☆MINGLE LOG: SOUTH VISTA MUSIC FEST

[interdimanagers]

Who: Everyone!
What: An open mingle log for everyone from everywhere.
When: November 18th-24th, 2054
Where: South Vista
Warnings: Could be anything!

☆THE FESTIVAL Welcome to the South Vista Music Fest! An enormous, weeklong festival with hundreds of bands performing nearly 24/7, the Music Fest is a quarter annual event that celebrates all manners of local talent, both big time and small time. Every band from Pride Records and Virgo Entertainment will have performances to do, including the freshly recruited – you better have your act together, because now is your time to shine! Player bands will be performing roughly once a day, with bands from the first app round predominantly with evening slots and the newest bands with predominantly afternoon slots. There is definitely a hierarchy to the scheduling - Pride and Virgo claim almost all of the prime performance times, while other labels are forced to deal with the leftovers. You've definitely been chosen by the winners of the music industry in these parts, that's for sure. Shuttles will be available to take people back to their relative HQs in their downtime, but they're also allowed to hang out and enjoy the festivities if that's what they prefer. Stuff is happening all day and night, so it's really just a question of how much you can party while still being conscious for your own show. Your managers will tell you that the company CEOs pay extra close attention to this event, so that you need to be on your best behaviour. The festival takes up a massive amount of floor area with multiple stages of various sizes and a large amount of glowy display screens. It's set up on the ground floor of the cityscape, meaning that the suspension roads and walkways above have been programmed to add to the ambient lighting all day and night. ► TRAILER PARK KIDS: For those that just want to chill, there is a massive VIP area reserved for labels to park various trailers for their musicians to hang out in during downtime - one for each band. They aren't quite as big as the tour buses, but they are comfortable and well stocked. Each is equipped with two beds and a bathroom/shower. Pretty much every local band you know of is here, including the notorious Predator. Nose around their trailer at your own risk. ► IN THE SPOTLIGHT: With at least six performances in a span of six days, there is plenty of time for shenanigans to go down both back and center stage. Time to show your mettle, and to hope that some asshole doesn't take all the best food items from the backstage catering tables before you can get to them. ► ATMOSPHERIC NOISE: If you dare brave the storm, there is a massive quantity of merch, vendor, and food booths available for your perusal. Many fans endeavor to spend as much time at Music Fest as possible, and so the space is very lived in, with large groups of people hanging out in well populated lounge areas. Depending on how popular you are, it may be difficult to get around without getting swarmed by your fans. ► DON'T FORGET TO REMEMBER: And all the while, the strange memories continue. The label's newest members will have started to feel strange as of November 6th, and by the time of the Fest almost all of them will be discovering their first memories regains. The first one should be based on the alignment you chose, but the rest can be whatever you want. New character may regain up to 4 memories between their arrival and the end of November.

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Bill Cipher | Vandalism in Progress

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

▲ A.) [Bill was on his best behavior; waist-coat properly buttoned, eye patch secure, trousers ironed-down and gold-tipped shoes neatly polished. Usually it required some form of incentive to get Bill this prepared for something, but there would be no accidentally forgetting his glass eye to freak out the fans today; not for such an important gig. Granted, he didn't have much to worry about. With Virgo guaranteeing them a sweet spot in the line up and hardly any other sax players around, let alone entire bands that could produce the unique sound Vandalism in Progress was capable of, Bill Cipher could practically taste the success. Their gimmicks of audience participation and their unique brand of viral marketing were getting the attention of the public quickly. He even had taken to writing a few ciphered messages on his fan's autographs for the occasion.

Of course, not too many months back, Bill Cipher was in the papers for a different reason. After a tabloid got the news of his being rushed to a hospital after a, ah, misfortune, befell his right eye; the intrigue of who Bill was only grew in the eyes of the media. It inspired urban legends, led to arguments and controversy. All. According. To. Plan.

Details of the investigation were never released, and when inclined to answer, Bill only employed a plethora of puns and jokes. Nevertheless, there were still occasions when someone ballsy enough to ogle him. Like now for instance. Turning on his heel, the saxophonist glances to catch whoever might be staring. WELL? Are you going to own up to it?]

▲ B.) [The man never runs out of energy. When Bill is on stage he isn't just playing sax, he's bobbing his head to the music, drumming his fingers against the instrument in a dance of their own, all while waltzing in place. If the audience isn't dancing, they aren't playing hard enough. Backstage is the only time he appears slightly weary, but it might as well just be hunger what with how quickly he makes a beeline to the snack table.

It's the same food they had at every tour, but it tastes remarkably interesting today, almost as if he has never had it before! Leaning back Bill downs an entire bottle of whatever is next to him, setting down his heavy case.]

▲ C.) [He can hear it again. That laughter. It sounds so similar to his own voice, and yet it's not. The worst part is, he kind of likes it. Like the chaotic force of his music on stage has finally broken free to take a life of it's own and is expressing its unbridled glee. He sees it stretched out before him, not in any known shape but a vast expanse of corridors in grey. There are the voices of a couple children, something about a safe code. The funny thing is, whoever the people were weren't the focus of the dream. All the mattered was seeing everything go exactly as he envisioned it.

They were looking for the code because he planted the idea in their heads. He set up this entire scenario. He. He did that! And soon, all of his work would amount to something. This group of fools were his ticket out of...Huh. Wordlessly, Bill sat up to walk to the trailers.

...He thinks he needs a drink.]

A.

[scalpedsociety]

[Tamara heard the rumors. About the saxophonist so dedicated to his art he cut out his own eye. (Although saxophones normally require their hands, but she has to respect such rock and roll insanity.) Some say it's a publicity stunt, a fitting event to stoke the public interest in him. Tamara wanted to not believe it. 17 years playing in all kinds of bands, and she's never heard of such an act. Also Bill was a genius, that gave him a pass in such things.

So yeah, the elegant middle aged woman is looking at him a little too hard. She can't believe Virgo actually signed him.]

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[Bill turned around, arching a brow in bemusement. He admit he had expected a fan of some sort, not another musician, one from Pride no less.
It's not that he minded people staring. Oh no- he had asked for the attention hadn't he? It's simply that usually that was all they did. Stared and got too skittish to approach. Bill always looked forward to the ones with enough guts to stay. It didn't hurt this one wasn't bad on the 'eye' either.]

"Like what you see?"

[He teased with a quick laugh, turning around to approach with the quiet click of his gold tipped shoes.]

"Let. Me. Guess..."

[He tapped his chin, going through the other bands he saw earlier from memory. It always had been a talent of his.]

"Crown of Thorns, right?"

[scalpedsociety]

[Rival labels or not, you know real artistry (and insanity) when you see it. The man, the infamous saxophonist...]

Yes, pianist. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[Artistry and insanity are definitely something Bill can get behind. How could he possibly ignore an admirer? He reaches out to shake her hand, humming mildly at the praise.]

"And you. Name's Bill! But I take it you knew that already.

So were the pianist hm? You've got a real talent for those keys; I don't hear trills like that every day, let me tell ya!

Now! To who do I owe the pleasure?"

[scalpedsociety]

"Now, now, now. I practice everyday like everyone else." She prefers to be modest here around Bill.

"Tamara. I've followed all your projects, all the bands you've been in." She's kind of a fan.

A!

[costumechange]

{Haru glances around taking stock of her band, making sure Shen's out of the main path and happy with his camera, Celty's holding up a wall and no one is bothering her, Bolin is surrounded by people admiring him, Sans is watching everything with his usual calm, and Bill---Bill looks like he's about to start something. She knew his excellent behavior wouldn't last forever.

Quickly she steps forward, smashing her heel down on the foot of the person stupid enough to stare at him, and elbowing them on accident while she's at it.}

Bill! I wanted to ask you if you could teach me one of the things you're putting on the posters!

{She dismisses the rude idiot utterly without an apology and steps close to her bandmate, looping her arm through his if he'll let her.}

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[He certainly will let her; or rather he won't have much choice, too befuddled to really protest as he is swept away.

Bill attempts a passing glance to identify whoever the stranger had been for later use, but between their form being crumpled over-- good lord, his bandmate doesn't pull her punches-- and the sheer speed Haru was now forcing him to speed-walk to, they were already too far away for it to be worth it.

The question, however, perks him up right away. If there is one thing Bill loves, it is proving how knowledgeable he is.]

"Which part, the crossed out card faces or the cipher text?"

[costumechange]

Whichever you'd rather, but I was wondering a little if I could pick your brain to get you to help me with my own version? I'd hate to steal any of your thunder, but I'm pretty good with numbers, and I thought maybe if I embedded something in fabric measurements or my posts about our costuming...

{Haru trails off, brandishing her free arm with a flourish before looking up at him hopefully.}

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"Oh, OH! I like your thinking, Miura!"

[Yup, his brain is buzzing now. He snaps.]

"You know, the way most people solve a cipher is by halfhazardly swapping letters- but the real way you ought to do it is by giving them a set distance apart.

Sooooo if we want to draw attention to a PARTICULAR number, that can be the solution to how many letters back a code is..."

C

[giglio_madonna]

[There's another person hanging about the trailers, and Luce at first just glances at the man because he catches her eye. Just like that, however, her 'hot mess' sense is going off.]

[She's seen worse, of course. She's met Xanxus for one thing. Still, she smiles over to him.]

You look a bit rough, dear. Do you need help with anything?

C <3

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[At first Bill doesn't respond, mindless in the pursuit of liquor. He steps up the stairs of the trailer-- probably one that isn't even his. Is it yours? Virgo stocks them all the same anyway.

...The “Dear” part is what stops him, and he holds the door open for the girl should she be inclined to follow. “Dear.” It sounded so oddly maternal. Bill honestly can't recall the last time, if anyone ever used that phrase for him. When is the last time he spoke to his own family anyway?... If he thinks about it he can see scores and scores of them, but none of the images hold any actual meaning. He must have memorized the people off the tv or something. One of the drawbacks of an unnaturally good memory, he supposes. That.. That's all this is.]

"I just need to know what happens next."

[He answers through clenched teeth, seeming to be having trouble popping the cork on the bottle in his haste.]

[giglio_madonna]

[It is FoB's, in fact, and Luce follows after just to make sure nothing ridiculous happens while she's around to prevent it.]

For what?

[She lets him work with the bottle a little longer once she gets a look at it. After a little bit of searching, she pulls out some very specific glasses and... a water carafe? She fills it up and, when it seems like he's still having trouble, holds out her hand.]

It's absinthe. If you don't mind the wait...

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[..'For what?' Not 'why?' Not 'what are talking about?' Not 'get out of my trailer you lunatic.']

"Because--! I know everything! I'll bet in at least five alternate realities you ask me the same thing!"

[Yet he doesn't know 'for what'-- and he can't bring himself to admit it. Apparently he has some grand master plan that is so secret even HE doesn't know WHAT it is!! GAH! At her words the blonde's eye drifts dumbly to the bottle. He sheepishly hands it over.]

"So it is. Heh. You Flower over Bones don't skimp on the good stuff."

[He gauges her reaction, testing if his guess is right.]

[giglio_madonna]

[Her reaction is a simple at ease smile.]

It's two adults in a band with teenagers, even if they are rather lovely. We're allowed a little indulgence so long as we don't end up in a field somewhere nude.

[Undoing the cork, she pours the appropriate amount into the two glasses.]

You might want to sit down and catch your breath until you can tell me more about everything and alternate realities. This is going to take a bit, anyway.

[loveconservative]

[Well. She won't lie. She is looking. She's young and dumb.

At least the girl who's staring is kind of cute. And if she's caught, well, there's no point in tact.]

Is that just a part of the costume?

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[There's a smirk hidden in the crook of his mouth. Huh, a kid this time, hm? So much for a brawl, but this could be fun too.]

"Well I don't know,"

[Bill crouches his long-limbed form down to his knees to get a little closer to eye level and slowly lifts the triangular eyepatch up to reveal his glass eye. There it sat. Solid gold today; it was rather pretty, in a... grotesque sort of way.]

"You tell me."

[loveconservative]

[She blinks and jerks back in surprise.]

I was just asking! [Jesus no reason to scare her. Or get in her personal space.]

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[Ah, now that was a good reaction. Pity Bai Shen wasn't around to snap a photo of it.]

“Hahaha! And I'm just showing!”

[Sorry Nia, Bill has no concept of personal space-- as was probably apparent were you to look at any photos of him with his band and the fact he uses every one of them as occasional headrests-- still he backs off with a breathy chuckle.]

“Relax kid, It ain't as bad as it looks. You get used to it.”

[He casually pops it out to juggle in his hand, fishing a small case out of his pocket with the other.]

[loveconservative]

[She falls back another step with terror.]

You're just doing this to be cruel!

A

[losingherhead]

[Ugh.

Bill.

She's leaning against a wall, per usual, casually sipping from a cup of soda. Yeah man, she's definitely staring. But can you prove it?

A

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[Oh, but bandmates get a free pass, don't you know that by now, Celty? Whatever excited tension Bill exhibited at the premise of a fight quickly dies down at the sight of his bandmate.

Unabashedly, he removes his eyepatch in a show of solidarity. Okay, even he himself for sure didn't know what lay beyond the mask, but if Celty was disfigured as he was, what better way to coax her out of such concerns than to flaunt his own carelessly? Of course the key difference between them was that Bill did not mind the attention. He chose this life not that anyone would ever find out Celty had not.]

"You know~ When you're standing motionless like that, one might think you're staring."

[He leans in closer, not that he'd see anything anyway. To a passerby it might almost look as he was ready to rip off her helmet, but Bill knew better. As handsy as he was, he wouldn't dare touch Celty. It's said more in jest than any obvious flirtation.]

"But with all this in the way, how's a guy to tell?"

[losingherhead]

[Aren't you forward. She casually keeps drinking, using her little sippy straw as a sort of "induction port" for her helmet. Despite her attempts to look casual, she can't help but tense up slightly at him showing off what's beneath the eyepatch. Yeeesh.

She reaches into her pocket and casually pulls out her phone, typing idly.]

Kind of the point.

one day I will be able to write a bill tag that doesn't go off on a rant |D sorry

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[It's just not fair how much you hide from him Celty! Don't you realize Bill thrives on reactions? Her band mate isn't backing off just yet, slipping into one of his lower storytelling voices.]

“Is it? In my experience, people might say they like to remain unnoticed, but I think secretly, just ever so often, they're hoping they can get caught. So someone can goad them into saying what they won't normally say, coax them into being able to do something they wouldn't normally do. Just provide One. More. Reassurance. they aren't slipping into the void~"

[aaaand the stupid grin is back.]

“Good thing I'm always watching! Anyway, you know how to get someone's attention when ya want it, don't ya Celt?!”

[He shrugs. Easing into a more relaxed posture.]

“So! What? We doing an equipment check or somethin?”

Don't sweat it!

[losingherhead]

[This guy. She's once again thankful for the helmet, hiding her uncomfortable expression.]

Feel free to hold any opinion you like. [Not that she could stop him.]

You could say that. [Now that he's backing off, she relaxes slightly, a little angry that she showed even that much reaction. That's what he wanted.] Pretty soon here, I wager. How long do you think we wait for Sans before giving up?