Your songs remind me of swimming, Which I forgot when I started to sink

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Who: The Vandalism in Progress Crew!: Haru, Bill, Bolin, Bai Shen, Celty and Sans
What: Brainstorm party session in the pool lounge
When: Nov 29th
Where: ViP's personal pool room
Warnings: Drinking? None yet!

Across the hall of one of Virgo's towers, the headquarters of Vandalism in Progress was alive with the satisfying hiss of bottles being opened, water being splashed, and the occasional peal of raucous laughter- well, by one of the members, anyway- but Bill Cipher never really ceased laughing at any given point in time.

“Hmm. 'Knife in a Gun Holster', 'Lies, Truth and Combustion', or 'Swingmageddon!'”

The saxophone player sat with his legs half submerged in the water-- at the deep end of the pool, thank you very much-- he was the most comfortable when almost in peril at any given second, after all. Was he still fully clothed? You bet! Did he give a damn? Not on your life!

Bill plucked a beer off the band's communal flotation device, before giving the inflated boat a bit rougher of a push than necessary. Precariously, he leaned into the motion a hair short of being too far forward, before correcting himself.

“Try that one on for size!”

Your turn.

OOC: You wanted it, you got it. A casual ViP binge drinking pool party, brainstorm session log, all for you. No worries about coming in late, we'll just say this is in the rough timeline of celebrating their success after the Vista. Feel free to join in the Song Generating Game starter or start your own thread! Thread-jacks or plaguing each other with incidental music is absolutely encouraged~

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[hanginginthere]

While not fully clothed, Bai Shen was making use of a swim tank with his trunks. Being a little body-shy on top of everything else...

"What ever happened to 'Tag my Heart'?"

He was sitting in the jacuzzi, arms crossed and pillowing his chin as he leaned towards the rest of the band. No beer yet- he rarely drank in the first place- but he was watching the boat float in his vague direction with some mild interest.

[exhumerus]

Sans already had two beers before even getting into the pool, and there's been a few more since then. He can hold his liquor pretty well for a guy that doesn't quite make it to five feet tall. He even sounds coherent when he makes his own suggestion.

"How about...'Existential Angst'," he drawls, grinning as if this is somehow a joke, and blows a sliding note on his trombone. Which...he is certainly holding onto regardless of the fact that he's sitting in a pool. Maybe he is less sober than his other conduct implies.

[costumechange]

Haru's hands drum roll on the inflatable ship where she's stretched out on her back taking up the slide. Her feet dangle in the water and she's got a bottle of something heavier than beer and disgustingly sweet tucked between her thighs.

"No-No-No. That's too obvious. It's gotta be something like....Alone with my Empty Spray Can. Then we're tagging hearts and angsting existentially."

[hanginginthere]

Sans' 'performance' has Shen jumping in surprise- nearly hurling himself over in to the main part of the pool. "Sans-! he hisses, the dissonant noise all but hurting his ears, "you're not supposed to bring that in there-!"

Gosh, just- sometimes he cannot believe him. How could you risk your instrument like that? Well, true, a synthesizer would be a little more damaged by water, but- rust!

Huffing to himself, he submerges in the water for a few moments, closing his eyes against the warm water - then quickly pushes himself back up to a stand. If he splashes Sans, that's just too bad, isn't it?

"So...spraying- no, what about-" He swallows, thinking for another few seconds before tentatively half-speaking, half-singing. His voice is far from as strong or clear as Bolin's, but it can carry a tune, at least. "Painting the pain with my fingers, a canvas of unsteady thoughts, alone with my empty spray can...?"

[exhumerus]

He can always count on Shen for a theatrical reaction, which has him grinning despite the other's outrage. Someday Shen may learn that these kind of reactions just fuel his fires, but maybe he never will.

He finishes Shen's improv with a sad wah wah wah wahhhhh on the trombone.

"You should add something about mascara tears while you're at it," he says. Sans is not really a productive contributor when it comes to lyrical discussion.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Bill muses with a lopsided grin, idly splashing whoever drifts closest.

"EH I'm all for tagging hearts, but existential angst is old hat!"

Bill interrupts with a flourish, tossing his own top hat without thinking. Yuuuuup, down it goes.

"Come on fellas, we're a bit more LIVELY than that, aren't we? Where's the fire?!"

[isgorgeous]

It might not have been the sort of lively reaction Bill had been looking for, but Bolin has good timing as he comes out running and jumps into the pool with a loud bellow.

"CANNON BALLLL!"

Water splashes everywhere.

Is anyone safe? Hard to tell but he's not a small guy so there's a decent amount of water being sent around.

[losingherhead]

For the love of-

She tried ignoring the trombone noises and leave the lyrical prep to the experts, but when the canon ball splashes her spot on the side of the pool, she can't help but leap up in surprise.

Goddamn it, now there's all this water on her helmet. She lets out a low growl in Bolin's direction.

[hanginginthere]

So much for that. Maybe he should just stop coming up with lyrics. Shen lowers himself back in to the water- then ducks under completely as Bolin jumps in, rationalizing that this way, he'll avoid being splashed.

(Well, it's true.)

He peeks up after a few seconds, only nose and eyes above the water- looking for all the world like he's giving an impression of a crocodile.