002 ✽ Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream

[giglio_madonna]

Who: Everyone stuck in Virgo HQ
What: This happened, and now we're all stuck here.
When: Nov. 1 - 5
Where: Virgo HQ
Warnings: Honor system, I'm trusting everyone to put warning in the subject lines if it comes up in their threads!

So.

Press events? Not happening. Concerts? Cancelled. Going out at all? N o p e.

Everyone- well every newbie- is ball and chained to Virgo Entertainment's headquarters for the time being. What's the emergency? No one knows, but you're all stuck here regardless.

> What will you do?

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[panspermia]

[Greg chews on the end of his pen for a second, before he starts flipping through pages.]

I'm thinking she's some sort of... ancient warrior, protecting Earth. Like real ancient, predating humanity, and now she's begun luring people to her, to judge if we're worth saving from the Vitreous--that's the eye thing.

[Even though he's making her up out of nothing, it feels really important that he has to get her story right. Finally, he produces a page for Krieg to look over, a loose chord progression noted down next to the lyrics scrawled there.

Her eyes are full of pity
And burning deep with rage
A battle's in her dance steps
Our city is her stage

Woah,
Salvation may come at her hand
Yet mercy isn't blind
She's seen into our very hearts
And she is of two minds]

[pecsonpecs]

Huh--nice.

[Greg seems like he's got the story on lockdown, so he's not going to touch that. But what he does work on--taking the notes and taking them to the keyboard to wrangle out the chords to match the cadence of the song.

But what he really beats himself over is the bridge, taking a break every so often to look over Greg's visuals before going back to it. A couple hours later, he cackles to himself delightedly, then brings the tablet and its attached headphones.]

Here, what do you think?

[panspermia]

[ Leaving each other to their own devices for a while, Greg's been doing his best to wrangle out another stanza. He welcomes the moment to focus on someone else's progress.

He listens to Krieg's work a few times over, closing his eyes to envision it put together with what he's got. Eventually, he pops one ear free, and looks to Krieg with a somber expression. ]

This is going to sound so cool, man.

[pecsonpecs]

[Krieg's expression falls.]

You say that, but what's with the look?

[panspermia]

[ He taps at his chin, still very serious. ]

We've got something explosive on our hands here. This sort of power could blow minds. We have to use it responsibly.

[ so very serious ]

[pecsonpecs]

[tryhard]

Please, Greg. You underestimate our fans. You think they'd stick by us for this long if they didn't have the constitution to handle our best?

[panspermia]

[ He sets his jaw, and takes a deep breath. ]

You're right. I have to believe in them, just like they believe in us. It would be criminal to keep such righteous beats away from them.

[pecsonpecs]

That's more like it. Come on, let's see what else we can bring to perfection.