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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[off_the_edge]

"No, the papers," Cloud mumbles, without really knowing why he's saying it out loud.

--the most incredible man I've ever seen! Like no-one else on the Planet - strange and fascinating. I'm strange and boring, and I want people to look at me like how I'm looking at him. I cut out all of the articles about him and the photographs and keep them under my bed, even though I can't work up the nerve to look at them again with Mom around, or she'll think I'm weird.

"Have you ever seen a ghost?" he asks. There's a slowness that suggests this is an important question.

[bass_instincts]

"I'm not sure. I lived next to a graveyard, and sometimes...." Why did he just say that? Did he live next to a graveyard. Of course he did. He just hadn't thought about it in a while. It's not like it was something that came up often, right? He can't quite remember anything about it though, like the name of the place is at the tip of his tongue, like he should know it.

And this is the first time he's actually felt that strange sense that something was off. He's not about to say anything, but there's an uneasiness on his face that could just as easily be from admitting he may have seen a ghost.