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006 ✽ Get Down

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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"Oh, dear." Luce's voice is all sorts of appropriately sympathetic. "Don't let Sans do it, he'll make a song composed entirely of puns and bad jokes."

...For the wrong thing, maybe.

She keeps going, finally seeming satisfied with the mix and starts to add some blueberries into it. "Well, if you really need someone to work with, I'm sure I could convince the rest of my band to pop by now and then." A quick glance about just to see where Angel is, and she gestures Bill to come closer so she can murmur to him.

"Besides, I might have lied to your manager about doing such a thing already."

No, in this instance Luce has her priorities entirely correct.

"Ohhhh it's not the jokes I mind. We have a 'punderstanding' about them."

A little number borrowed from Greg. Sorry Luce, he's in on the horrid humor train too. Choo. Choo. A pained laugh.

"More that I'm not looking forward to another twenty minute solo when he’s late to a performance."

A missing trombone section here or there isn’t too noticeable but the lead is a whole different story. And Bill loved attention.

"It’s that or we take one out of Pride’s book and yank some sucker off the streets. I mean you can probably get a good idea on someone’s vocal range is, based on how loud they scream."

The jazz musician blinks before a wide grin slowly spreads across his features.

"Well, well, well that sounds like something that ought to get us outta the fire."

FoB and ViP may not be the most harmonious of mixes but whether they collaborated or not, Nyla believing they might and that some form of plan was in the works should lessen the pressure on the Electroswing group considerably. Bill goes silent for a moment. He feels like there is some two word phrase based on gratitude that starts with a “Th-” and ends with “ou” he ought to be expressing...

"You sly minx."

Close enough.

She'll accept that.

"I'm glad you've realized that." There, this should finally be good enough. Time for more pancakes to add to the small hoard that is being started up (and devoured) in the FoB penthouse. As the batter hisses at touching the pan, she gives a hum. Now that she has Bill sort of alone, this might actually be a good time to ask a question that's been on her mind.

"With a name like yours, you wouldn't happen to know different codes, would you, Bill, dear?"

"Hehehe! Seen some of our marketing, have you?"

Nothing intrigued a ViP fan quite like having to sift through Bill Cipher's numerous tweets and trying to crack the hidden messages within in order to learn about secret shows and leaked album titles. The loyal ones at least.

"Atbash, Caesar, Vigenere-- I know plenty! Yeah, now and then I admit I'll find something new, but when I do, it usually doesn't take me long to crack it."

Greg's interesting attempts at melodic communication and their subsequant conversation using said tecnique after had been proof enough of that.

"Anyway, I might ask you the same question."

Bill reaches into his coat to procure the solstice greetings card Luce left on his doorstep; holding it neatly pinched between his fore and index finger.

"This ain't no junior jumble~"

"Oh, that little thing?" Luce's tone is pretty casual for having made a puzzle holiday card. To be fair, it really isn't anything extraordinary as far as she's concerned.

"It's only a word scramble, in Italian." Not a proper code, but definitely tricky for anyone not bilingual. "But I was thinking of something that doesn't require another language to understand."

Another grin is flashed back his way. "But did you like it?"

He returns that smile, mirroring her expression with just an hint of added deviance.

"Would I still be carrying it around with me if I didn't?~"

Yes. He liked it very much.

"In a sense all ciphers are is a different language, but I got ya. You're looking to hide something in plain sight. What you've gotta ask in that case is just who do you want to find it."

"Oh, just a cute boy~." Her voice rises in a sing-song way, clearly tugging at Bill's leg. Luce continues to bustle around the kitchen, half because she really does have things to do and half because she wants to double check on Angel's position again as she moves.

"He's very clever as well. If there's anyone who could appreciate a good cipher, I'm sure it's him."

She means that in multiple ways, Bill's surname being what it is.

"WELL in that case I wouldn't worry much! Guys like that are always trying to take apart the world around them. Whether you intend to set up a puzzle or not, they'll find it."

Bill's eye darts to follow Luce's movements. Something seems off, but it isn't exactly easy to piece together.

"...And if he isn't smart enough to find it, he isn't worth your time."

All the same, Bill lowers his voice conspiratorially and begins rummaging around for a pen and paper anywhere in the room... It's probably best to help him if Luce doesn't want too much mess.

"Your standard Numeric Cipher should fit the key. Numbers are everywhere in our society; Price tags, building designs, locker combinations! It's easy to break them apart into something non-distinctive, but form a bigger picture when it's all put together. Easy to hide, quick to recognize if you know what to look for."

"Don't scare away all my suitors, Bill," Luce murmurs back, grinning. That's probably going to be taken as a challenge, isn't it? Whups. Oh well. At least Koumei lives at Pride. That means Bill can't torment him as easily.

Fortunately for Bill, there's always plenty of paper and pens about in the FoB penthouse. Doctor needs something immediately on hand when he's hit by creative surges. It happens a lot.

"My, that sounds quite handy. I suppose it's the kind of cipher that's always been around then, hm? Numbers have probably been around for as long as humans could add one and one together."

“Probably even longer!”

Bill is on a roll, hardly looking up as he begins writing out the basic rules to the Cipher, idly listing the three basic ways numbers were found in society in a random fashion on the page.

“Just because humans remember making something, it doesn't mean the idea didn't exist elsewhere first! When a symbol makes enough impact at some point in its existence, it echoes throughout the Universe, defying the laws of space and time to retroactively create itself; assuring its own longevity, which-”

Without even being aware, he finds he has connected the listed points... into a triangle. Bill stares at it for a moment, mouth going dry.

“Which...is... lucky for us! You don't get much closer a Universal language than you do with this one. Your intended audience is sure to notice; all you have to do is feed them the key.”

...Well. That's mildly concerning. Leaving the rest of the kitchen to doctor to make sure that nothing burns down, Luce abandons her post to come up besides him. All the talk about the cipher is very fascinating, don't get her wrong. There's just some concern here.

A delicate sniff. Nooo, he doesn't smell like absinthe or other illegal substances with a notable scent. Not that it means much, but still.

"Didn't defy the laws of space and time in your head, did you, Bill?"

"Hehe, OH I WISH!"

Bill allows Luce to... do whatever she is doing, with a wavering expression. Really, Luce? After everything he has said, it's not the 'blood of the innocent' or his directions on 'how to manipulate and control the mass media through shoddy journalism' that gets you second guessing his sanity? At the very least, the change mood has Bill finally able to tear his eye away from the drawn triangle. The hand still holding onto the pen quivers.

"Wouldn't you? You can't tell me you haven't at least thought about it before. Never tried to imagine something unimaginable, just to see if you could?"

Bill, she had a good chunk of that conversation with you while you were on absinthe. It never hurts to make sure that you didn't have a morning pick-me-up just for funsies. Less 'sanity', more 'intoxication'.

Shaking her head in amusement, Luce makes sure that the oven isn't catching on fire real quick again. "Well, if you can imagine it, than it becomes imaginable at least for you, doesn't it?"

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