feels goodman (
agains) wrote in
interstellar55552016-04-25 11:04 pm
♫ our image is based on this broken city [open]
Who: Keith & Hue! I mean, you! But also Hue if Hue wants to.
What: Finally giving a goddamn solo performance, that's what. But really, an excuse for duets!
When: Nebulous End of April-ish, let's stick it on the 25th?
Where: Le Chien Noir, a quiet little venue you'd expect a hipster to drag his theremin to
Warnings: tl;dr and game meta coming out our ears? will update if necessary.
His friends are gone -- not dead, as the whispers say, but alive according to ghosts. Somehow that makes sense. It has to make sense, because the alternative is accepting that his friends are dead.
He is Keith Goodman, King of a reality TV show, preoccupied with wind currents because he seems to be able to control them. He is under Virgo's thumb, tracing Orion every time he looks up at the stars, thinking about the dog he left behind. He worries about comrades he would trust with his life, but still cares truly and deeply for everyone in Vista City.
He is fragments of men, stitched together somehow, and he will allow his strings to be pulled one last time. Le Chien Noir has offered him the stage for the night and he cannot decline. But he will sing from his heart.
What: Finally giving a goddamn solo performance, that's what. But really, an excuse for duets!
When: Nebulous End of April-ish, let's stick it on the 25th?
Where: Le Chien Noir, a quiet little venue you'd expect a hipster to drag his theremin to
Warnings: tl;dr and game meta coming out our ears? will update if necessary.
His friends are gone -- not dead, as the whispers say, but alive according to ghosts. Somehow that makes sense. It has to make sense, because the alternative is accepting that his friends are dead.
He is Keith Goodman, King of a reality TV show, preoccupied with wind currents because he seems to be able to control them. He is under Virgo's thumb, tracing Orion every time he looks up at the stars, thinking about the dog he left behind. He worries about comrades he would trust with his life, but still cares truly and deeply for everyone in Vista City.
He is fragments of men, stitched together somehow, and he will allow his strings to be pulled one last time. Le Chien Noir has offered him the stage for the night and he cannot decline. But he will sing from his heart.

POSTFORMANCE:
Water, that is.
And if you watch closely enough, if his bodyguards aren't looking, occasionally his glass may seem to float...?