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interstellar55552016-02-16 01:30 pm
twoscompany) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-16 01:30 pm
Entry tags:
LOOKING FOR SOMEONE
Who: Garnet, Koumei, Molly, Pinkie, Greg, and Jamie
What: Where Are They Now? The Scoobies Come Together!
When: February 19th
Where: A club booth/Lesedi and Edward's offices later
Warnings: The characters in this log will be getting in trouble with the labels, so brainwashing, injuries and torture, implied or otherwise, is very likely.
It started with a simple text that evening. Well, no, that was wrong. It started with a knock on the door that morning.
Garnet had wanted to check on Nariko, on all of her bandmates. All that responded to her was silence. She kicked open the door, and was met with nothing. As if the bedsheets had never been used, or the bed even slept in at all.
Nariko - the girl she saw as a daughter, their lead singer - gone. For hours she sat on that bed, her hands over her face. Once the tears dried, however, she balled her fists and stormed out of the penthouse. She wound up here, at this club, typing on her cell phone, a grim expression set on her face.
Pinkie, Koumei and Greg. If others were at the club, and wanted to join in, fine. She didn't think there would be others, though.
P3nn Station. 8pm. I'll pay.
Its a sophisticated little place, a jazz club with a good clientele, a good waitstaff - and a good chance they will be left alone for the most part. She might be asked to perform. Otherwise, though, the guards could have their own drinks, and she would be able to talk freely with those who came.
If they came. As time ticked away, she knew her idea was contingent upon people arriving, much less be amenable to it. If this didn't work out, well - this was a nice club. She could come here again in the future.
What: Where Are They Now? The Scoobies Come Together!
When: February 19th
Where: A club booth/Lesedi and Edward's offices later
Warnings: The characters in this log will be getting in trouble with the labels, so brainwashing, injuries and torture, implied or otherwise, is very likely.
It started with a simple text that evening. Well, no, that was wrong. It started with a knock on the door that morning.
Garnet had wanted to check on Nariko, on all of her bandmates. All that responded to her was silence. She kicked open the door, and was met with nothing. As if the bedsheets had never been used, or the bed even slept in at all.
Nariko - the girl she saw as a daughter, their lead singer - gone. For hours she sat on that bed, her hands over her face. Once the tears dried, however, she balled her fists and stormed out of the penthouse. She wound up here, at this club, typing on her cell phone, a grim expression set on her face.
Pinkie, Koumei and Greg. If others were at the club, and wanted to join in, fine. She didn't think there would be others, though.
P3nn Station. 8pm. I'll pay.
Its a sophisticated little place, a jazz club with a good clientele, a good waitstaff - and a good chance they will be left alone for the most part. She might be asked to perform. Otherwise, though, the guards could have their own drinks, and she would be able to talk freely with those who came.
If they came. As time ticked away, she knew her idea was contingent upon people arriving, much less be amenable to it. If this didn't work out, well - this was a nice club. She could come here again in the future.
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She brushes her hair on the side, careful not to disturb the hat covering her third eye. Ok, yes, she can do this. She can confide in Greg. She knows she can.
"Nariko's gone. It's time." Maybe be a little more specific. "We've got to figure something out."
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"What do you have in mind?" She has something, right? He's been hoping for a chance to take action for this sort of thing for a while, but ideas have never been Greg's strong suit.
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"I want to get into her office. I want to find out where those who were fired went." She takes a deep breath. "I want to know. I need to know they're ok. Especially knowing what that woman does. If I can figure that out..."
She knows its insane. Dangerous. She doesn't care.
"...I won't let her just take more people...and hide from us where they are...!"
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"You saw what she'll do to people poking around." He knows that won't deter her. If anything, it'll spur her on. There's been too much of this to ignore.
"What can I do for you?"
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She trails off, and shakes her head. Sighs.
"Look. I don't know what will happen to me. To anyone who decides to go with me on this. But the most important thing is to make sure Steven's safe. That he'll be ok. That he won't be fired. In the end, as long as he's safe, as long as he has someone who can look after me. I don't care what happens to me."
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A waiter brings him his drink, and Greg takes a moment to stare into the glass. He's lost so many band members, too many friends, to whatever it is that's going on here. Steven put himself in danger to set those things free, whatever they were. Greg can't keep claiming there's nothing he can do, when things are happening all around him. Can he?
Something's rising inside him. Something scared, and angry, and determined. He looks up at Garnet, and tips his glass. Without a thought, when he speaks, the words come out as a melody.
"I may not live to see our glory...
but I will gladly join the fight.
And when our Steven tells our story,
he'll tell the story of tonight."
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She quietly raises her glass, before she even realizes it.
"Let’s have another round tonight.
Raise a glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell us...
I'll raise a glass for all of us."
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"Surprise them with the gall of us,
Toasting the glory of tonight."
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"Raise a glass to freedom
Something they can never take away!"
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"No matter what they tell us.
Let's have another round tonight."
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"Let's both raise a glass to us.
Tomorrow there'll be more of us."
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Somewhere in the club, a handful of people echo the words, somber and soft. "We'll tell the story of tonight..."
No one seems to notice or mind, as though it were a natural part of the conversations they were already having.
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At this, Garnet pounded the table. Yes. Yes, let's do this. Get pumped up!
"Do you know the enemy?
Do you know our enemy?
We've gotta know the enemy...!"