System Crash penthouse mingle.

[magic_to_do]

Who: The members of System Crash
What: Hanging out, discussing new projects, the latest gossip, and whatever else.
When: The day after the awards ceremony
Where: The band's assigned penthouse in the Pride records building.
Warnings: They're perky and largely annoying? None.

[That party had been all kinds of interesting and exciting and honestly a little weird. But regardless, Trucy is all kinds of pumped up to get going on her band's next project. Right after delicious gourmet breakfast of course. Having private chefs is seriously the best thing ever. But after that she'll be poking around the penthouse for her bandmates.


Hey guys! Band meeting! We've got awards to win! Let's get this show on the road!


[Not that Trucy has any authority here. Feel free to ignore her though in favor of movies, video games, sleep, or whatever. There's a lot of cool stuff in these penthouses after all..]

Comments

ota i guess? getting my grimy loser fingerprints all over everything

[blindfoldcode]

[It's gonna take a few tries to get Kido to realize anyone's talking to her. She might be in the common area, but she's got stereo headphones firmly placed over her ears, and her bass in her hands. She's strumming absently between notes that must sound much different when there's no amp or synth--it's all going right into her ears.

She had a long night. It's comforting in a way.

But whenever someone manages to get her to pay attention she's going to move to a couch and flop into a comfortable corner.]

... Does this place feel way too big to anybody else?

[tigermillionaire]

No.

[Tiger answers, laying on his back on another couch, holding his phone up above him while he dicks around with it.]

[blindfoldcode]

You're gonna drop it on your face. [It's said with a friendly enough tone???] What are you doing?

[tigermillionaire]

Some jerk from Greg Universe's band is dissing the color orange.

[So, obviously, he has to get right in there immediately.]

[blindfoldcode]

Dis his face back. [Kido that is not mature.]

[tigermillionaire]

[Being immature is right up Tiger's alley. He flips over onto his belly on the couch.]

Already did! Well, sort of. I called his poetry bad, because it is.

[magic_to_do]

Are you kidding? This place is awesome!

[Trucy has explored every nook and cranny by now.]

Have you seen the hot tub? We seriously have our own hot tub!

[blindfoldcode]

What the hell are we going to do with all... this? Though?

[magic_to_do]

Whatever we want! I mean, I dunno about you, but I can't wait to give that hot tub a try.

[blindfoldcode]

Well, it might be relaxing, yeah... [It did look nice but...]

[magic_to_do]

And did you see how big the closets are? I'm gonna need to buy a lot more clothes just to fill mine up.

[Because obviously filling the closet is essential.]

LATER IN THE DAY...

[tigermillionaire]

He’s been trying to work out a tune for the last few hours, and it just hasn’t been working for him.

There are lyrics somewhere on the tip of his tongue, and a melody in his thoughts, like a whole song is waiting to pour itself out if he can just find the tap. But he can’t. It’s leaving him feeling pretty raw, too, because after the night before he feels like he desperate needs an outlet that isn’t just throwing a major league fit.

Though that ends up having to do in a pinch, because his angsty song writing section mostly just devolves into his laying on his face and pressing the same key on his small keyboard over and over again like he’s hoping that will make a song happen. Or maybe he’s just trying to make everyone else as annoyed as he is. It’s not always super clear, with him.

But why would he be doing it in the common room unless he was looking for some kind of attention?

Re: LATER IN THE DAY...

[magic_to_do]

How's it coming?

[She asks as if it isn't obvious.]

Want some help?

[tigermillionaire]

[He presses the key one more time, holding it in place, until gradually letting it go. A moment later, her muffled voice speaks from where his face is pressed flat onto the couch.]

No.

[magic_to_do]

[She leans over the back of the couch.]

Can I help anyway? Please?

[Because clearly he doesn't need help. Yeah, she's humoring little brother.]

[tigermillionaire]

[CLEARLY NOT, he is his OWN MAN. Perhaps a confused and frustrated man, though. He sighs.]

I guess, but it's probably not really your thing. Right now it's just called...Ode to Jerks Who Think They Can Touch My Hair.

[It's sort of specific in its focus.]

[sailorlaughter]

Pinkie hasn't seemed overly bothered by the noise. She's been in and out a few times during the day, back when it looked more like Tiger was being productive in his efforts, so she'd just gone to the kitchen and hadn't really bothered him much.

Now, though, she approaches with a lollipop stuck in her mouth. She's still not past this whole free-candy-whenever thing. "Whatcha doin'?"

[tigermillionaire]

Tiger stops poking at the keyboard and groans. He is clearly in very deep spiritual pain. As is often the case when he's 'creating.'

"Contemplating the pointlessness of the Universe," he grumbles.

So deep.

[sailorlaughter]

Suuuuuper deep.

Pinkie leans her arms on the piano and pillows her head on them. "That sounds boring. You want some company?" It also sounds pretty depressing, but she's not gonna bother pointing that out. It looks like he knows!

[tigermillionaire]

It probably won't last, at least. These dive bombs into self deprecation are usually followed with the return of arrogance and trash talk soon enough, but some days...well, to say the kid has a complicated inner life would be an understatement. In ways he doesn't even fully comprehend.

"I guess," he reluctantly admits. "Last night was a bomb and I'm trying to turn my general disgust into music and it is mostly just making me feel like I'm writing angry tweets."

And it's not like songs about disgust are really something a lead like Pinkie can pull off, anyway.

[sailorlaughter]

Totally! So I guess we need to start writing our next album or something, right?

[Pinkie flops along a couch. How do they normally go about writing their albums? She's not sure, but it obviously worked for them before, so...]

Does anyone have any ideas?

[magic_to_do]

Hmmmm...

[Trucy flops down on a couch, and stares up at the ceiling for a few moments. Then suddenly, she sits up excitedly.]

Oh! I know! How about we do a whole album themed on colors? Like all the songs are inspired by a different color?

[sailorlaughter]

Oooooh! That's an awesome idea! It totally goes with our whole thing, you know?

[magic_to_do]

Exactly! And when we perform it live...

[Because of course they're going to have a big concert.]

We can all wear white. And have colored lights on stage so that our outfits look like they're changing color with the songs!!

[sailorlaughter]

[GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP]

That's. So. Awesome!