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interstellar55552016-03-27 11:27 am
panspermia) wrote in interstellar55552016-03-27 11:27 am
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My window's painted shut
Who: Greg Universe and OPEN
What: You gotta appreciate the little things when you've made it big
When: Late March
Where: Various Places Around Vista City
Warnings: nah
A. OPEN
It's been a while since Greg's hung around in the Virgo common spaces; he often holes himself up in the Virgo penthouse, but he's trying to get himself back in the songwriting groove with different workspaces than his room. He hasn't been nearly as productive lately--his career and band is the last truly solid thing he feels like he can protect, so he can't keep letting himself wallow.
Piles of crumpled paper strewn around him are a good indicator of how that's turning out. Greg raps his pen rapidly against his notebook, frustrated and tired. Everything feels stilted and forced. Why is it suddenly so hard to feel passionate about things?
B. OPEN
When it comes to museums, Greg prefers natural history over art, but the public archives in the lower levels of Virgo are pretty pleasant to hang around and people watch. He appreciates the displays of musical history as something largely separate from everything else here.
He might be appreciating it a little loudly. Sorry, he has trouble not air guitaring or humming along when he's got headphones on. Like this is a music museum, it's okay to be loud here, right? Yeah?
C. OPEN
With the first days of spring, Vista has gotten its first real bouts of warm weather in months. Even with the ground still wet from rain, people are laying down blankets in the park to enjoy the sun. Some people might find the pleasant atmosphere marred by the small crowd of birds flocking a nearby bench, pigeons and seagulls impatiently harassing its occupant.
"I've only got so much popcorn, guys," Greg insists to birds who neither comprehend nor care. He thought throwing out a few kernels was harmless, and now he's got some type of feathered mafia glaring him down. A seagull gives an impatient squawk, flapping its wings by way of threat. "Geez! All right, all right!" He tosses out another handful, sending them into yet another flurry. He is trapped. There is no escape.
D. Closed to Pinkie
Greg doesn't drink a whole lot nowadays, but this place has good bar food, and private booths to talk. Given a few hours later at night, this would have been the sort of party place the two of them would have usually run into each other, last summer. He only just realized how long it's been since they got to talk in person.
What: You gotta appreciate the little things when you've made it big
When: Late March
Where: Various Places Around Vista City
Warnings: nah
A. OPEN
It's been a while since Greg's hung around in the Virgo common spaces; he often holes himself up in the Virgo penthouse, but he's trying to get himself back in the songwriting groove with different workspaces than his room. He hasn't been nearly as productive lately--his career and band is the last truly solid thing he feels like he can protect, so he can't keep letting himself wallow.
Piles of crumpled paper strewn around him are a good indicator of how that's turning out. Greg raps his pen rapidly against his notebook, frustrated and tired. Everything feels stilted and forced. Why is it suddenly so hard to feel passionate about things?
B. OPEN
When it comes to museums, Greg prefers natural history over art, but the public archives in the lower levels of Virgo are pretty pleasant to hang around and people watch. He appreciates the displays of musical history as something largely separate from everything else here.
He might be appreciating it a little loudly. Sorry, he has trouble not air guitaring or humming along when he's got headphones on. Like this is a music museum, it's okay to be loud here, right? Yeah?
C. OPEN
With the first days of spring, Vista has gotten its first real bouts of warm weather in months. Even with the ground still wet from rain, people are laying down blankets in the park to enjoy the sun. Some people might find the pleasant atmosphere marred by the small crowd of birds flocking a nearby bench, pigeons and seagulls impatiently harassing its occupant.
"I've only got so much popcorn, guys," Greg insists to birds who neither comprehend nor care. He thought throwing out a few kernels was harmless, and now he's got some type of feathered mafia glaring him down. A seagull gives an impatient squawk, flapping its wings by way of threat. "Geez! All right, all right!" He tosses out another handful, sending them into yet another flurry. He is trapped. There is no escape.
D. Closed to Pinkie
Greg doesn't drink a whole lot nowadays, but this place has good bar food, and private booths to talk. Given a few hours later at night, this would have been the sort of party place the two of them would have usually run into each other, last summer. He only just realized how long it's been since they got to talk in person.
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"Nah, just got here myself. Hope you didn't have any issues?"
He leans his elbows on the table, smile tired. "I'm just glad we could meet up. It's good to see you." His misgivings against Pride have been inexorably growing lately, but he can't ever bring any sort of ill will or suspicion on Pinkie.
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Pinkie trails off, glancing over her shoulder. She's afraid that if she ditches her security too often, they'll just get worse, so she didn't bother this time. Instead she asked them to watch the door for paparazzi. They're staying over there, but she has to wonder if it's really because that's the only way she could get out. "Stuff's been happening all over." That's a depressing thing. She should try to be a little more upbeat. "Steven's doing good!"
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"That's good to hear. I know he was pretty ill for a while." Even if the security can't hear them specifically, he shouldn't talk about his involvement too much in public.
"What about you? I know it's gotta be weird, being the oldest in that group. You've always been pretty, uh... young at heart." His smile is gentle, but worried. Everyone's stressed, but while Pinkie is a great and reliable friend, he never got the feeling she was best at being responsible for people.
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It's more than weird. She was never prepared for this - being the oldest person in the band was one thing, but it was never meant to carry this much weight. Normal bands don't have to go through this sort of thing, right? "I don't really...know what to do, a lot of the time. But I guess nobody does?"
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There's a big difference between taking care of kids, dealing with all the crazy weirdness that's been happening around everyone, and doing both at the same time.
"It's sort of weird. For all they talk about how different the labels are, it sure seems like we keep running into the same problems."
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It's funny, too, that it's all the new bands going through this, isn't it? Unless maybe the older ones did too and just...got used to it.
Pinkie leans on the table, resting her chin on a curled fist. "I think they're pretty much the same thing really. They just like different kinds of music."