interstellar5555 | He comes and goes as he pleases

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garnet,
sabo

He comes and goes as he pleases

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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--That's fine, don't trouble yourself with it.

[He would just....go and shuffle into the kitchen to get it warmed up himself. Clearly this 'Sabo' was keen on meeting everyone. While Koumei still didn't know how this came about, he wasn't going to make a man uncomfortable by being rude.

They may as well get to know eachother until they can get the situation straightened up with Page.]

It's no trouble. Make yourself at home.

[he leaves to warm up the coffee for him and gets a bottle of water for himself before coming back and handing it to him]

You are?

Koumei. Pianist. [He looked at the bottle blankly for a second before the unspoken sentiment was processed through his tired mind. Sipping on his hot brew, he took the bottle and set it aside for the moment.]

Thanks. But, I'm not hungover like some of the others probably are. Insomnia is my plague-- always has been.

Yeah? I started out in classical. [and he's kept up with it, too, as conflicted as it makes him at times]

I get about five hours myself. [in his opinion sleep is overrated when he could be doing other things, but he's not about to knock this guy's insomnia] Is it a stress thing or is it just some kind of chronic condition?

[sips down the water and absently taps a pencil against the arm of his chair with the other hand]

A surprising amount of us in Pride are. You should talk to Garnet if you want to get into the theory of it, though. She's a Cambridge grad.

[He shrugged, sipping some more at his coffee and enjoying the heat of it in the chilly morning.]

My sleep-wake cycle seems like it's not on a standard twenty-four hour scale, so getting the right amount is a pain. It's always been like this, so I just deal.

I'd prefer something more along the lines of percussion theory. [he swirls the pencil and lightly taps the ride cymbal with the eraser, grinning lightly before stopping the hushing vibrations with a finger.

He nods at the explanation of sleep cycles, though. He gets it.]

Just let me know if you need me to shut up, or need some strong coffee. I can wake the dead if I try.

[since he's pulled more than a few all nighters and multi-nighters at that]

What kind of music do you guys play? Is it more slow dreamy indie or more sliding into goth core?

Noted; coffee is immensely helpful.

[And he continued sipping at his drink as the new drummer rattled on, thinking back on his interactions with Richard and what he had seen of this Sabo while lurking on twitter. The question regarding genre was oddly pointed-- and somewhat amusing.]

We've a keytar and Terry does whatever he wants, so we veer closer to the 'electronic' edge of things. Why is Mister Punk-Is-Dead curious?

[Sabo can't help but grin. He likes that they keep up with twitter, noticed him, but held their cards close to their chest even if they seem to disapprove of his message. That's professional. It's sneaky. It makes him hungry for something he's not even sure what to name]

To be your drummer of course. I need to study the genre, even if it's not my preference. But you guys seem more freeform than anything. You're practically pirates.

[and he can't help but find charm in that despite their ways]

[Koumei chuckled at this.]

Please, don't resort to flattery. Indie is just as dead as Punk-- we just try to have fun with it.

Besides, it's hard not to be a little wild when most of your band is friendly with the Carnies.

I wasn't flattering. It's just an observation. I don't make any pretensions about not being in it for the money.

[Everything was dead and money was just a means to an end. What end though was the question]

I think I've pissed off a few of those guys. [they seem like posers to him but then if punk is dead, who isn't to some extent. Even he is. All an image for a goal.]

Think they'll jump me in an alley? [His tone is mildly pleasant when he says this. Not worried about it or looking forward to it]

Depends. Which one and how badly?

[He had a feeling that at least one of them would run their mouths at Sabo's tweet-- the reply was as neutral and pleasant as Sabo's, as if they were discussing the weather.

Because the Carnies fucking shit up was nothing new.]

Hmm. Let's see... [he gets out his phone and looks through the tweet] Lucifer I think. Maybe Xanus and Fetch?

[he doesn't know if they belong to Carnie or not though he strongly suspects Lucifer does. He gives a light shrug]

Most of them, then.

[Koumei heaved a sigh, wondering how on earth they were going to clean up this mess.]

...There may be nothing we can do to save you. Don't worry; we'll make sure you get a burial with full honors.

[he laughs at that]

Thanks. We'll see how it works out.

[the quiet thump thump almost like a heartbeat is Sabo working the foot pedal of the bass drum.]

Anyway I really don't have anything against them.

You might want to be careful about pissing them off, then.

[Koumei's voice was mild; he closed his eyes to listen to the firm but gentle beat of the drum.]

They don't let things slide like we do-- and they take things pretty personally.

[Sabo watches the guy's eyes close and smiles. That's nice. It's amazing how music can move people, to encourage or soothe. He wonders if he can do a mediation track just with drums.]

I'd think less of them if they let things slide. But that doesn't mean I'll hold back. I don't think it'll cause you guys any trouble and I don't mind being the black sheep. Drummers are supposed to be assholes aren't they?

[though it's said in a gentle voice to not disrupt the mood and he drags a fingernail lightly over a cymbal to get a low, hushing sound]

I'll give you guys my hands and my skill, but I won't give up any more of my freedom than I have to.

....We don't tie anyone down, [Koumei replied quietly, tilting his head lightly at the whispering sound of the symbol that bubbled underneath their conversation.] It's not our nature, and the one thing that keeps us all together is the fact that we don't belong anywhere else.

You don't need to 'give up' anything. Just show some trust, that's all.

[that's not entirely right. He belongs where he chooses but he chooses not to belong anywhere. So that's another reason why he's here. He refuses to tie himself to an expectation. A label. What anyone wants him to be. But that includes them and he feels a little bad about it]

And showing trust is not antagonizing the Carnage guys?

[though said mildly as to not to break the peaceful mood]

Showing trust is not doing anything rash.

[He opened his eyes now to regard Sabo steadiy, as if studying the man's reaction and body language for cues that words alone would hide.]

We may seem like a lazy bunch here at Pride, but it's not all parties behind closed doors. I don't want to have to arrange a funeral so early in our association.

Showing trust is doing what you say so you can avoid the inconvenience.

[or at least that what it seems to him. He understands it to an extent. But he refuses to take part in it]

I'll take my own risks. If I pay for them in the end, just have someone toss me in a ditch somewhere.

[a light shrug as he continues the subdued beat. It doesn't really bother him. He doubts he's going to die, but the truth of the matter is] I've got no one who'll miss me.

[but he almost prefers it that way. Less people to be held accountable to]

Then you've failed already in that regard-- even after this one conversation, I think I might miss you if something happened.

[Because Sabo's rationalism and detachment was comfortable and oddly familiar territory for Koumei, as if he had been taking part in such interactions for his entire life.]

I only say these words because there is something strange happening in this building, and anyone who brings too much notice to themselves runs the risk of consequence. You're smart, but you're also 'safe' right now. This isn't your battle to fight.

[he nods to acknowledge that. He might miss this guy, if only due to the way he listened to his music. Still Sabo refuses to let that be a burden on him. He has a purpose if only he can figure out what it is. Until he does, personal attachments are not something he can allow himself to form]

Battle? I wasn't aware there was any battle. Other than between me and those guys. But that's good business, isn't it? A good fight stirs up the press. Gets people talking.

In any case, I'll take safe on my own terms when I want it. Though I don't intend to drag you guys into anything, so I'll be cautious for at least that much.

[Koumei sighed, realizing his folly too late.]

My apologies-- I've been forgetting myself lately. [He took another sip of his coffee to recollect himself before he continued.] While a fight with the Carnies would be good for business all around, I wasn't necessarily referring to that. While this place seems okay on the surface...there are other motions a foot.

I was referring to others who are in the building.

And, you can try all you want to keep us from getting any flak from your actions, but the problem is that we're already involved. It's going to be impossible to avoid a chain reaction.

Others who? [he stops the beat, his frustrations mounting] Who are they? What do they want? Why should I be worried? How can I be involved in something if I don't even know what it is?

Our bosses. The people who write our paychecks.

[He sighed, wondering if warning someone who hadn't even gotten wind of the crazy things that have been happening in recent months was a good idea.]

I'm still trying to piece together the details myself, but the bottom line is that they do not necessarily have our best interests in mind. Whatever you do, you can't expect them to help you.

Only yourself, your band, and whomever you call your friend.

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