Lapis Lazuli (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oceantier) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
interstellar55552016-04-09 09:38 pm
oceantier) wrote in interstellar55552016-04-09 09:38 pm
Entry tags:
Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours?
Who: Greg, then open to Agent Apartment residents
What: Lapis confronts Greg about the things she's learned from Steven; life with Agent Apartment residents
Where: Beach, then Agent Apartment
When: Early April
Warnings: Angry blue lady.
A. Closed to Greg - She's waiting there for Greg when he comes -- a blue wraith in the near-darkness, stepping out from behind the rocks when she's sure he's alone. The ocean is restless that night, with a smell of a storm rolling in from the sea; the waves fidget, lashing against the sands in fitful bursts like energy just barely contained.
There are things she needs to discuss with him. She's been waiting.
B. Open to Agent Apartment - With the combination of the city being so close to the sea and the wet season upon them, it's not infrequent that Lapis -- or rather, Luna -- comes to Agent Apartment damp . . . even dripping. Find her when she comes in the door, or when she's dryer (hair much fluffier) and herself again, curling up in a corner of the couch with a minute sigh of what could be pleasure/relief.
She never makes a big deal of her presence; she generally settles in to watch whatever action is currently going on, leaning on the couch arm with a half-smile, her legs tucked up underneath her.
C. Closed to Steven - She gets to see him almost regularly now -- generally later into the evening, when practices are complete and most of the rest of the dancers are packing up or in the showers. Unnoticed, Lapis separates from the others, heading off. (The others are already convinced that Luna is a little stuck up, never staying and talking or going out afterwards with them. Lapis herself has barely noticed.)
She heads off to the designated meeting spot -- a quiet corner in one of the empty practice rooms, readily out of sight of the door. Legs tucked up underneath her skirts, she sits waiting for him, rolling a bit of the fabric between her fingers.
Today there's a woven bag beside her. She's hoping what's inside will lift his spirits.
D. Closed to Frisk - I want to bring him back before Papyrus knows.
The words haven't quite left Lapis since Papyrus appeared in the apartment. At first it's merely something to tuck away -- something to check on with Frisk once they reappear, something to resolve and put aside.
The problem is that Frisk doesn't reappear.
Even that wouldn't completely be a worry; Frisk is often out and about the city, and between their intermittent stops in Agent Apartment and Lapis', missing each other is par for the course.
The bigger problem is that word comes through that Sans has been captured.
And Frisk doesn't return.
Those two facts are what prompt Lapis to move. Though she can't take time off practice, she takes time from the spa, using the extra hours to comb places they tend to be or that she thinks would attract them.
Maybe it's nothing.
But she can't get rid of the echo of the words in her own head.
The warehouse is one of the last places she checks. It doesn't rate high on the list of places she might expect them to be, abandoned long ago and used only for the briefest of intervals. But. She's checked so many other places, and this can't be left from the list.
Her feet are light, barely audible as she steps into the space. The vastness of it stretches over her, around her -- makes her wary. For a moment she lingers close to the door, one hand still on the knob.
Calling quietly: "Hello?"
What: Lapis confronts Greg about the things she's learned from Steven; life with Agent Apartment residents
Where: Beach, then Agent Apartment
When: Early April
Warnings: Angry blue lady.
A. Closed to Greg - She's waiting there for Greg when he comes -- a blue wraith in the near-darkness, stepping out from behind the rocks when she's sure he's alone. The ocean is restless that night, with a smell of a storm rolling in from the sea; the waves fidget, lashing against the sands in fitful bursts like energy just barely contained.
There are things she needs to discuss with him. She's been waiting.
B. Open to Agent Apartment - With the combination of the city being so close to the sea and the wet season upon them, it's not infrequent that Lapis -- or rather, Luna -- comes to Agent Apartment damp . . . even dripping. Find her when she comes in the door, or when she's dryer (hair much fluffier) and herself again, curling up in a corner of the couch with a minute sigh of what could be pleasure/relief.
She never makes a big deal of her presence; she generally settles in to watch whatever action is currently going on, leaning on the couch arm with a half-smile, her legs tucked up underneath her.
C. Closed to Steven - She gets to see him almost regularly now -- generally later into the evening, when practices are complete and most of the rest of the dancers are packing up or in the showers. Unnoticed, Lapis separates from the others, heading off. (The others are already convinced that Luna is a little stuck up, never staying and talking or going out afterwards with them. Lapis herself has barely noticed.)
She heads off to the designated meeting spot -- a quiet corner in one of the empty practice rooms, readily out of sight of the door. Legs tucked up underneath her skirts, she sits waiting for him, rolling a bit of the fabric between her fingers.
Today there's a woven bag beside her. She's hoping what's inside will lift his spirits.
D. Closed to Frisk - I want to bring him back before Papyrus knows.
The words haven't quite left Lapis since Papyrus appeared in the apartment. At first it's merely something to tuck away -- something to check on with Frisk once they reappear, something to resolve and put aside.
The problem is that Frisk doesn't reappear.
Even that wouldn't completely be a worry; Frisk is often out and about the city, and between their intermittent stops in Agent Apartment and Lapis', missing each other is par for the course.
The bigger problem is that word comes through that Sans has been captured.
And Frisk doesn't return.
Those two facts are what prompt Lapis to move. Though she can't take time off practice, she takes time from the spa, using the extra hours to comb places they tend to be or that she thinks would attract them.
Maybe it's nothing.
But she can't get rid of the echo of the words in her own head.
The warehouse is one of the last places she checks. It doesn't rate high on the list of places she might expect them to be, abandoned long ago and used only for the briefest of intervals. But. She's checked so many other places, and this can't be left from the list.
Her feet are light, barely audible as she steps into the space. The vastness of it stretches over her, around her -- makes her wary. For a moment she lingers close to the door, one hand still on the knob.
Calling quietly: "Hello?"
no subject
Alright... Do you want to talk here? Or is Lion... weird, for you?
[Lion, to be fair, is sort of weird for a lot of people. Connie knows she used to be weirded out by him, after all.]
no subject
[But he's also not actively disturbing her or eyeing her or anything else. Just sleeping for all appearances in the sun like a big housecat.]
[Pulling her eyes away, she gives a small shake of the head.] Here is fine.
[She moves towards the couch, perching at one end on the edge of the cushions.]
no subject
So... Did something happen with him? Greg, I mean.
['Mister Universe' wants to come to her tongue, but it feels so strange to say here, now. She's only known about Greg's musical talent from the videos he's shown her and Steven. Seeing it all around the city is strange.]
no subject
We noticed towards the beginning -- some of the musicians seemed to have power. Like . . . when they played, people would start to feel a certain way. Shows started to get more elaborate, with effects that shouldn't be able to happen. And now Greg can heal . . . and more.
[Her eyes come back up to Connie's face.] They're being changed. At least some of them. More than the memories, more than their faces and names. Those places are making them change.
no subject
[Healing, however, doesn't sound like it could be such a bad thing. Right? Fingers kneading into her pants, she tries to think of it like that.]
...Change isn't always bad, right? If it's still them beneath it all- if Greg is still reassuring, if Steven still cares about people, then... Maybe it's not that bad.
[Something flicks through her mind, a fish tail in the ocean of her memories.]
This must be what Garnet meant...
no subject
There's always cost.
Even with the mere fact that Greg, Steven . . . they belong to the labels. It means the labels can do anything they want with that power. However much either of them want to do on the inside . . . they're controlled. They have to do what the labels want.
[There's more to it; Lapis knows what those costs might look like. But she's not quite sure if she can give those to Connie or not.]
[A somewhat sharper look at the meant of Garnet, but she's listening.] Garnet?
no subject
[The two people with robot heads- surely they must know a way to break the musicians from the labels. Connie refuses to believe otherwise. She'll keep holding onto hope that this isn't as damning as it could be.]
We met in a dream. I talked about Greg like I know him, but she was confused because it didn't sound like we were talking about the same person at all. She was talking about magic. [An idea worries at her.] If Garnet knows, I wonder who else does?
no subject
[All the hope and positivity in the world can't erase that fact. The musicians remain in the hands of the executives, and until that changes, anything can happen. It remains a stone in the pit of Lapis' gut.]
[She listens to the rest of Connie's words. Garnet isn't so much of a concern, but:]
The head of Virgo . . . he does. He's assigned Greg someone to train him.
no subject
[Crossing her legs, fingers gripping into her ankles, Connie loses herself to thought. It's a huge problem that Greg both has magic powers and that someone like the head of Virgo knows. She bites her lower lip.]
Maybe... do you think we should get Greg out first? [Hastily, she adds-] Or else it might hurt everything later! And he could help us get out Steven!
no subject
[Though don't think she hasn't thought about it -- just bubbling him and rolling him into the ocean. Could Virgo follow?]
no subject
[Heck- maybe they would have asked people to join their weird music companies instead of kidnap them at all if they were like that. But this is no time for what-ifs.]
There has to be some way to get him away from them... I mean, if there was a big enough distraction, they'd have to stop watching him for at least a moment. That could be our chance.