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.
...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.
[Nyla's expression dully registers with surprise. Collaboration? That seems to imply Sans doing way more on task work than he has to, which doesn't sound real.
She squints a little, in disbelief.]
"Collaboration? ...What kind of collaboration?"
[She looks at Sans, but he just sits there grinning and playing a tune on his little guitar. By all means, Luce, take it away.]
[Have no fear- this is what Luce excels at. Energy practically radiates off of her as she gets up to lean towards Nyla on the other side of the couch.]
So when Bill and I were talking, we were thinking of a scenario- Doctor and I both do vocals over in Flowers Over Bones, I'm not sure if you knew that, I mean, the others pitch in from time to time, but he and I are the leads- anyway, our band is very strings heavy, cello, standing bass, shamisen, you understand, so I was thinking that by combining our bands for an album, our sound could be expanded wonderfully, and Bill was mentioning something about secret messages- He has so many ideas, as a matter of fact, I actually think I've lost track of everything he mentioned, but a few of those might have been made up, it's so hard to tell with him, but I suppose that's part of the intrigue, along with apparently being impossible to find at his penthouse-
[She can keep going, Nyla. She will happily drown out someone in one sided conversation.]
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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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She squints a little, in disbelief.]
"Collaboration? ...What kind of collaboration?"
[She looks at Sans, but he just sits there grinning and playing a tune on his little guitar. By all means, Luce, take it away.]
no subject
So when Bill and I were talking, we were thinking of a scenario- Doctor and I both do vocals over in Flowers Over Bones, I'm not sure if you knew that, I mean, the others pitch in from time to time, but he and I are the leads- anyway, our band is very strings heavy, cello, standing bass, shamisen, you understand, so I was thinking that by combining our bands for an album, our sound could be expanded wonderfully, and Bill was mentioning something about secret messages- He has so many ideas, as a matter of fact, I actually think I've lost track of everything he mentioned, but a few of those might have been made up, it's so hard to tell with him, but I suppose that's part of the intrigue, along with apparently being impossible to find at his penthouse-
[She can keep going, Nyla. She will happily drown out someone in one sided conversation.]