He comes and goes as he pleases

[vivelarevolution]

Who:Cosmic Indulgence
What: The new drummer arrives subtly.
When: January 20th
Where: CI's penthouse
Warnings: None possibly?



So this was the place. Sabo stood in front of the door and rubbed the keys in a gloved hand. Cosmic Indulgence. He can appreciate the name though he wonders if the cosmic means they're high as kites for most of the time. That wouldn't bother him.

It's also late, very late, 3am as a matter of fact, which is by design. The last thing he wants is some big deal made of his arrival... either good nor bad. He just wants to be a drummer with no trouble. Hopefully they won't even notice he's there.

Slotting the key into the lock, he goes in.

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3am

[vivelarevolution]

[here he is. Try not to beat him with a frying pan or the equivalent. He's going to be furtively peeking into rooms to find out which one is his-- and hoping he doesn't see anything he shouldn't]

7am

[vivelarevolution]

[Sabo is making his own breakfast to the consternation of the cook. It seems he even went so far as to bring his own ingredients as well as his own coffee which is brewing on the kitchen counter. But there are three other mugs there beside his own just in case anyone should decide to join him]

[twoscompany]

[Well. Guess who's coming back from wherever she might have been* in time to smell breakfast! She turns to see what the chef is cooking, and...oh.

Oh.

Is this who she thinks it is? It has to be.]

Hello.

[*Totally not sneaking a package for Tiger underneath the door of the System Crash penthouse.]

[vivelarevolution]

Good morning.

[He turns...

And sees a three-eyed rather tall woman with a squarefro. It suddenly occurs to him that she must be powerful, though he can't imagine why he thought that]

Dress rehearsal?

[it's a little to early for him to start up with 'band things' but he can go with the flow. He may also be staring at the other eye you have. Did it just move on its own?]

[twoscompany]

[OH, SH--]

Yes.

[...Quietly brings her hat down more over her third eye.]

We're doing a concept with our next album. I'm just getting into character.

And you are...?

[vivelarevolution]

It's a good look.

[said somewhat warily since, if what she says is true, why is she trying to hide it? Unless this is some weird sort of character building effort. Indies are so weird]

Sabo. I was signed on to be your new drummer. But I've never done this scene before so you'll have to bear with me a bit, at least for a little while.

[the coffee maker flashes to indicate it's done and he holds up a clean mug]

Coffee?

[twoscompany]

Sure.

[She shrugs.]

So you're the one who says punk is dead, huh. I personally think it's a zombie.

Out of curiosity, have you ever listened to our music? Hopefully, you did before coming here.

[Because if not she's going to make sure he does, because having an uneducated drummer with no idea as to their general style is unacceptable.]

10am

[vivelarevolution]

[it's drumming time. A man's gotta keep in practice and this is the best time to do it, y/y?]

[traumatizing]

[DO YOU MIND.]

[This is ridiculous. Terry is much too tired and hungover for this. He pulls his jeans on and drags himself to Sabo's room, considering knocking for all of three seconds before the door flies open with a SLAM to reveal one pissed off looking Terry with last night's eyeliner smudged around his eyes.]

What. The fuck.

[Who are you and why are you in Richard's room drumming at 10am who authorised this.]

[vivelarevolution]

[Sabo startles a little at the slam and looks up, blinking. His first thought is he's going to be attacked by a raccoon, but he manages to keep the smirk tamed]

Sorry, did I wake you?

[said without a trace of sarcasm. He would have thought everyone was up by now]

[traumatizing]

Yeah. [Duh.] Maybe you should think about checking people are awake before you start banging about.

[...]

And maybe invest in some mute pads.

[vivelarevolution]

I didn't want to disturb you. [he sees the flaw of this line of thinking right away. Oops. Though hasn't heard of mute pads before and so writes this down in a notebook which he flips shut and sticks in his pocket]

Can I make it up to you somehow?

[dishevelment]

[...

Insomnia was a Bitch. Multiply that by four when your nights are plagued by dreams that verged on horrors, and your mind was aspin with anxieties and worries that couldn't be solved by a single person. Having finally fallen asleep at the crack of dawn...

This was obscene.

Lumbering out of his bedroom clad only in a pair of star-studded pink flannel lounge pants and his rapunzel-like hair unbound, Koumei dragged himself to the room that had been Richard's and opened the door without so much of a knock as warning.

There was no slamming of doors, no raised voices or demands. There was just a cold, quiet stare of a man who had seen far too much and had lost the one figure who could have helped him piece the puzzle together.]

....Whomever you are, I suggest you take your practice to another place. The lounges downstairs might be a good spot. Or the lobby.

[Where people might accidentally drop their singles in the cute little fishbowl that lived there.]

[vivelarevolution]

[Sabo stops immediately, frowning up at the guy]

I'm Sabo. I work here now. [he puts the drumsticks in a special case at his feet] Sorry about that... But you look like hell. Want some coffee?

[dishevelment]

[Koumei just sighed-- a weary, long suffering sound from a man who was too tired to deal with this.]

Hmm. Page really needs to give us proper warning about these things.

[Or, maybe Page did and no one noticed. The man was as annoying as That One Uncle that every family had.]

If coffee's on, I'll take some. Don't bother making it if it's not made yet, though.

[Because he'd just go back to bed if there was no coffee...]

[vivelarevolution]

[he shrugs]

It was last minute. Coffee's not on but I left some in the fridge if that would suit.

[gunslingerqueen]

FUCK'S SAKE!

[Nariko's been asleep for ... Maybe three hours, and let her tell you how viciously she fought for even that much. So to be woken up right as her body begins to let go of all the tension brought on by the last few weeks is just bullshit. It's the absolute worst and she tries to withstand it for a few seconds before she drags herself out of bed in her tiny sleep shorts and equally snug tank top, and throws her door open to go and bang on - This is supposed to be Richard's door.]

Shut the fuck up before I come in there and beat you with those goddamn drums and make you shut up!

[Auuuugh now she's developing a headache.]

[vivelarevolution]

[startles. Damn these people sleep much later than he expected. He puts the sticks away and carefully opens the door to blink at the seething girl]

I thought it was late enough. It's almost noon. [well a few hours off but... he scratches his cheek] When is a good time?

[gunslingerqueen]

When the whole suite isn't sleeping? This is a huge building, there's tons of other areas to practice in if we're not having a session or whatever.

[Have you never lived with anyone before, Sabo? Maybe he could have assumed they were all just busy in their rooms, or maybe that they weren't even here but, come on. She groans, and rubs at her temple.]

That, and some of us sleep off our hangovers so, y'know, maybe keep that in mind unless you're going to pay for my waffles. [Hangovers know no judgement or time, Sabo. ten in the morning might as well be four, when she was still slamming shots by herself.]

[vivelarevolution]

I can't pay for waffles but I can make them. [badly] I don't really know my way around this place either but nevermind. Point taken. Can I make it up to you?

[twoscompany]

[WELL OK THIS NEEDS TO BE NIPPED IN THE BUD.

The door busts open with a BANG as Garnet walks in, leg extended forward. Yup. She just kicked the door open. Hope that got your attention.]

[vivelarevolution]

[if by attention you mean almost swallowing his own tongue then, yes, very effective]

...Is there a problem?

[twoscompany]

...Its a bit early to play in the penthouse.

[That's right. BE AFRAID.]

You should probably use the studio space downstairs.

[vivelarevolution]

Got it. [he'll have to look for it but it couldn't be too hard to find. Sabo hesitates, then asks]

What is a good time to play up here?

Whenever/whatever else

[vivelarevolution]

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