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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[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?"

[off_the_edge]

Cloud gives an extended shrug.

"It's not my fault you can't understand art," he says, crossing over to a particularly obnoxious grinding tape loop and turning it up. He shouts over it, "Open your eyes. We're Flashstep in bondage pants."

[wickedlyable]

What the everloving fuck. Johanna stalks over, turning the tape down pointedly as she glares at Cloud. "Look, teenage angst might be your thing, but try not to be so fucking annoying about it, okay? And as edgy as you're trying to be, you're forgetting that we're much hotter than Flashstep, so your analogy doesn't even make sense."

[off_the_edge]

Even though he's desperately trying to look like he doesn't care, Cloud can't help jolting as she touches his machine - "Watch out, that's vintage!"

Then he composes himself, satisfied she hasn't broken it.

"You know what I mean," he says. "There's a reason why Roxas got hooked up with this group at the same time I did. They've got universes and universes of musicians -" Literally. "So why me otherwise?"