interstellar5555 | 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.

Threaded | Flat

There seems to be a Hitchcock movie going down in the park, and J can't help but intervene. He waits until there's a break in the cloud of birds and heads up behind the bench, putting a hand on Greg's shoulder. "Come with me if you want to live." Okay, he can't resist. After a moment, he adds, "and leave the popcorn behind - it'll distract 'em."

It's funny - coming here now just makes Pinkie think of how little she's been out lately. Partying just isn't really an option anymore. She's not sure she could dance that long, even if her ears would stay covered. She sort of misses it.

When she arrives, it luckily just looks like she's trying out some new accessories; she's spent a lot of time practicing with the head scarves, and her hair is voluminous enough to sort of explain the space where her new ears are. It makes hearing a little hard, but she suspects her ears have actually gotten sharper in more ways than one. It evens out.

"Hi, Greg!" she chirps, sliding into the booth gratefully. Balance is weird, right? "Have you been here too long? I got kinda held up!"

That's a nice beat you have there.

[Pao-Lin certainly looks like she has music on her mind, but really she just came downstairs to get some cafe food, since she may or may not have eaten most of what was left over in the FoB fridge.]

Edited 2016-03-30 03:20 (UTC)

Momo doesn't talk to other people that often, but... she should probably change that, right? Especially with Kido having actually Said Something about them, knowing some people around Virgo way wouldn't hurt.

So when she sees someone having trouble with their music, which is something she's more than familiar with, Momo decides she might as well see if she can help.

"That's a lot of paper." ... It's a start, right? Just sort of... stating the obvious?

[A musical history museum is just what Robin needs. It's so hard to catch up on centuries of cultural evolution when one is not in any way, shape, or form, a part of it. So this is fantastic! She reads everything, and is well on her way to listening to all of the examples in their entirety when an energetic young man catches her eye. At first, she doesn't pay him much mind. A little bedlam feels right. He persists, and eventually she finds herself watching his "performance". Robin hangs up the headphones she'd been listening to- it isn't as if the exhibit will disappear in the next day or two- and makes her way to a nearby bench. It's clear he truly loves music, and Robin is intrigued. Could this be a native musician?

When he seems to finish his most recent air guitar solo, Robin claps, quietly, but with a broad smile.]

Bravo! Encore! You put on quite a show.

[If Greg isn't alone, it's because he isn't meant to be. Meril is looking for him, having tracked him down to the lower level with some surprise. But not much. She knows things aren't well -- and all her power can't do anything to help him.]

[All she can do is be there.]

[So she comes up to his side, but says nothing, merely reaching out to take his hand with hers.]

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B - not too late never too late