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