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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.

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It's hard to say if Bill has any desires that are strong enough to distinguish or if the entirety of his person is just one big blanket of undefined sin- regardless, the only thing Bill wants at the moment is to know why this guy keeps staring at him.

Bill is used to catching attention; he made a point to be. While he usually was eager to use such moments as a chance to start a fight, however, this was Luce's place and Bill promised to be vaguely respectable... That doesn't mean he can't indulge in a little friendly contest, of course! Bill makes a point to stare right back, making a game of seeing if the guy is still watching while making his way across various parts of the room. He eventually deposits himself into the backwards empty chair right near the stranger, arms resting against the back of the chair.

"You do know it's a lot easier for me to win this than you, right?"

"Not if I do this," Ankh replied, uncurling enough to bring his right hand up. It almost seemed eager, the way it moved and turned, the eye on the palm looking at Bill even though that was a little silly. It was a tattoo after all, and everyone knows that tattoos don't really see, even if the hand almost seemed to be leading the way and not being moved by impulses from Ankh.

He sighed and dropped his arm, rolling his shoulders back and lifting his chin up. The crest of blond curls fell forward to cover his eyes but he seemed almost annoyed by someone getting close. Or maybe he was just putting on airs.

"What's up with you?"

Bill lifts up his eye-patch to stares impassively back at the tattooed hand with his glass eye. You see? Two people can play this game!

"Says the guy using his hand like a periscope."

Seriously, you're out-weirding the guy who currently makes a reputation for himself by being weird, what does that say about you, buddy? Bill doesn't know whether to be annoyed or impressed. Ah hell! Why not both? His lip curls into a thin smile.

"But to answer your question- Lots of things! But enough about that-- In my experience, people often stare because they want something, the QUESTION IS, do you actually know what said thing is or not?"

"Tch."

Nope, that glass eye doesn't even make him flinch. Ankh could just show off a bit more then let his arm do it's thing, but what would be the point? It wasn't like he can show off anything more then a Core of the way his hand acted like it was a separate being from time to time.

"A lot of people want a lot of stuff, but you don't really want so much stuff, right?"

Bill's eyebrow twitches, temporarily thrown off by the question.

"Oh, there's plenty I want."

Stopping time forever, total dimensional domination and being a literal God just aren't exactly easy concepts to visualize; especially when some nice brainwashing is burying the thoughts deep in the back of your skull, blurring them together into something practically unreadable. He shrugs.

"But hey, I'm famous, got plenty of material possession already. I'd rather go for the metaphysical rewards in life, if you get my drift?"

Bill folds his hands beneath his chin, looking thoughtful.

"All right, I ask a question you ask a question; truth's the name of the game. Interesting guy like you got a name?"

Just a hint, just a tease, but it wasn't right, not like what he feels through the others. His right hand twitches, fingers curling as if puzzled and he rubs the palm, pressing his thumb against the eye and acting like it was just a nervous reaction. Just when he was starting to get this feeling on knowing what to expect from people, he had to run into someone like this who just didn't read right.

How irritating.

"Like what? Trying to start your own religion?" Like the tabloids didn't have enough fuel to push their rags around with. "Ankh."

"Hehehah; something like that. You know I run the Illuminati, if you believe my fans!"

Hey, he never said his answers had to be detailed; just involving some form of truth! Bill winks. Here, he'll throw in a freebie.

"Name's Bill, by the by; Bill Cipher! So, Ankh, you ask everyone you meet these kinda questions?"

"If you believe my fans, I'm a caring and sensitive guy who hides my gentle heart behind my gruff exterior."

Nope. Never believe what a fan says about anyone because fans can eat anything the label throws at them all in the name of sales. They might be slightly right when it comes to Ankh, but he was finding it less and less in him to care about anyone he hasn't deemed as his.

"Only people who can match my stare."

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