Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Band: VANDALISM IN PROGRESS Instrument: TROMBONE Fame Lvl: 0 Current MP: 0
Short Description: ► Sans is a trom-BONER lol. jk I'll do this properly soon. (though it would be in the spirit of Sans not to.)
Regains So Far: ► MODERATE SPACE-TIME MANIPULATION: He can teleport himself around the city, and also teleport other people and objects within range of sight.
[Luce does not seem particularly bothered by this lack of shirt thing.]
Hello, dear. I just thought I'd come check on you after everything. [You know, attempted murder, successful murder, mind control...] I even brought you something.
[Sans looks at the brownies, and then at her. Well, alright then. He can deal with that. As long as she doesn't inquire about the specific state of his pants.]
[And she just steps right in, perfectly at ease with things. It's been long enough that she thinks she's even learning how to fake all the security littering the entire HQ.]
Oh, and take care after you eat these, dear. No driving, or doing anything that really needs your focus for a while, all that.
[His eyebrows raise. He looks down at the brownies again, and then he laughs like she just told a hilarious joke.]
Oh wow. You really wanna encourage a chronic like that, lady?
[The penthouse looks exactly the same like everyone else's penthouses, so there isn't much to see. It's even basically clean, thanks to the routine maids. Right now there are a selection of instruments littered around the sofas, however.]
Oh, hush, it's hardly the worst thing you could be addicted to!
[And trust her, in this business, she's started to see a lot of unfortunate addictions. Since the sofa seems to be ruled by the instruments, she finds a more solo seat to settle in.]
[He clears a spot on the couch for himself, picking up the ukulele that was in his way. He puts the brownies safely on the coffee table.]
Something like that. Not my actually show pieces. [His trombone is mysteriously absent. He winks.] Wouldn't want them to think they've gotten through to me, or anything.
Oh, you're quite clever with your fingers there, aren't you?
[And in other places, possibly, but Luce still doesn't know him that well yet. So, hands folded on her lap, she tilts her head with a smile. Time to test something- both him and an idea of hers.]
I agree, of course. I went into this industry for a reason, and, even with things happening lately, I'm not sure I can regret it when music is so magical.
[Sort of, anyway. It's not like he actually has his own bank account or anything. Which is one of those weird things he struggles to think about.]
But no kidding, huh? Literally and figuratively. [His tone is calm, conversational, but there is something sharp and critical in his eyes when he glances up at her.] ...S'not still taboo to say that, is it? Honesty is an important feature of any business relationship.
[But he pauses for a moment to consider that. He'd obviously heard that a gala happened - it always did - but...he didn't actually know that anything weird had happened? Though that's not really clear based on his expression.]
Oh, I might, if you fill me in on something first.
[Because it won't make sense otherwise, firstly, and she has to be certain of something... If it's just them, and the Doctor found no listening devices, hopefully this will be alright.]
[And the smile finally seems to break a bit as she curls her fingers by her lips thoughtfully.]
But it was that way for most of the night, until we all left. Just before that, Santiago and Blanche had their fight... But I could have sworn there was something else then. Like a sound.
And that's when the strange feeling left.
I'd dismissed it back then, but, well, everything that's been happening...
It... wasn't quite music, I think. It was so faint, and there was already so much happening back then. But there were at least a few notes. Not very many, not that I could hear, but... Around three, maybe? Maybe a bit more than that.
...Guessing you don't remember which notes they were, then.
[Because that sounds potentially interesting, even if it's unlikely to pan out into anything.]
Sounds like enough for a melody, or a chord progression. I mean, if we're gunna have full scale musical mystery around here we may as well do it right-
[Just in time for Sans's manager, Nyla Mission, to lethargically come stomping by:]
"The only musical mystery is why you're messing around with all this stuff again..."
[Sans goes stiff for one moment, and then immediately becomes liquid again. Nyla leans on the back of the couch, giving Sans pile of mess a critical look. Then she looks at Luce. Sans shrugs.]
C'mon Nyla, look. We've got company. I'm on my break, is all.
[Damn. Just as they were talking, too. Doctor had tried to check for listening devices in their penthouse, but Luce can already tell that it'll be their own managers who will be everywhere.]
[She rolls with it, however, getting up immediately and beaming as bright as a search light.]
Hello! Nyla, is it? Luce, Flowers Over Bones, maybe you've met my manager Angel? You've showed up just in time, I came over to talk with Bill, but Sans and I ended up chatting instead about a collaborative album idea! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it.
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Hello, dear. I just thought I'd come check on you after everything. [You know, attempted murder, successful murder, mind control...] I even brought you something.
[In her hand? A tray of brownies.]
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Welp. Can't say no to that. Want to come in?
[He steps out of the way for her to enter.]
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[And she just steps right in, perfectly at ease with things. It's been long enough that she thinks she's even learning how to fake all the security littering the entire HQ.]
Oh, and take care after you eat these, dear. No driving, or doing anything that really needs your focus for a while, all that.
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Oh wow. You really wanna encourage a chronic like that, lady?
[The penthouse looks exactly the same like everyone else's penthouses, so there isn't much to see. It's even basically clean, thanks to the routine maids. Right now there are a selection of instruments littered around the sofas, however.]
Not saying no, of course.
[He takes them from her.]
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[And trust her, in this business, she's started to see a lot of unfortunate addictions. Since the sofa seems to be ruled by the instruments, she finds a more solo seat to settle in.]
Practicing?
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Something like that. Not my actually show pieces. [His trombone is mysteriously absent. He winks.] Wouldn't want them to think they've gotten through to me, or anything.
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[The way she raises her eyebrows is just a bit too "innocent" to be believable. Yeah. Paparazzi her ass.]
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[He plucks a few notes on the ukulele.]
Don't you ever get hassled by the boss about doing your job right? Or...actually, I'd be shocked if you had. Holy Mother of Bass and all.
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[Leaning back, there's a kind of gleam in Luce's eye.]
Which works perfectly fine for all of us, I assure you.
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[He strums out a little tune, his hands working quickly and methodically. He's been in this sort of mood for the last few days - go figure.]
Seems like playing along does have its benefits. Especially when other avenues look like such dead ends.
[He winks again.]
Amirite?
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[And in other places, possibly, but Luce still doesn't know him that well yet. So, hands folded on her lap, she tilts her head with a smile. Time to test something- both him and an idea of hers.]
I agree, of course. I went into this industry for a reason, and, even with things happening lately, I'm not sure I can regret it when music is so magical.
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[Sort of, anyway. It's not like he actually has his own bank account or anything. Which is one of those weird things he struggles to think about.]
But no kidding, huh? Literally and figuratively. [His tone is calm, conversational, but there is something sharp and critical in his eyes when he glances up at her.] ...S'not still taboo to say that, is it? Honesty is an important feature of any business relationship.
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[Luce's smile stays firmly on, but that's because she's learned it's the best kind of pokerface to have.]
Have you heard about anything in Virgo that went on before you signed on?
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[He grins.]
Little bit. Sounds like quite the operation. Why do you ask?
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[Clearly she's teasing, however, because she chuckles at the end of her sentence.]
Hmm, just wondering what you'd heard, that's all. Some of us were quite lucky to attend the Gala in October- did you hear about that?
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[But he pauses for a moment to consider that. He'd obviously heard that a gala happened - it always did - but...he didn't actually know that anything weird had happened? Though that's not really clear based on his expression.]
Nope. You gunna fill me in?
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[Because it won't make sense otherwise, firstly, and she has to be certain of something... If it's just them, and the Doctor found no listening devices, hopefully this will be alright.]
Have you been having odd dreams lately, dear?
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[It's said so casually, like it's age old news. He grins.]
Yes.
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[Operation: Smile is still staying in full force.]
That's when they started. For both sides.
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Any word on why?
[He glances down at his ukulele, plucking a few strings.]
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[And the smile finally seems to break a bit as she curls her fingers by her lips thoughtfully.]
But it was that way for most of the night, until we all left. Just before that, Santiago and Blanche had their fight... But I could have sworn there was something else then. Like a sound.
And that's when the strange feeling left.
I'd dismissed it back then, but, well, everything that's been happening...
[Makes a lady think.]
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[If there's one part of this situation that Sans won't dismiss, it's the spoopy bullshit.]
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[She'd be much more alarmed at that.]
It... wasn't quite music, I think. It was so faint, and there was already so much happening back then. But there were at least a few notes. Not very many, not that I could hear, but... Around three, maybe? Maybe a bit more than that.
[If only she'd been paying more attention...]
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[Because that sounds potentially interesting, even if it's unlikely to pan out into anything.]
Sounds like enough for a melody, or a chord progression. I mean, if we're gunna have full scale musical mystery around here we may as well do it right-
[Just in time for Sans's manager, Nyla Mission, to lethargically come stomping by:]
"The only musical mystery is why you're messing around with all this stuff again..."
[Sans goes stiff for one moment, and then immediately becomes liquid again. Nyla leans on the back of the couch, giving Sans pile of mess a critical look. Then she looks at Luce. Sans shrugs.]
C'mon Nyla, look. We've got company. I'm on my break, is all.
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[She rolls with it, however, getting up immediately and beaming as bright as a search light.]
Hello! Nyla, is it? Luce, Flowers Over Bones, maybe you've met my manager Angel? You've showed up just in time, I came over to talk with Bill, but Sans and I ended up chatting instead about a collaborative album idea! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it.
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