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

[sailorgenerous]

The gloves had caught Rarity's eye; she'd asked him what had happened, and she was about to offer some fashion advice...and then he replies. And her expression drops.

"Well," she says, utterly affronted, "you don't have to be vulgar about it."

[exhumerus]

Wow, she's a live one, isn't she? Sans's eyebrows raise in amusement, apparently sort of surprised at her violent reaction.

"C'mon pal, y'know, 'boning. Like trombining? It's my instrument!" he says, being completely obtuse. "Pumping that slide takes a lot out of a guy."

[sailorgenerous]

Rarity watches him guardedly as he explains. Well, that does make sense, even if it is completely classless-

And then he follows it up. She makes a disgusted noise in the back of her throat.

"If you ever plan on having a civilized conversation, do let me know," she tells him haughtily, then turns pointedly away. She knows this type: he wants attention, and when she doesn't give it to him, he'll be begging her for it. All she has to do is outlast him.

[exhumerus]

"What isn't civilized about trombones?" he asks, raising his hands as if in exasperation, though he's grinning all the while. "I just don't see what the problem is. You hearing something I'm not? You gotta walk me through this one, lady."

[sailorgenerous]

Oh, no, she is not falling for that. Rarity remains turned away, hands folded in her lap. Replying now would be stooping to his level, and she refuses.

[exhumerus]

Except, Sans's interest isn't even going to hold that long. After a moment of her staring away, he shrugs his shoulders and spears something off of her plate with a fork.

"Fair enough."

He eats it, and looks back to his own food.