got your picture; coming with you

[wickedlyable]

Who: Nuclear Parliament
What: Recording shit, welcoming Shinichi to the band, chilling. You know how it is.
When: Throughout March!
Where: NP Penthouse
Warnings: Probably nothing.

Johanna's been moody for the past couple months - fine, she admits it. That party back in December had been quite the damper, to say the least, and the way the band had fallen apart for a few weeks didn't help. Stella had told her not to be so worried, and Jo had scoffed - at the time.

But now the penthouse is starting to get loud again. It's starting to get fun again. With the band back to full strength, five members present and accounted for, their apartment actually feels lived in. And now that Johanna isn't locking herself away as much anymore, that means the place is back to being the home of the best pop punk band in town.

Of course, that means that the penthouse is kind of a mess, between the parties being had and the music being made. But hey - that's the price of genius. Or something like that.

[ mingle-style log; throw up whatever threads you want! ]

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Bar Hopping (or crawling, depending)

[bass_instincts]

As if parties in the apartment aren't good enough, Shin decides he needs to make up for all the time he hasn't been able to party with the band and get to know them by excessively partying with them. After all, the best way to get to know someone is by having drunk confessions in the middle of the night, right?

That, and since he's still young he can get wasted and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed if they decide to record in the morning, so bring on the booze, the cigarettes, and the joints.

[off_the_edge]

Cloud slouches along down the street after Shin, looking around himself as if looking for any excuse to get off this crawl he was on. He'd nominated himself designated driver, with the aim of finding out what sort of a person the newcomer was, and making sure that he was the less talented and charismatic out of the pair of them, and was starting to feel the deep, cosmic loneliness of being a sober person hanging around with someone drunk.

"When are we going to go home?" he asks, massaging his nose between his eyes.

[bass_instincts]

Shin pouts, offering Cloud large puppy eyes, "You're bored of me already?"

[off_the_edge]

"Yep," Cloud explains, shrugging. "Don't see the point of mincing words about it, so I'll just say it like it is - " he flicks a hand through his hair, "I should be frontman. Not you."

There isn't any malice in his tone, or even irritation. It's clearly just a fact to him.

Sorry about my little shit.

[bass_instincts]

Shin is a bit hurt by that, but you couldn't tell by his smile. "I'd say let the better man win, but it seems I've already won."

[wickedlyable]

"Oh, I've missed this." Johanna takes a shot, slamming the glass down on the bar with a resounding noise as she grins at Shin. "Congrats on joining the band, man. Thanks for the excuse to get wasted. I owe you one." That's... definitely the drink talking.

[bass_instincts]

Shin's been matching her shots so far. We'll see how long he can keep that up, "I'm glad to be with you, but who needs excuses to get wasted?"

[wickedlyable]

Johanna snorts, rolling her eyes. "Very true. I've been letting the stuff around here get in the way of dear, sweet, cheap alcohol. Never again."

[bass_instincts]

"I live on alcohol, cigarettes, and weed," Shin says with a laugh. Since it seems that he only turned 16 a few months ago it's likely he started doing these things long before it was legal.

heyyyy <3

[inversekeyblade]

If partying is called for, well, great. If excessively partying is called for, maybe call an officer or, at the worst, the manager to make sure they won't catch heat for whatever could happen. Though.. if booze, cigarettes and joints are what bring band members to the parties, well, consider it like Vegas: what happens here, stays here.

Roxas has been practicing this kind of thing since his time from the start, this mantra at the beginning or not. Soooo... when the newest member, Shin, wants to go on a bar hopping adventure, Hell, Roxas would be stupid not to join in at some point.

And join in he does. By being a jerk, though, joints have no effect on the kind of time any party is about to have, but since they're just getting to know each other, upon hearing/seeing of these things, "Wait... you're going to have those things here, among us professional musicians?"

Heyo

[bass_instincts]

Shin smiles at him, "Why is it so weird?" It was legal, after all, and he's legally old enough to partake, even if he looks 14. He looks over his new band member, "If you try to tell me that professionals never smoke, I'm going to call you a liar."

[inversekeyblade]

This joke isn't going to go far, so he'll cave sooner than later. With a goofy smile, "Yeah.. you got me quick on that one. Hah, nice to meet you informally, finally, and glad to see another join the ranks who knows how to kick it."

Not that this is a thing that's hard to find, but living in the moment like this.. you never know. "Hope you've been practicing." By this he's referring to the sense of both musical and recreational activities of choice, all displayed before them.

Making annoying noises, OTA

[off_the_edge]

Cloud's contribution to playing on the band's songs had rarely come abive the level of sitting up to dink whatever keys he was expected to and spending the rest of the song scowling. Apparently, he's more interested in his solo stuff, which is becoming dangerously self-indulgent, if the droning tape loops and his unseasonably large keytar are any indication. And, hanging on the wall and drawn in red pen, is an occultist symbol - a sort of grid of circles - with annotations and chord symbols.

Someone should probably stop him.

"Oh, the ronin's guard is open,
Thinks that since his heart is broken
He can make the world dance on his strings
Electrical wings
The ronin's taste in opium,
The power that's in your television
He'll ke-ep on calling
Until Detective Joe comes knocking -"

At this point he stops, walks over to the diagram, and writes on one of the spheres 'DETECTIVE JOE - SATAN?'

[bass_instincts]

Shin leans against the doorframe, looking the strange array over. "I'm not one to judge, but what on earth is that?" he asks, nodding to the drawn diagram. Man this guy was weird.

[off_the_edge]

"It's called the sephir..." Cloud starts, and then starts chewing on his pen. Then he pauses again and grows pale.

"I can't remember what it's called. It's nonsense. It's nothing."

He looks at it, holding the sides away from the wall in both his hands, staring at it as if he's just seen it for the very first time. His shoulders shake, a little like he's trying not to laugh.

"Look, it's just not anything," he says, slowly. "I'm sorry. I got away from myself a little." He swallows, and looks over his shoulder, casual again - "do you need the room for practice?"

[bass_instincts]

"No," Shin says looking worried, "I was just passing by." He steps in, moving towards Cloud, "I know I've been giving you a hard time, but... we're in this together. If there's something wrong, we can talk."

*combats annoying noises with--

[inversekeyblade]

If contribution towards the band was a factor as to their member's worth, well,... Roxas would be, at best, dead. Thank God that isn't the case here. But.. he could do better, definitely. And though Cloud is very obviously vying for another purpose, it's still better than not doing a damn thing.

Shit. Roxas should take a chapter out of this book and do a thing on his own, or with someone, or something. Anything to avoid confrontation with the manager. She is, without doubt, a super hot girl but... ouch. Do not want to have that again.

So, hearing Cloud just might be starting something on his own, and by that hearing it himself by following Cloud, Roxas can't help but sneak out of self-interest, or maybe consideration for what may happen to Cloud for what this kind of defiance leads down the road. Living at the same area makes it easy, so, with that in mind..

"Yo.. so, I heard you earlier.. and that stuff is pretty solid. I'd like to work off that, but..." And here he's careful, sitting at whatever-surface is closest enough, not at all trying to appear threatening or domineering, "..I wouldn't be surprised if the label, you know, would have a say against it. But.."

Shifting uncomfortably, and suddenly his voice becoming quieter, for some reason, "I'd like to corroborate with whatever you're doing. I know there's.. something.. happening. Just.. I can help."

Hopefully, Cloud will know what's what. If not, well, eh, at least he tried.

[off_the_edge]

Cloud isn't appearing to listen, and wanders about the room, adjusting his tape loops. Then he switches one off, and looks at Roxas hard through unpleasantly blue eyes. Was Roxas... intimidated by him?

Good.

"Well," he says, "I don't know. Defying the label'd be bad. For a lot of reasons." He traces his fingers back from his hairline - wanting to grab his head, but also not wanting to appear weak in front of Roxas. "But, that said, I like playing with you, and doing what I'm told just doesn't fit my image."

He folds his arms, and looks at Roxas with his head slightly cocked - "You're on board. We can either bring in the rest of the band, or do it quietly and leak it on the Internet. Your call."

[wickedlyable]

Johanna doesn't have a stellar sense of patience on good days. Recently, with how irritated she's generally been at the world, it doesn't take long before she bursts into the room that Cloud is in, scowling at him. "Can you shut the fuck up for more than two seconds, or--?"

She abruptly breaks off as she takes in the scene, her eyes looking over the wall hanging covered in... in whatever that is. She raises her eyebrows, then says definitively, "if you're turning into a Satanist, I will kill you."

[off_the_edge]

"Yeah, no," Cloud says, whipping around in a flash of hair. "Satanists are terrible. Can you leave me alone? I'm trying to get in touch with my own personal imagery."

[wickedlyable]

"No, I can't just leave you alone, because your personal imagery is giving me a migraine from hell," she sneers at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "If this isn't Satanism, then what the hell is it supposed to be?"

for johanna | before they've met shin

[trn451]

[Parker spent much of late February and early March in a state of frenzied inspiration, pulling production on the solo bits she'd put together, and halfway through the first week it occurs to her that she is part of a team. The band deserves to benefit from some of this productivity.

And now that she's actually got the spider, well...

The arachnid scuttles under her sleeve as she knocks on her bandmate's door.] Johanna? You there?

[wickedlyable]

Come in. [ She barks it out from her bed, where she's sprawled in close to nothing, scrolling through her twitter feed on her phone. This tendency to stay cooped up, inactive in her room is probably a sign of something bad, mentally, but Johanna has never been good at listening to warning signs. She looks up at Parker when she enters, raising her eyebrows. ] What do you want?

[trn451]

[Parker very carefully casts her gaze well above Johanna's body, because she is, in the end, a mortal like any other.]

I put together a mockup for a cover of FoB's Radioactive; I figured it'd be good to integrate that Shin guy into the band. Wanna go over it with me?

[wickedlyable]

[ Johanna bites her lip, but it doesn't do much to keep her from smirking at Parker's careful aim of her gaze. ] Sure. [ She moves to sit up against the headboard, gesturing to the space next to her. ]

What do you think of all this reshuffling?