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?

Comments

[connivingbird]

Really? What did Ivan do? Try to kill himself?

[It was a random sounding question but Ankh was interested. There was something up with the way some of their band members disappeared or otherwise seemed to have special doctor sessions for no reason.]

[giglio_madonna]

Oh, no!

[Do not even joke, Ankh.]

No- he just got so sick, he's had to go get treatment... I suppose it's worrying enough to get past the lockdown.

[connivingbird]

[He has a bad habit of making light on things he shouldn't and it shows when he makes a face and rubbed his forehead.]

Sorry. It's not been a good time at all lately.

[But... his tattooed hand twitched, fingers curling in and somehow he was thinking of something else, some other memory Do you want him to die? He can't live much longer without me. and then it was gone.]

I don't trust these treatments people have been getting.

[giglio_madonna]

It's been... a bit uneasy, I agree. I can't get any word on what he's going through...

[Rubbing her hands over one another, Luce shakes her head. Positive. She has to think positive.]

But I'm sure the label wouldn't do anything to hurt any of its stars, not on purpose.

[connivingbird]

On purpose or not, I just don't trust it.

[He didn't like doctors. He wasn't fond of medicines either. To him, the whole mess seemed more like a scam then actually helping a person.]

It seemed to happen at a weird time.

[giglio_madonna]

A lot of weird things have been happening lately...

[There's a pause before she forges ahead.]

Have you noticed? Even before the job downstairs.

[connivingbird]

Like what? The way some people were acting during the awards ceremony?

[Ankh wasn't going to actually come out and say it. Not only was he getting more and more certain that there was something wrong going on, but he was just not sure if anyone would believe him. He saw something out of a horror movie or so he thought. He didn't need someone to get the wrong idea and try to scoop out his brains.]

I thought that was some party favors circulating or something.

[giglio_madonna]

[Another person who experienced something at the awards ceremony...]

I don't think there were any kind of party favors down in the basement.

[connivingbird]

No, there wasn't.

[He could tell her a few things, but that may not be a good idea. The dreams were the hardest thing to talk about and he just shifted slightly pouting at the floor.]

I don't think there was at the awards ceremony either.

[giglio_madonna]

[And that's the problem.]

What do an awards ceremony and an eerie basement have in common?

[connivingbird]

Us.

[No hesitation, though he does look at her out of the corners of his eyes. It might come out that something wasn't right but he couldn't say, not really.]

There is something about us that might be triggering this stuff.

[giglio_madonna]

Really? Well... I suppose you're not wrong.

[Maybe that's something to keep in mind...]

Musicians in general, do you think, or just those who joined around the same time?

[Because... That was a large surge of musicians during the summer, wasn't there?]

[connivingbird]

They do say artists are a bit high-strung and we're the newest bunch for the labels. I wouldn't be surprised if we're all creating a kinda negative energy from getting this famous this fast.

[And if Luce believed that, Ankh would eat his shirt.]

[giglio_madonna]

The only time I've been getting nervous has been this whole lockdown business.

[Although, for some of the younger artists, she doesn't doubt they are nervous... But there's obviously more to it than that.]

Nerves don't start off a chain reaction of unnatural experiences.

[connivingbird]

I never said that it does, only that we could explain it that way.

[He just shrugs at the suggestion; he didn't believe it himself only that he was looking at some reasons in case someone from higher up asked him stuff.]

[giglio_madonna]

True...

[Luce rubs at her face.]

There's so much I'm worried about and want to ask, but I think I'm getting just a little fidgety stuck in my room like this.

[connivingbird]

I think there are a lot of us that feel the same way. We're probably not gonna get locked away forever so just try to hold on for a couple more days, okay?

[giglio_madonna]

Considering we have performances and interviews and all that to do, I would certainly hope they'd let us out eventually.

[connivingbird]

If not, well, what would be the point of us doing anything then?

[giglio_madonna]

The internet is the future, you know. Watch as we do all our performances online.

[connivingbird]

Ugh that would be a joy and a half. Bad enough that half the time we do any photos we get to watch them airbrush away.

[giglio_madonna]

What do they photoshop away for you? Of all things, I think they're making my hips larger whenever I get a glance of the finished product.

[connivingbird]

They like removing my tattoos or make them smoother looking, and sometimes they draw in lines when I know I'm not that buff.

[Look he is a tiny blond guy with a bunch of tattoos and while he is strong, he isn't as crazy strong as some pictures attempt to make him out to be.]

[giglio_madonna]

But your tattoos give you so much character!

[One of the most interesting things about him, and they try to remove them. Luce clicks her tongue disapprovingly.]

[connivingbird]

Yeah, well, if they think it would make them more money, they'd turn me into a girl or play up the girlish features I have as well.

[Character or not, there are people who felt that his tattoos did not fit the image of a clean cut leader of a pop band.]