Thistle and Weeds

[dishevelment]

Who: Cosmic Indulgence, Junkyard Carnival, their friends, and YOU
What: Things have changed in recent weeks, personally and professionally. People need to meet. Things need to be discussed
When: Latter part of March
Where: All around Vista City
Warnings: Carnies, Squalo, etc. Things get wild with these guys.



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[dishevelment]

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[...Perhaps he was taking too long in the bathroom.

The shower was the only sound breaking the utter silence that befell Koumei's mind as he blindly stared at his own reflection in the mirror, not fully comprehending what he was seeing-- and knowing in his gut that this was more real than anything he had seen thus far. A vicious looking scar, starting under his ribcage and extending over his chest, was apparently his souvenir from a misspent night on the town celebrating Squalo's 23rd birthday. He had met with those strange men with the helmets, but he couldn't quite recall the details of what happened in his own drunken haze...

Now he knew why.

Eyes wide and his breath held as he thought over that battlefield and his overwhelming sense of surprise that dominated the scenario, he gave no thought to the notion that others might want to use the bathroom at 2 in the afternoon.

And the water was starting to go cold.

Perhaps knock? He needs it.]

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[A distraction. That was what he needed and, while it wouldn't make anything right, it would certainly make the immediate moment a little more tolerable. Thus, Koumei took to the town to do a little shopping and freshen up his wardrobe for the spring. With his hair tied back into a messy braid and a wide brimmed hat upon his head, he felt like he had made a decent disguise for himself. The wide sunglasses added to it-- and helped hide his own emotion as he looked through the racks.

While he favored the boho prints and loose cuts, he knew he would need to find something a little different in order to keep people distracted from his new little problem. Scarves were part of the order of the day, as were smarter looking jackets to replace his loose hoodies and some button up shirts in fresher colors to replace the old.

Spring was a time of change-- and he certainly needed it.]

3

[Later in the evening, Koumei could be found at Brad's Diner nursing a thick, chocolatey milkshake as he poured his focus over his scattered notebooks and journals-- ostensibly songwriting, although it could have been something else. His writing at some point had slipped into something fluid and unrecognizeable that could have been construed as Arabic, but it was impossible to tell. The writer himself gave the change no thought, and the characters flowed from his pen as naturally as water flows down a stream.

He needed to get some of these details in concrete form, just in case he was misunderstanding something, and he needed to have it in a format that he could possibly share if he found that he needed a second opinion.

This was all too much for one mind to handle, even one as keen as his.]

[vivelarevolution]

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[Sabo is playing the guitar about as obsessively as he played his drums. Though he plays those, too, making sure the percussion is just right for any new drummer they might acquire or so the others know just where the beat is, he doesn't like to leave anything to chance. So feel free to find him anywhere in the Cosmic Indulgence penthouse on either instrument, paper coffee cups and notes strewn about him and a look of almost desperation on his face]


2

[likewise, Sabo can be found around Pride HQ, practicing. Sometimes the same riffs endlessly. On occasion he'll be looking out the window seeming morose with a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers. He's not usually one to mix up his stimulants and depressants, but he figures this is a special circumstance]


3 [When Sabo isn't playing around HQ, he is roosting nights at the Black Chat cafe, a blues and jazz bar that lets him come up on stage and entertain the crowd between sets. In this case, he's mostly on the guitar. Though he's wearing sunglasses and dressed all in black, ostensibly in disguise. When he gives over the stage to the band, he'll go to a little table b the shadows, eat pretzels and write write write in his notebook]


[for whatever choice, however, it's evident that Sabo's gotten into a fight --or rather is healing from it with a split lip, a couple of bruises-- and not a black eye but close enough. It's probably nothing, though, and you shouldn't worry about it]

How the bands got brought together... maybe =\ // OTA

[ace_of_hearts]

Cosmic Indulgence:

[So the first step after leaving Sabo alone, physically that is, not forever, is meeting all of Sabo's bandmates. Because CLEARLY SOMEONE needs to apologize to them for the noise, the ruckus, the insanity, and putting up with the cantankerous asshole of a "musician."]

[So literally everyone in Cosmic Indulgence is getting a polite knock at their door and an introduction from Mr. Topless & orange cowboy hat himself. Because this is a Tuesday.]

[For anyone who doesn't respond, they get a polite message slid under their door reading:]

"Plan to kidnap blondie and make him pretend to be less of a loser. 7 pm, wear clubbing clothes. Sorry for the imposition of his presence in your life."

[It isn't signed, and "blondie" isn't the best description. Oh well, if you're curious, mystery note writer is almost certain to explain himself at that time. Although he could also be completely ignored as a random prank. Whichever.]

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Junkyard Carnival

No like I seriously need some help. I don't want to go away to prison for life, and I've never had my self control wear this thin. But it's okay, I have a plan.

[It's not okay. NOT AT ALL OKAY. Ace wants to kidnap the most annoying person we all know and hate love love to hate. And why? WHY IN GOD'S NAME YOU MIGHT ASK?]

[To torture him.]

[No really.]

[NO REALLY.]

[But at least it's a legal form of torture. He wants to force Sabo to go clubbing or drinking, or out in some sort of social way to make friends. Because at least friends have an automatic social obligation to keep him from getting killed. And Ace isn't kidding, he really wants to kill him. He just hasn't because he knows he'd regret it. Having a conscience and awareness of consequences is terrible guys.]

[So who's with him now that you've heard this idiotic idea of a "plan"?]