L U C ┼ F E R (
stylistic_disloyalty) wrote in
interstellar55552015-10-26 11:32 pm
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001 ┼ AND TURNING ALL AGAINST THE ONE
Who: The Hazed Pride Bands
What: Don't get even, get ahead.
When: October 26th
Where: Pink (inside Pride headquarters)
Warnings: Carnies.
For the rest of the week, Luci was uncharacteristically silent on her social media and in the suite. She smoked a lot, thought a lot, ground her teeth a lot, and eventually decided that thinking about shit like this wouldn't answer any goddamn question. She'd have to go straight to the source.
In the morning, there's a mildly crazy-looking note shoved under the door of each of the bands caught up in Predator's spree. It looks a lot like this:

Nothing to worry about, obviously. She signed it-- that's practically courteous.
Luci is in a back room of Pink well before seven, but refuses to say anything or even stop smoking until seven sharp. At which point she gently pinches her cigarette out and stands up. "Anybody who's late will just have to get filled in later or figure it out as we go-- we start talking about this now.
"The only reason Predator was able to pull the shit they did last week was because one, we weren't ready, and two, they have seniority. I'm sure all of us would gladly stand up and shove their fancy award ceremony trophy right up the arses for all we care about seniority dictating talent. My suggestion is we remind them of that fact.
"But even I'm not arrogant enough to ignore when our numbers don't match theirs. We can talk all we like about surpassing them, growing to be better eventually, but unless we do something significant, something unprecedented, they will always be chuckling smugly behind their stun batons.
"What I'm talking about is a joint EP. Each group produces one song about last Sunday, we compile them, create an album that sells five times as many copies as when we release individually. Everyone's listening base grows instantly, Pride is making money, maybe one of us calls in their favor from Predator and asks them to plug their band's new song. Not a lot to ask, they probably won't even realize the entire damn album is a collective middle finger until it's sold out everywhere.
"If we're going to do this, it depends on two things. First-- we are a collective front. If you're going to be a wuss or whine about being on the same collection of data as someone else in this room, you can put your tail right back between your legs and piss off. This is bigger than band lines, this is three assholes thinking they're safe at the top and we're going to pull them down together or not at all. If anybody needs a reality check on how feasible it is to take down a veteran group when you're the new kid on the block, see me after class. Second-- if any of you motherfuckers breathe a word of this to Predator, or anyone who would pass it up the line before we're ready... Well if I don't find you, at least four other people know where you sleep."
Luci lets that hang for a moment-- that's really the key flaw in all of this. She trusts the Carnies well enough, it's everybody else in the room who's a wildcard to her. "Questions? Lay them on me. Otherwise, discuss with your mates if you're in and let me know. We want this out quick, a week turnaround max so the rumor mill doesn't catch up with us." She leans down onto the table in front of her, arms wide, a smirk that embodied mischief and rebellion on her lips. "Come on you bastards-- you really going to turn down the chance to make them sweat instead of us?"
((OOC: Create individual/band toplevels to discuss! Badger Luci! Or, idk, just have a drink and watch. 8]b S'all good~ If a band decides they're in on the plan, either get Luci's attention on her toplevel or shoot me a PM to get added to the list! Depending on how this goes, more logistical-shakedown later.))
What: Don't get even, get ahead.
When: October 26th
Where: Pink (inside Pride headquarters)
Warnings: Carnies.
For the rest of the week, Luci was uncharacteristically silent on her social media and in the suite. She smoked a lot, thought a lot, ground her teeth a lot, and eventually decided that thinking about shit like this wouldn't answer any goddamn question. She'd have to go straight to the source.
In the morning, there's a mildly crazy-looking note shoved under the door of each of the bands caught up in Predator's spree. It looks a lot like this:

Nothing to worry about, obviously. She signed it-- that's practically courteous.
Luci is in a back room of Pink well before seven, but refuses to say anything or even stop smoking until seven sharp. At which point she gently pinches her cigarette out and stands up. "Anybody who's late will just have to get filled in later or figure it out as we go-- we start talking about this now.
"The only reason Predator was able to pull the shit they did last week was because one, we weren't ready, and two, they have seniority. I'm sure all of us would gladly stand up and shove their fancy award ceremony trophy right up the arses for all we care about seniority dictating talent. My suggestion is we remind them of that fact.
"But even I'm not arrogant enough to ignore when our numbers don't match theirs. We can talk all we like about surpassing them, growing to be better eventually, but unless we do something significant, something unprecedented, they will always be chuckling smugly behind their stun batons.
"What I'm talking about is a joint EP. Each group produces one song about last Sunday, we compile them, create an album that sells five times as many copies as when we release individually. Everyone's listening base grows instantly, Pride is making money, maybe one of us calls in their favor from Predator and asks them to plug their band's new song. Not a lot to ask, they probably won't even realize the entire damn album is a collective middle finger until it's sold out everywhere.
"If we're going to do this, it depends on two things. First-- we are a collective front. If you're going to be a wuss or whine about being on the same collection of data as someone else in this room, you can put your tail right back between your legs and piss off. This is bigger than band lines, this is three assholes thinking they're safe at the top and we're going to pull them down together or not at all. If anybody needs a reality check on how feasible it is to take down a veteran group when you're the new kid on the block, see me after class. Second-- if any of you motherfuckers breathe a word of this to Predator, or anyone who would pass it up the line before we're ready... Well if I don't find you, at least four other people know where you sleep."
Luci lets that hang for a moment-- that's really the key flaw in all of this. She trusts the Carnies well enough, it's everybody else in the room who's a wildcard to her. "Questions? Lay them on me. Otherwise, discuss with your mates if you're in and let me know. We want this out quick, a week turnaround max so the rumor mill doesn't catch up with us." She leans down onto the table in front of her, arms wide, a smirk that embodied mischief and rebellion on her lips. "Come on you bastards-- you really going to turn down the chance to make them sweat instead of us?"
((OOC: Create individual/band toplevels to discuss! Badger Luci! Or, idk, just have a drink and watch. 8]b S'all good~ If a band decides they're in on the plan, either get Luci's attention on her toplevel or shoot me a PM to get added to the list! Depending on how this goes, more logistical-shakedown later.))

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"Just fuck off alright!"
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He wasn't really expecting this, though.
"What-- hey, guys, what the hell!"
He runs over, reaching down to grab Maxxie around the waist and pull him off Jamie. At least it doesn't look like they've hurt each other too much (partly because this might be one of the saddest 'fights' he's ever seen).
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"Just stay the fuck away from me!"
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"Stop being such a fucking prick!" he spits. "Get your shit together and quit pouting about everything!"
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"Okay, seriously guys, calm down! What even happened here? We're supposed to be on the same side, right?"
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Maxxie gestures wildly as he shouts, glaring at Jamie but making no movement to get back to him and start the shoving again.
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He comes up behind Jamie, putting only a very small distance between them as his face contorts into complete irritation. He heard their yells, he knew they'd gotten a little physical just from that. But still-
"What the hell are you guys screaming about? You look like you're about to jump at each other's throats! Cut it the hell out!"
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He slams the button for their floor and leans against the back wall, crossing his arms and seething.
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Once he's gone, Jamie bursts out, "What the fuck is his problem?", as though this little incident had been entirely one-sided.
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He gets up hurriedly to find them, and it doesn't take him long what with the yelling. His mood instantly drops, though his worry spikes about ten fold.
Maxxie needs to be alone, that much is clear, and Sora already sent the text on the off-chance he actually wanted to talk. So this meant he could direct his attention to Jamie as he walks up to the group, giving a bewildered glance to B and Yosuke as well. However, Jamie's the one practically with steam coming off of him, so this seems like something that needs to be addressed and quickly. So while Jamie's still sending death-glares at the elevator, Sora sort of mimes to B and Yosuke by pointing to Jamie, then fanning himself, then pointing behind him with a thumb, mouthing Gotta get him to cool off.
"Uhh.. You know, I'm hungry. Jamie, why don't we head out and get some pizza or somethin'? We could bring some back for everyone."
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"There's a pizza joint not too far from here. We could walk there. I think we all need a little fresh air."
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"Sounds good." He casts a glance at Jamie. "You coming?"
His voice pretty clearly implies which of them he thinks needs it the most.
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But while he's still furious, he's not incapable of reading between the lines, and while part of him bridles at the attempt to get him outside and calmed down, he's not entirely sure that they won't all gang up on him if he refuses. He utters a little snarling noise and runs his hands through his hair.
"Fine. Sure. Whatever."
Lead on, guys.
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He kind of wants to ask why exactly Jamie flipped his lid, but at the same time he's got a feeling he knows why. So he keeps quiet on that subject, arms folding over his chest as he leans against the back wall of the elevator.
"Well, come on, time's a wasting. It'll close soon if we don't hurry."
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Sora's grateful to have the other guys' help, though none of them seem particularly in a good mood. Not that he blames them. He slides into the elevator after Yosuke, shoving his hands into his pockets as he waits, pretty quiet but with a reassuring smile to anyone who gives him a glance.
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"What?" he demands, not quite in a snap. "I just want him to be on board with this instead of slinking around feeling sorry for himself. You heard what she said, we can't have people fucking off and letting this get out." He glares at his bandmates as though this is a perfectly reasonable explanation for berating and assaulting Maxxie.