Now?"

[panspermia]

Greg laughs. Yes, he can definitely get behind this sort of enthusiasm.

"I'm game! Give me a sec to set up, I think we can get some tasty jams."

He nudges at the remote with his foot, finally turning the show off. He winks at Meril. "We'll pick up where we left off later."

[nibelungvalesti]

Oh. Well. These two certainly were peas in a pod. "Ah. I had -- Yes, we can certainly do it now." Well, hopefully they would be done before the raid. "We have our own practice space up here which should do quite nicely?"

[heymcfly]

"Your own space? Holy shit!" Marty grins another one of those shitfaced grins, looking from Greg to Meril both. "How'd you guys get this? Man, what I wouldn't kill to have a space to myself..."

Oops. "Well, I mean, before I joined, I mean." Marty doesn't want to get on these guy's bad side. That is like, the biggest no no that can ever be no'd. "Back home."

[panspermia]

"We got it the same way as you, guy!" Marty's excitement is infectious; it's the same as Greg's when he first signed on, months ago.

"Wait 'til you get a full look of the place. A year ago I was performing out the back of my car, this setup's a dream."

[nibelungvalesti]

"You are living the high life now," Meril said with a little smile and a little real warmth in her voice. "For all its imperfections, one cannot complain about the amenities. Shall we show you around?"

[heymcfly]

"Man, I wouldn't complain about nothin', honestly." He looks around left to right, before beaming at the duo. Marty either seems really, really happy about all of this, or overly excited to the point of annoyance. It's a hit or miss with him right now, honestly.

"If, if you don't mind." Marty looks from Greg to Meril, running a hand once or twice through his hair. "Sure!"