a catch-all for the young men of flashstep

[notahobby]

Who: the Flashstep boys, open to other Pride members and in some cases to all!
What: the day-to-day lives of Pride's only favourite boyband as well as some performances and events from the album release!
When: the week(s) after the gala! (10/06 - 10/17)
Where: Flashstep penthouse, Pride Records HQ, out and about!
Warnings: it's a boyband and Maxxie is a member - tobacco use in one prompt

The boys are busy with their album release. They're putting on performances, attending event, and are generally being carted around for the benefit of their fans. But they can't be working every minute of the day, can they?

[Prompts for each of the boys below!]

Comments

down time / morning / open to flashstep (and penthouse visitors)

[notahobby]

[Maxxie waltzes into the penthouse at a semi-reasonable time, still dressed in his party clothes and only looking a little worse for wear. He's only stopped by his room briefly before making a beeline for the kitchen where their chefs have prepared a huge buffet-style breakfast, consisting of bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles... everything a teenage boy could dream of. The chefs have figured out pretty quickly that teenager sleep schedules necessitate a later start than others, so Maxxie arrives just when the last pancake is coming off the griddle and everything's still hot enough to eat.]

[He's far too cheerful when he sits down at the table with his food, grinning at whoever else is at the table. His coffee cup is steaming as he digs into the scrambled eggs exuberantly.]

Alright, then? Have a good sleep?

Re: down time / morning / open to flashstep (and penthouse visitors)

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie glances up from a plate filled with what to the untrained eye probably looks like a ludicrous amount of food for a person his size; his bandmates, however, know that this is pretty normal for him. He effortlessly bolts down a sausage link before answering, reaching for his glass of orange juice to wash it down.]

Pretty good. Looks like you had a late night, though.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie nods as he chews. His own plate is piled high as well, though it's only ever like this when he's been out the night before.]

Yeah, think I got about... [He pauses to do the math in his head.] four hours? Not too bad.

[mildwildchild]

[That elicits a frown over the rim of his juice glass, though it's less disapproval and more disbelief.]

"Not too bad"? How can you even function on that? I'm dead unless I get at least six.

[Not that any of them have been getting as much sleep as they'd probably like, lately, but the fact that Maxxie seems to be choosing to devote time he could spend sleeping to...other interests is, to Jamie, bewildering.]

[notahobby]

Coffee, mate.

[He holds up his mug to indicate the magical substance before he takes a sip. After a moment, he adds:]

And it's not like I do it every night. I make up for it.

i decided this would be a better prompt

[punchesyu]

[One of the few days that he woke up a little earlier than usual, he strolls down half asleep to the table with his own food. The smell of the pancakes are waking him up a little, and he's in a relatively good mood despite the fact that he's up. It's not like he needed to be anywhere today. He takes a seat next to Maxxie, yawning, jamming his fork into some sausage links.]

My back is seriously killing me. I couldn't sleep for any longer-! I think I slept in a weird position or something...

[Despite his good mood, he'll still complain.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie snorts, taking a bite of his pancakes as he raises an eyebrow at Yosuke with a grin.]

You sound like an old man. Sure you're gonna be able to keep up with the dance steps during the performance tomorrow?

[punchesyu]

[He turns his mouth up at the jab, indignant.]

Duuuuuh, of course I'll be able to. I'm gunna dance circles around the rest of you! [He waves his fork, before taking a bite out of said sausage links.]

[notahobby]

Good luck with that one. We all know I'm the dance king of this group.

[He says it without one trace of sarcasm. Real humble, this one.]

down time / evening / open to all - tobacco use

[notahobby]

[Maxxie's been under a lot of stress, okay.]

[He's definitely not supposed to be out here, just after sunset, halfway through a cigarette. It's easy to sneak out of the penthouse - Patil doesn't really care as long as they're around when it's time to leave for events, but he certainly wouldn't like it if Maxxie were seen smoking just a couple blocks away from Pride HQ.]

[There's a courtyard there, outside of some swanky office building where some swanky businessmen must go for a smoke on their breaks. Right now Maxxie's using it for his own personal smoke break. It's out of sight from the main roads, which is ideal, but it's a quick walk back to the tower where he lives.]

[If you happen to wander by, close enough to see him on the way out or back from dinner, he'll quickly try to hide the cigarette, pretending as if he's just out here for a stroll.]

[punchesyu]

Morning, Open to Flashstep/visitors:

[He doesn't wake up until he really has to. The sunlight streams through his window, and he groans. It's nine A.M, and he rolls over and sleeps until ten when his back starts to bug him from being in bed. Trudging downstairs still in his pajamas, he yawns and stretches as he takes a seat at the table and tries to wake up. He'd been out a little late the night before, taking advantage of the downtime.

Eventually, he'll try to go to the kitchen and get some food- of which he trips on something (or maybe someone trips him) and food goes everywhere. His face also gets a nice introduction to the floor.]

Owwwww....

Afternoon, Open to all:

[Showered, dressed, and looking fine, he heads out into the city for some entertainment. There's always events going on in the city, and today is no different. Before he leaves, he may try to convince one of the boys to come with him.]

Dude, let's go! There's this festival down near the beach today! The whole place is gunna be lined up with cute girls-!

[Either way, that's where he goes for the day. Shops line the coast of the beach, and Yosuke is checking out a street artist that's making some sweet pictures from spray paint. You can find him doing that, or checking out any of the street shops. Or attempting to hit on women.]

Evening: Open to all

[Before he goes out for dinner, he decides he's going to live it up a little. He gets dressed into something nicer, because he wants to try out some of those fancy restaurants around here. A five star place, of course! Anyone who's in the penthouse will probably be invited to go along, but the secret is, Yosuke has never been to a fancy five star place before he became famous. In his head, it's going to be suave of him, but it will probably end up in disaster.

Or, meet him there- and watch him using the wrong silverware for the wrong things, and putting his silverware on his plate incorrectly. Doing things that are insulting to the wait staff on accident!]

Night: Open to all

[Going out for a night on the town is his game tonight. Taking sometime to get out of the nicer clothes he put on for dinner, he changes into something more comfortable to enjoy the night life. But the problem is, he's not 21- so he's having a little trouble getting into some clubs.

When he does finally get into one, because the bouncer thought he was cute, he's coming to a surprise that this isn't the kind of club he wanted to go to.

He's in a gay bar, but he doesn't know it yet. Get in trouble with him?]

I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR GAY BAR

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie pauses once inside to appraise the bar's decor.] I thought we were gonna have to walk all over town before we got in anywhere. It's got a nice atmosphere, at least.

[He shoots a look at Yosuke that's just this side of "little kid gleefully doing something naughty."] We could get in so much trouble for this, man.

AHHH I HAVEN'T HEARD THAT IN SO LONG

[punchesyu]

Yeah, it's totally chic in here. I wasn't expecting something like this.

[He takes a look around, the best he can, while trying to navigate with Jamie through a crowd of people.]

And, no one's gunna find out! Even if you take a picture in here, it's so dark in most spots that you can't even see your hand in front of your face.

THE THREAD CRIED OUT FOR IT

[mildwildchild]

What, you weren't expecting someplace with actual class to let you in?

[He slips easily through the crowd at Yosuke's elbow, weaving between the other patrons. Being small comes in handy sometimes.]

I hope so. Then again, it's gonna be kinda hard to meet anyone and have any fun if it's this dark.

[punchesyu]

[He laughs, right back at Jamie like a little kid. He doesn't think that's going to be a problem.]

That's where you're wrong, bro! The bar up there might be packed, but we can squeeze in there and check who's all parked at it! There's bound to be girls there!

[He says as he makes his way there. He's pretty scrawny himself, being able to make his way through.]

autograph signing / afternoon / for flashstep and open to all

[notahobby]

[The band has just wrapped up yet another interview to promote their new album. They've played their parts well, bantering where appropriate and being generally charming. They've got it down to an art at this point, despite a couple clashes of personality that never make it to the camera.]

[Once the interview's over, there's a gated path from the front of the TV studio to their cars, where other bands may be heading to and from interviews as well and where fans wait with albums and posters and body parts to be signed. They're somewhat obligated to move down the line slowly and sign as many autographs as possible until Patil ushers them along, and Maxxie doesn't mind at all. Even when his hand gets sore he doesn't get tired of signing and taking selfies with fans.]

[If you tap him on the shoulder or try and get his attention he'll glance your direction, finish up with the fan he's talking to, and then finally turn around as he's still trying to sign autographs. He'd feel bad if anyone got left out.]

Yeah? What's up?

[consocius]

[ These can all occur anytime over the weeks after the gala (10/06 - 10/17), so multiple interactions are welcome for each option. They can just happen on a different day. ]

ONE (Morning, Pride HQ, Flashstep Penthouse)
→ ＦＬＡＳＨＳＴＥＰ / ＶＩＳＩＴＯＲＳ

[It's a rare night when Sora manages to actually make it to his bed before conking out. Yesterday was apparently not one of those nights. He wakes up to the smell of food. A lot of food, a lot of different smells, but definitely familiar and definitely breakfast.

He rouses somewhat slowly as he orients himself: where is he (their penthouse, couch, video game controller in hand), what state of dress is he in (he managed to get into his pajamas: a comfy pair of Superman-logo pajama pants and a Pride label t-shirt). When that's over with, he yawns and stretches, tossing the controller onto the couch cushion and hopping up to head to the source of the yummy smell.]

Ooh, waffles!

[His plate is drowning in syrup by the time he gets everything he wants from the buffet and actually sits down to eat it. He apparently doesn't really care that even his eggs and sausage are swimming in it.]

TWO (Afternoon, Out in the City)
→ ＯＰＥＮ ＴＯ ＡＬＬ

[They've been doing a lot of publicity stuff lately, to promote their new album release. It's both fun and tiring, at different moments. One would think it would be something he's used to, after all switching from acting to music wasn't a huge leap, there wasn't a huge difference, right? Yet he still feels out of place sometimes, but he takes that to just be a quirk of his personality and doesn't think much of it. He's not inclined to.

Despite their busy schedule, he finds time to sneak away for brief periods, usually to little food places, coffee or sandwich shops. Though he can be found a few other places in the city on different days... A music store, in a corner checking out the albums of some of the bands of the people he'd met at the gala. A cute little gift shop, where he'd been pulled in by a group of seashells in the window, and can be found studying some curiously. Or on a bench outside an ice cream shop, with a waffle cone in his hand piled high with triple scoops.]

THREE (Evening, Pride HQ, Elevator)
→ ＰＲＩＤＥ ＦＡＭＩＬＹ / ＶＩＳＩＴＯＲＳ

[Well, he'd almost made it to the Flashstep penthouse before being pulled into slumberland. He's in one of the Pride HQ building's elevators, leaning against the wall, his head drooping to his chest. He's only out for a period of a few seconds, but they're multiple periods: he keeps waking himself up briefly only to be pulled back under. Because of this, he might miss his stop completely... or end up riding the elevator for a little too long.

The day had been a busy one, that was for sure. This exhaustion was being brought on far too early, he hadn't even had dinner yet! If no one winds up waking him, his own hunger will eventually do so, keeping him awake long enough to pay attention to the floor the elevator is on and actually trudge back to the penthouse.]

two

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie catches up with Sora mostly by accident at a coffeeshop near one of their promotional gigs. His energy's flagging and an infusion of caffeine would be welcome right now. Maybe some kind of food too, because remorseless eating machine.]

Man, can't get away from you guys. [His tone is friendly, regardless of his encroaching weariness and the overall strain of the day's activities. Idly, he peruses the menu.] Are you gonna order another one of those caramel-whipped cream-sugarbomb things?

['Cause honestly he's open to trying one if it'd keep his rear end from dragging the rest of the day.]

[consocius]

[Sora wasn't expecting to run into someone he knows, but gives Jamie a grin when he sees him. Whether or not he can tell Jamie's feeling the strain of all this promotional stuff they've been doing all day, he doesn't show it.] We're the band that's joined at the hip, I guess.

[He laughs at the name that his bandmate calls Sora's usual caffeine infusion of choice.] Caramel frappé. And yep, just did! You gonna give it a try and be bouncing off the walls with me?

[mildwildchild]

I think it's gonna take more than that to get me bouncing off the walls. If I'm lucky it'll keep me from falling on my face before the day's over.

[He regards Sora out of the corner of his eye as the line shuffles forward a step or two, trying to conceal this appraisal of his bandmate behind his usual indifference.] How're you holding up? Feels like we've been running marathons for the past two weeks straight.

I: DANCE LIKE YOU WANT TO WIN

[mildwildchild]

(open to Flashstep/others who would be hanging around the Pride studios)

[The boys are practicing one of their elaborately-choreographed dance routines - maybe under Patil's direction, maybe on their own somewhere - and Jamie, being a perfectionist control freak, can't help but notice that somebody doesn't have the thing down pat yet. He also can't help being a little exasperated by this. He probably can help butting in like he's about to, but that would require an extreme strength of will that Jamie just doesn't have when it comes to mastering dance moves.]

C'mon, this isn't rocket science. It's left step, right step, ankle cross, spin, stomp, left knee pop, pause - [and he does so for emphasis] - right point, head tilt, sultry look, body roll.

[He demonstrates each move in rapid succession as he names them. He has them all absolutely mastered, with perhaps the exception of the sultry look. Clearly he has been practicing this a lot. Once finished, Jamie gives the object of his scrutiny an expectant look, as though certain that the proverbial scales have fallen away from their eyes.]

II: THE RHYTHM OF THE CITY

[mildwildchild]

open to anyone and everyone

[It's one of those rare little moments when the boys have been granted a short reprieve from their promotional duties to get a breath of fresh air and some down time. Jamie's just kind of meandering around, a part of him intently aware of the band's schedule and time constraints, but outwardly looking relaxed and carefree as he takes in the sights and sounds and scents of the business district. He investigates anything that catches his attention: a newspaper stand carrying the latest gossip mags; the odd food cart or coffee kiosk; shop windows displaying designer clothes or expensive electronics. He's not terribly intent on anything and probably wouldn't mind a little conversation as he makes his way down the sidewalk.]

[yellowcopycat]

[Outside one of those fashion boutiques there's a cluster of girls. Ryouta is easy make out, towering over most of them. He's smiling easily, but his patience is starting to wear. He had just wanted to do some shopping; buy a new pair of jeans, maybe a shirt, before being waylaid by the fangirls. He looks around and spots Jamie. He brightens, seeing his exit]

Ah, looks like my

[he pauses for a moment, what to describe Jamie as?] friend's here. We're going to go to lunch. Excuse me ladies.

[really, the only member of Flashstep he knows is Sora, but he can totally pretend he knows them all. He cuts a path through his fans and loops his arm with Jamie and off they go, away from the fangirls.]

Jamie! How are you?

[mildwildchild]

[Given the height difference - Ryouta's got damn near a foot on him - Jamie finds his own arm hiked up almost uncomfortably high as the blond swoops down on him. Though the sudden invasion of his personal space is disconcerting, he'd noticed Ryouta and his fangirl problem and is willing to play along, flashing the girls a rueful smile over his shoulder as he's hustled down the sidewalk. He responds to Ryouta's question through clenched teeth.]

Be a lot better once we're out of sight of the mob and you stop manhandling me.

[yellowcopycat]

[Ryouta gives him an apologetic smile] Sorry, I was just getting very tired of them.

[He lets go of Jamie's arm and nods at nearby food truck]

Lunch? My treat.