i want another life (don't hold your breath)/i want another chance (but you can't swim)

[riveres]

Who: Oscar and YOU!
What: Some days in the life of absurdly pretty dancer.
When: April 8th-11th
Where: Various places, check prompts for more details.
Warnings: Not much, but will warn if it gets weird.

APRIL 8th | VIRGO HQ | spies on the inside

It was sometime around the end of daily practice when it was announced to the dancers. Virgo and Pride bands were going on a joint tour around this world. He had heard about it from Gold and Silver first and the more it was talked about, the more ominous it sounded. The rest of the dancers, actual Vista City natives are gleeful and naive to the truth, excited about the news and even hope for getting in the fest on May 5th, but Oscar almost looks grave at the news.

Silver told them that the rescuers have a time limit to get as many people out the labels clutches as they can or at least sow as many seeds of doubt as possible in the brainwashed. And here in the one of bellies of the great argumentative twin-headed musical beast, he feels the clock tick more oppressively here.

But sure enough Oscar... or Severin stays nearby HQ when practice is done. Even hanging about the cafeteria, watching for any Virgo artist that comes over.

He is going to try and do what Silver ordered them to do.

APRIL 9th | SPA | FOR LAPIS: i meet her in my dreams on the moon/i visit her

He likes his work with Lapis at the Blooming Lotus. She's a pleasant girl (or sentient blue alien rock with a elegant appearance) to have around and the spa is peaceful, worn in and camera's aren't allowed. (Thanks to that stint on tv, some people notice them. Much to Oscar's chagrin.)

But the peace has a tension in the air now. Lapis knows a person at Pride and two others that she hasn't told him. She must be feeling the clock ticking even more louder and stronger than he does, during a brief break he may stand near her, wordlessly asking for a conversation.

APRIL 10th | THE MALL | i know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine

The mall, despite it's crowds is actually a perfect place to keep to yourself and watch other people, particularly musicians. It's moments like this that he sometimes think Vista City wouldn't be a bad place to stay, no one knows him here and no can find him. He looks like any other teenager (also he's sort of retro in his tastes) that hangs in the mall right down to the outfit to iced green tea latte in his hands. But fellow rescuer might notice him... or a musician, or simply a person that recognizes him from TV.

APRIL11th | WILDCARD

[ooc: got an idea? hit me up on plurk at pashchan

Comments

Mall

[sponsorigami]

[ Ivan thinks he's getting fairly good at sneaking out of Virgo without a bodyguard tailing him, which actually makes him nervous that Virgo is playing some kind of game with him. He shouldn't be able to do this. He knows he has a chip in his head that tracks his location. Ivan feels like he should have been caught by now. A hoodie will only do so much.

At least he sticks to mostly public places, nowhere that could be a secret rebel base or anything like that. He's not endangering the people who are trying to rescue them... he hopes.

Then he spots a semi familiar face and decides to move closer to talk. ]

Hey... You're... Um...

[ Well, they hadn't actually talked at all. Ivan was more concerned with not making a social fool of himself... which he did anyways. ]

Er... s-sorry... I was at the Fairy Trials, and I... um... saw you backstage...

[riveres]

[He raises up his head, a fellow fluffy haired dude in a hoodie.]

I saw you too.

[You bumped into me and strange things happened.]

[sponsorigami]

[ Yes, Ivan started to stare at a wall and pretend he didn't exist. And then someone bumped into him hard, and Ivan just got up without worrying about finding whoever knocked him down.

And Ivan struggles to find the words he wants to say and ask. ]

How... did your trial go? I didn't get to see them all.

[riveres]

It went fine. Didn't make it to the finals, but I'm ok with it.

[He came over there and did what he had to do.]

[sponsorigami]

I barely did, but I wonder if it would have been better for me to have not...

[ He got banged around quite a bit by the more enthusiastic contestants. ]

I almost want to call you lucky for not being there.

[riveres]

Sounds like it was a tough time.

[sponsorigami]

It was. I wouldn't have thought the Princess and the Pea fairy tale could be so... intense.

[ Ivan sighed. ]

The tabloids liked the special though. There were so many articles about it.

April 9

[oceantier]

Lapis has been quiet since the announcement of the world tour -- quiet and elsewhere, far away even while her hands are working, sorting through towels, restocking essential oils, checking temperatures on the saunas. She's woven through people all day as though they're merely part of the landscape, never quite making connection or even eye contact.

Even as Oscar approaches her on break, her fingers are busy -- sorting, folding, and stacking washcloths just out of the dryer, the stack of them still warm and puffy soft. She doesn't see him immediately, not even as he pulls close; she's been in her own world all day and doesn't break through it now.

[riveres]

Sometimes a noise is needed to break through the intense focus.

"Lapis..."

He knows why she's gone in thought.

[oceantier]

The sound of her name so close -- particularly her real name -- startles her, sending a jolt through her hands. Her face twists upward towards him.

[riveres]

He doesn't mean to scare her.

"... I'm sorry. It's just you looked out of sorts."

[oceantier]

She's Lapis . . . by nature she startles, unnerved by sudden noise, especially close. It's a natural state of being, but not something she blames him for.

A quick shake of the head, and she lowers her eyes back to the folding. "I'm thinking about the tour."

[riveres]

"Everyone is." But she's thinking even harder, he knows.

"Have you figured what to do for the person you care for?"

8th!

[alleato]

It's been a hard day for Dino, distracted as he has been since the competition show sent him into an odd spiral of curiosity and rethinking things with regard to what he knows and doesn't know. Squalo and Finnick and Xanxus... All of them have planted some weird seeds in his mind that he's following up on slowly but surely.

Today, practice got the best of him. Why does Hue & Cry need dancers, anyway? He's not sure, and maybe he's faintly hoping it's a mistake. But still, he goes around to each and every dancer he sees to let them know he appreciates the work they're doing.

Somehow he misses Oscar as first--oh, sorry, Severin--but once he's already seated with a meager little protein shake and a small salad, he sees him, and generally looks mortified that he somehow didn't see him sooner.

He waves him over, inviting him to sit.

[riveres]

Because Indie bands need fancy backup dancers silly. (Actually, no. And if August were here, he'd question how 'indie' they are right now if they need this for their music.)

'Severin' mostly keeps to himself unless spoken to during practice. (Even though he's one of the better known dancers in Virgo thanks to Fairy Trials.)

It's the tattooed Italian man that liked his audition, and he immediately goes over to him.

"Dino, good afternoon."

[alleato]

Indie bands got it goin' on. Dino thinks that rehearsal went well, at least, so he's smiling. One of the best dancers out there, and Dino had somehow managed to miss him. For shame.

"Hey! You were in our set?"

[riveres]

"I was. Folk music doesn't seem the traditional sort of music to be danced to. Maybe I just wanted a challenge." Oscar replies.

"How have you been?"

[alleato]

"You did ballet before, though, right?" There's a nice sigh from Dino, completely satisfied.

"I'm impressed with everything they have planned for this, but I guess I'm nervous, too."

[riveres]

"Studied for most of my life until there was other plans." And it's the truth too.

"Suddenly going all over the world after just a few months of playing music like this... has to be tough."

The Mall

[psyvampexperiment]

It's just after the soon to be Sawbones, né Sariel, had made his big announcement, and the initial reaction from the public, while he expected some level of backlash, he's decided a little retail therapy is in order. He might be seen passing through, a bag from a bookstore under his arm, the skirts of his mantled coat trailing behind him, his guard following close behind, maybe even closer than usual. And with good reason: the passersby aren't exactly thrilled to see him, and a few catcalls and razzes from them might arise... From the tense posture of his neck and his bowed head, he might be starting to think this trip wasn't such a bright idea...

[riveres]

He's heard the news. It's a really stupid name, but honestly the man is covering up one persona with the other, he can do whatever he wants. So he starts after him, trailing at least some paces away so he isn't noticed.

Creepers gotta creep.

[psyvampexperiment]

He doesn't seem to notice Oscar, as he seems more focused on keeping to his path, heading for the food court.

"Hey, Doctah, saw this!" some hooligan in the crowd calls out, lobbing a cardboard soda cup at the pale gent's shoulder. Thankfully, the cup bounces off, but splats open on the ground.

"Was that really necessary?" the pale gent murmurs, as his guard turns on the interloper....

[riveres]

Wow, the people in this city are stupid.

So Oscar just stands watching this whole mess unfold.

[psyvampexperiment]

Taking a cue from the goon with the cup, other fans start lobbing other things: more cups, crumpled bags, even a shoe. The mall security has gotten involved, but they're a bit hard-pressed trying to hold them back. Sariel might glance in Oscar's direction, but he seems to be looking through him, not at him, his gaze in that thousand yard stare.

[riveres]

Holy hell that escalated quick. Oscar hates to say this, but he sort of feels sorry for him.

All this man did was change his name to something questionable.