006 ✽ Get Down

[giglio_madonna]

Who: As many people in Virgo HQ as Luce can grab
What: The best way to get to know new people is over breakfast, didn't you know?
When: A nice cheery morning a vague time in January after everyone's newbies have met their band
Where: The Flower Over Bones penthouse
Warnings: None planned! Feel free to treat this as a mingle log

The first month Luce arrived at Virgo HQ, she didn't waste any time before establishing some sort of lunch everyone could get together at. As January drags on, it's something she finds herself thinking about as new faces fill up the gaps where she had known others.

It's part of the reasons why, one early morning, she can be found bustling to all the other band penthouses to deliver a simple invitation she makes sure everyone gets to hear: a breakfast taking place in the FoB house for all Virgo musicians.

FoB penthouse looks like a lot of the other bands, with some clutter here and there that fits its inhabitants including a small dartboard with various articles about the members pinned there with shuriken. The television is playing what seems to be an early day sci-fi movie marathon and there's already a pretty impressive spread of pancakes, waffles, french toast, and various cut up fruit for people to dig into.

Comments

Luce - ota

[giglio_madonna]

To those who don't know her, this might come off as just some act of inter-label friendliness. To those who do, they might recognize her tendency to stress-cook when the going gets tough. They're both true.

This is also a handy way to get everyone together in a way that isn't unusual, in case information needs to be spread. Considering things... Maybe at least a little warning is appropriate here.

For now, however, she just seems like any other person working about in the kitch, still at it even now. She's singing quietly to herself as she works, apparently more than happy to just keep herself busy.

[inversekeyblade]

What a blessing it is that not only someone knows how to cook but is willing to do so to share with others so soon after his arrival. If it wasn't for the gracious (or forced, depending how one looks at it) assistance offered by the establishment they've been provided, Roxas wouldn't have as many things done for him as he does like cooking. Or laundry. Or keeping at least a square foot of clean space on the floor, for that matter.

Whoever is responsible for this, Roxas figures while cutting into his house constructed of french toast on a plate, he should at least offer gratitude. Or something. Be grateful, right? That's what people like.

There's quite a few faces present, free food will draw a crowd anywhere, but the one that says 'I'm responsible for this!' is more than likely going to be the one in the kitchen making food, replacing utensils and filling condiments as they run low.

This is probably the person. Watching for a while, because he's going to get that breakfast food in his stomach first damnit, once there's nothing left on his plate (and therefore he's forced to go back to get more) this member of Virgo stands awkwardly in the front of the kitchen inhabiting commotion until noticed, which should happen any second now because a boy standing with an empty plate is going to gain the attention of any good host quick.

[In the Kitch]

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

It isn't as though Bill couldn't just eat at the penthouse. With all the ah, healthy, apetites in Vandalism in Progress, there were likely enough takeout menus (and receipt notes) to build a small monumant with. No, in the end he didn't come for the food or an ulterior motive-- although yes, admittedly the prospect of seeing some of the new fodder was an added bonus to the venture-- he came simply because Luce asked. There are not many people Bill Cipher would bother to support without intending some gain for himself, but the FoB co-lead was one of the token few.

The sax player hangs about lazily in the kitchen, a piece of toast still in his mouth; eyeing Luce's techniques with interest.

"Yeesh, you trying to stir that batter or create a dough-based singularity?"

Well, being respectable didn't exactly mean good manners. He might help if prompted, but don't expect a former demon who only spent the last few months as a corporeal being to have much experience with cooking.

[totheright]

Meeting for breakfast? Really? It's not like Kaoru is against bonding or whatever - he's a friendly guy - but breakfast is way too early for being social. Or so he'll complain when he receives the invitation.

Nevertheless, he definitely gets to the penthouse right on time, looking remarkably put together for someone who wants to pretend that he had to drag himself out of bed to get here. He'll smile and chatter amiably with anyone else who's there, but once he actually sees the spread on the kitchen table, he'll excuse himself to load up a plate.

He's a growing boy, okay. Hopefully no one will get too sick watching him pour maple syrup and hot sauce in equal doses over all the food on his plate. After he takes a bite, he professes with a delighted grin, "I take it all back. This is the best."

[trustme]

"Maple syrup and hot sauce. I haven't tried that combination," Doctor comments as he serves himself his own plate of pancakes. "How would you describe it?"

[yellowcopycat]

Okay, Ryouta eats a lot himself. He's also got a bunch of waffles on his plate and they're drenched in maple syrup. He's got a side of pineapple and grapes on the side.

But adding hot sauce? That's just weird.

"Is that even good?" He's making a face like he doesn't think it would be.

[in_an_augustforest]

Meanwhile his bandmate looks at Kaoru's plate and then the owner with a look of bafflement and lowkey disgust on his face.

"Really?"

August Marten | OTA

[in_an_augustforest]

Listen where there is free food, August will be there. So here is the tall, ever so slightly scruffy older guy loading up his plate with pancake and maple syrup. Luce seems like a nice gal, (although there's something about her that reminds August of someone else.) Never mind though, he'll just be sitting down eating and watching the stupid sci-fi movies.

There's a very good chance someone might catch him with his mouthful.

[sponsorigami]

Did he have a cup of tea earlier? Either he does now or it has been refilled with freshly brewed tea.

Ninja there. Ninja gone?

Well, not really gone. Ivan is still near the table filling someone else's cup with more tea from the pot.

[alleato]

Dino Cavallone is the opposite of a morning person right now. Staying up late practicing and composing and doing everything that keeps him from that productive act called sleep has him a little woozy, and a little wobbly. He nudges into August unintentionally, then manages to nearly knock over the syrup. It's a pretty impressive failure.

"Oh--sorry, sorry!"

Ivan - OTA!

[sponsorigami]

The one responsible for the shuriken laden dart board with tabloids on it is the shamisen player with the ninja image. Ivan has been going around with tea and offering cups or apologizing for when he accidentally "appears" and startles someone. (For those new, Ivan has the uncanny ability to be overlooked only to suddenly "appear" despite being there the whole time.)

He hasn't been sleeping well (again), and he's still struggling with some of his vision-memories. And that doesn't even touch his shapeshifting power. However, falling back on something closer to his "programming" is a needed break for him.

If one catches him not being busy with serving tea, he might be playing a song in the corner. There is a song he's trying to finish.

[sailorgenerous]

"Oh!" Rarity starts and, to her credit, does not drop her (mostly empty) teacup. "I didn't see you there!" It takes a moment or two for adrenaline to fade enough for recognition to click, and she smiles when it finally does. "Ivan, yes? It's lovely to see you again. How have you been?"

Doctor (Flowers Over Bones) OTA

[trustme]

A

Luce's co-lead is in on the cooking action at the start of the event. Doctor darts between the counter and stove, prepping ingredients, throwing them into pans, and serving up the final results.

"Does any one want a pancake in a specific shape?" he asks as the newest arrivals arrive.

B

Even at a relaxing breakfast music is on Doctor's mind. After he finishes eating he disappears into his bedroom for a moment to fetch and instrument. Instead of his regular cello, he returns with an accordion in his arms and he starts playing some light-hearted tunes between and at times during conversations.

A

[sayonaramemories]

He pokes in just for a moment, checking that this kitchen is at least clean enough to eat food from. One he's satisfied he'll answer. "You can do shapes? What about a flower?"

A

[sailorgenerous]

"Oh!" Rarity can't say she's expecting the offer, but it's not unwanted. "Certainly, if you don't mind. Something nice, please."

B

[off_the_edge]

"Is that an accordion? He has an accordion?" Cloud says, under his breath, his forkful of savoury pancake stopping halfway to his mouth in a private moment of despair. It seemed to him to be far too early for accordions. Most times were far too early for accordions.

He waits until the tune is finished and claps in a way that is deliberately too slow.

"That's great," he says, raising his voice a little, "please don't do it again."

A.) Room for one more?

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"A three point polygon on a semi two-dimensional plane!"

[...Yes. a triangle. The Doctor may not have even been addressing Bill Cipher initially, but the Illuminati saxiphone player invites himself into the conversation anyway. He flashes a quick smile.]

"You're Flower over Bones, Doctor, right? Nice pad you got here."

SANS | VIP | OTA

[exhumerus]

Sans is here, and he's eating breakfast with gloves on.

Kind of weird, and actually kind of awkward, as he's discovering. Getting food stuffs on your bare fingers is one thing, but getting it on your clothing accessories is another. Good thing he isn't big on hygiene! Haha, nice.

It's sort of weird, being so covered, when otherwise he's just wearing shorts, a hoodie, and slippers. Both his hands are totally obscured by the black leather gloves, as well as what appears to be cool new braces on both forearms. He's probably been giving a different explanation to each person who asks about it.

"Oh, you know. All that 'boning I've been doing really tires out the wrists."

Wink wink. Nudge.

[losingherhead]

Initially, she was sympathetic to whatever happened to Sans. Covering a lot of her body worked for her, but she wouldn't wish it on others. Covering hands in particular tended to have a lot of complications.

Then he opened his mouth.

She immediately picked up her plate and began moving elsewhere.

Ankh | Surviving Friday | ota

[connivingbird]

The only reason why he would show up at this was because of Luce. As the month wore on, Ankh had been getting pricklier and pricklier. Things bothered him. People bother him. It was a hard time to just get out of his cozy blanket pile and go out into the world and pretend he liked to be around people. All the little flashes of desires made his teeth itch and he really wasn't liking at how he wanted to just grab people and shake them.

It was easier to ignore the desires when he was in his room. He can tune out his bandmates - there really wasn't much to tune out from the manager and that had him shying away from asking why. But all these people? With the new replacements for people he had a passing acquaintance of? Yeah, he really didn't want to have that in his head.

But Luce asked him, so he showed up - a thin tattoo-covered blond in oversized red clothing that just grabbed at some food and sat in a corner to stab at it. Sometimes he takes a bite, but he really doesn't seem to have much of an appetite, even if he sometimes looks up and stares at a person.

It's not even like he's trying to hide the staring; he just is all staring without blinking even.

[yellowcopycat]

"Ankcchi. Behave. You're making a bad impression on people."

Ryouta paused to consider. "Well, a worse one than usual," he teased and handed Ankh an orange and cream ice pop.

Rarity | Defying Atmosphere

[sailorgenerous]

Of course, Rarity arrives in a chic sundress suited for the occasion, hair carefully styled and makeup perfect. It is a breakfast party, yes, but one does not wear pajamas to a party unless it is specifically a pajama party. Plus, this is her chance to make first impressions on other Virgo musicians, and she's going to make sure they're all good ones.

She finds herself a bowl of fruit, a cup of tea, and a place on the couch. She'd like to have breakfast before she really gets socializing, but she'll be happy to talk with anyone who stops by.

[connivingbird]

He ended up gravitating to the couch where he huddled on the corner with his legs drawn up and his hood pulled down over his head looking every inch of a sulky teen dragged out of bed. He really didn't dress up even if his current clothing choices tend towards the loud and red and very punkish that matched the elaborate hairstyle he was prone towards. Ankh was prepared to ignore people unless they were in his face, but at the shift of someone sitting on the couch, he grumbled, his right arm jerking with the eye tattooed on it's palm turning towards her.

It was a really weird reaction, like it was trying to see or something but Ankh jerked his hand back and gives her a look.

"Who are you suppose to be?"

Meril | OTA

[nibelungvalesti]

Meril only came because Luce had invited her -- well, that and she truly knew she had to get back in the habit of being at least passably social once more. With this only being within the label, she had not bothered to dress up, so she wore a simply Defying Atmosphere T-shirt and shorts.

(Meril didn't much feel cold, and had no intent of going out anyway.)

Looking much like her old self, the Ice Queen took a seat as far out of the way as possible, nursing a plate of fruit as she watched the crowd.

Rei

[faithfulflame]

Rei was here not because Luce invited her, but because Luce didn't really give her any choice in the matter. Having the party in the penthouse pretty much mean that she was going to be woken up by noises and she was going to have to be sociable. She was getting better at that, but she was still a little bit uncomfortable with people in general, especially in the morning.

So, in a t-shirt and long skirt, she's sitting off to one side of the couch. Sipping coffee, and idly watching these godawful movies, she's silently contemplating making a bolt for one of the balconies.

Of course, in an effort to be polite, anyone who happens to take a seat near her on the couch gets a smile and a pleasant nod.

"Hello there. Enjoying Luce's cooking?"

[sailorgenerous]

So what do people who sit so close they're nearly on her lap and hug her with zero warning and loud gleeful noises get? Because that is exactly what Rarity is doing right now. "Rei! Oh, it's so good to see you!"

FINNICK / OTA

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick was probably annoyed into coming here by Keith. He's not much of a person before coffee so he didn't have the proper ability to argue, which means he is here now and he's not entirely sure why. He's good at socializing, but it always seems like more of a job to him than an enjoyable pastime, and he doesn't particularly like doing it this early in the morning.

That's why he seems a little frowny this morning as he stares down into his second cup of coffee, occasionally picking away at a pile of food that he created before he remembered what reasonable portions look like.

[totheright]

"Hey, what's this?" Oh look, Finnick, it's your favorite band member. Absolute, number one favorite, coming up to your side to drape heavily over your shoulder and look down at your barely-touched plate of food. "Growing boys need their breakfasts! Most important meal of the day and all that?"

Tsuna | OTA

[dame_tsuna]

[Tsuna rolls into breakfast kind of late, considering he hadn't slept very well the previous night. He'd had the weirdest dream. It had given him the feeling of being both nostalgic and strange at the same time. He feels like there was something important about it, but all he can remember is this little yellow bird....singing a song. A familiar song, even though he's pretty sure he's never heard it before. And maybe... there was a guy too?

He keeps running it over in his mind, hoping that maybe he can just get a little bit more detail. Which is probably why he's frowning at a plate of pancakes that he isn't eating.]

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[Bill quirks a brow, halfway through chewing his own food. Hnn? What's this kid's deal?]

"Look, I'll give you points for creativity but last I checked, humans didn't evolve to the point where we consume food through sight alone."