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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 looked around first, to see if there could be anyone else nearby that Garnet was trying to talk to. And when she didn't see anyone, Molly looked at Garnet again and pointed to herself. "Me?"
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"So, how're you enjoying being part of the Pride?"
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She lifted her gaze, cautious, wondering if Garnet would understand. Surely, she'd seen some of the scary things that had happened, had witnessed band members suddenly being fired. Perhaps she'd even had bizarre recurring dreams.
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"I think I can understand exactly what you mean. Its been overwhelming recently, hasn't it?"
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"Very overwhelming! I heard a little about the ghosts."
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"I probably sound like a mad woman right now. But those dreams...have you ever wondered, if they were more than that? If...they were something else entirely, not dreams?"
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But Rei was the one that had told her, and Molly respected Rei. And she respected Garnet, too.
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Or had she been at all?
This was all getting a bit weird. But, at the same time, Molly wanted to know more, to learn about the dreams she'd been having, and the specific girls in them. Those eight other girls, and her being the ninth... To her, finding out about them was very important.
"I think you're right," she finally replied after a lengthy pause. Then she looked up again, eyes searching Garnet's face. "So then, if these are memories... what does that mean?"
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Seditious things, she was saying. But, Molly wants answers, and she knows she needs to provide what she knows.
"Who knows why, other than to make us play music for them..."
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So, what now? It wasn't like they could just ask the labels if they were brainwashing them, right? That would be bad, might result in them getting fired. And Molly doesn't want to be fired. She likes her band, likes singing, likes the music. She has a feeling, though, that Garnet isn't done.
"How do we find out if they're really doing that? What are you gonna do?"
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A pause.
"I...know I'm asking a lot of you. You're new, and this is probably...insane! But if you want in, I'm not going to say no."
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At the same time, Molly wanted answers just as much as Garnet did. And if the record labels were behind this whole thing, then what better way was there to get answers? She inhaled deeply, looking around to see if anyone could hear their ridiculous plan. But they were still very much alone.
"...Would it only be us?" She wanted to know the risks involved. Right now, it sounded like Garnet was desperate for other people to help her out. Molly might not want to stick her neck out if it was just the two of them. But if there were more people, people whom she could rely on participating... that was a different story.
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God, what was she even doing?
With another sigh, Molly's grip tightened around Garnet's hands. "I'll do it. I'll help you." She didn't even know how she could help, but she would do something. She was determined to at this point, especially now knowing that Pinkie was going to be there.
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"All right," she nodded again, downing the rest of her drink in one go. Yeah! This was kind of exciting! And scary! Then she got up out of the booth. "I'll see you soon."