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Konnie "Fucken' A, Starfish." Konnie nods approvingly. She couldn't argue with any of it, really. "Don't let this shithole town keep you down. Live your life." She encourages, rummaging about her person. "Think we're going that way yeah. I don't know. Ask her." Konnie jerks her head Sherry way. "She organises all this crap." Finally Kon gets the card out. "Ahh, here we go." She hands it off to the starfish. "This is a card for the Sheriffs, that's us and people way smarter and better with powers and poo poo than us, out in New York. So if you need help or everything goes to poo poo or a ghost tries to eat you, call it." She advises.
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"Eh... I think I'm OK." Sandy says, "Stick to my original plan...that I just formed. Don't need to walk into some super powered commune this second." "One more thing? Give me a ride to my apartment and then to the Train Station? I don't want to lose this energy and back down." So they do. She's in her apartment for all of fifteen minutes and comes out wearing jeans and a windbreaker, a sagging backpack on her back, carrying a duffel bag that's bulging in odd places. "Just needed to get the essentials." One assumes that somewhere in those bags are stacks of cash, but she never opens them to show the group. "Where would anyone be without their iTunes?" She asks with a mixture of determination and nervousness that comes with big change. They leave her alone at the station, and she waves them off with a smile. She yells a thank you as they pull away. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ BALTIMORE went very well. They band got there a half a day after saying goodbye to Sandy, so they had the rest of that day and night to get a bit of a breather. Even though they didn't headline at The Horse You Rode In On the following night, some members of the band could think this was their best show on the nascent tour. Enough of the block party feel-good and the college dance rock. The Horse is a metal bar through and through, famous for sticking to its roots while Baltimore changed around it. And being here allowed Gypsy Widow to play to their own roots. They were the Penultimate act, but watching Beyond Mantra close out the show, it was hard for members of Gypsy Widow to think that they didn't get the bigger pop from the crowd when they left the stage than when Beyond Mantra came back out for the encore. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ They were back on the road after the show. They didn't get any sparks of the supernatural from the crowd and one had to assume they weren't going to encounter a powered person at every single show. Between the last few shows, Gypsy Widow has gotten almost 1000 new followers on various Social Media platforms, though some of those are likely the same person following on multiple sites. Either way, Sherry is very pleased by the growth. DC was the next night. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ ...And DC couldn't have been more different than Baltimore. The Rock and Roll Motel. Because god help you if you've gotta stay there for long. The manager of the venue acting like he was doing the band a favor and trying to micromanage Sherry. The stage, uneven and tiny. Lighting virtually non-existent. Bartenders more interested in flirting than serving drinks. Merch table set up next to the coat check, so people wanting their coats would crowd out people wanting to buy stuff. The sound system tinny and unbalanced. Even before the late-afternoon sound check was done, the band knew that this was looking like a forgettable show, the kind you have on tour, the kind you just have to get through. Show-time was as bad as expected, if not worse, since the door security was drinking on the job, and painfully slow about letting people in. Gypsy Widow went on with the place about half full. An enervated crowd. The band are pros, though, and the show must go on. So it does. Even as the entire band notices, halfway through their set list, some seriously bad vibes floating around the bar. Supernaturally malevolent vibes. xian fucked around with this message at 02:07 on May 13, 2015 |
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Meg "Send us maple syrup!" Meg calls, when the Starfish takes her leave. "I liked her," she says to the group as they pull away. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Baltimore kicked rear end. They went around a couple club and the crowds were super into it. All sorts of people, jamming and rocking and drinking and having a great time. That's the way it should be. That's why Meg got into this to begin with! That and the chance to do a speed metal version of Good Morning Baltimore. Meg gets in plenty of partying afterwards, and some lucky fans wind up getting to do body shots off the speedster. It's that kind of town. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ "This place suuuuuuucks," Meg groans from the wings. "I'm gonna kill myself on that stage," she says. Her shoes and tendency to jump around like a maniac won't help either. "Shouldda let me get that guitar that shoots fire."
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Konnie "I'm all for enabling bad life decisions." Konnie smirks, bonking Sandy in the elbow. "Sure we can, pile in." Not that Konnie did any of the driving, but the Frogger was more her van than anybody else here. She keeps up the banter with Sandy the Starfish, until they get to her apartment and she climbs back into the Frogger. "Oh!" Konnie perks up a little. "Gypsy Widow. We're on iTunes." She looks over to Sherry. "Right? That's a thing we're on?" After a quick confirmation, she turns back to Starfish. "We're on there. Check us out, seriously. Kinda like keeping in touch, right?" Konnie nods. "Yeah, she wasn't do bad." ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Konnie didn't know where Sherry got these gigs from, but she was loving great at it. The Horse You Rode In On was a stupid name for a fantastic bar. This place was was almost as good as the local haunts Gypsy Widow have back in New York, except back there they had a whole set to do and weren't just covering for some other crappy band. Not to call Beyond Mantra poo poo or anything, but they weren't Gypsy Widow. But in this, their proper environment, Gypsy Widow were off the loving chain. They rocked the loving house down with their own drat songs and the crowd ate every little bit up. Konnie was pretty sure halfway through she was losing her voice, but that didn't stop her. The energy was just too frantic to be sensible about things like that. Besides, it wasn't anything that tequila wouldn't fix after the show. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Konnie didn't know what social media stuff was, but Sherry said it was good so Kon believed her. This tour was going pretty great! They helped out at least three people with powers, and had at least two good shows! And apparently had a thousand people following their social media! And Konnie was really hungover again! ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Konnie didn't know where Sherry got these gigs from, but she was loving terrible at it. 'The Rock and Roll Motel'? Seriously? The place sounded like a shithole, and not in a good way, and it totally was a shithole!! The manager was a piece of poo poo! The stage was poo poo! The lights and audio were loving poo poo! The bar bitches were all absolute pieces of poo poo and didn't know how to pour! The lovely bouncers let in a totally lovely crowd! The only thing that kept Konnie from punching people out was being reminded by Sherry, and Eliza, and Meg, and Jules that the band did actually need to get paid here. But after they get their money? Konnie was going to crack skulls. As Eliza was doing one of her time filling keyboard whatever-the-gently caress-it-was-she-dids, Konnie moved herself towards the rear of the stage. "Oh you are so not killing yourself! No way am I letting you just leave me here with all these fuckers." Kon hisses into the wings at Meg. Konnie didn't have the luxury Meg had of just pissing off stage, she was the front-woman after all. She had to captain this ship even after it hit the iceberg that was this lame loving bar. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn't solely the gig that was pissing off Konnie. "Hey." Kon, moving herself towards the drums, hisses at Jules. "Jules." She hisses again, her eyes scanning everything in front of the stage. Her frogeyes. "This crowd feeling bad to you?" She asks Jules, wanting a second opinion. "Something's feeling real bad to me."
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Konnie "…real barnacle bad!" Kon hisses at Jules yet again, all while appearing inconspicuous to the crowd. What an actor!
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Jules Jules looks up for a moment. "What, you mean more bad than feeling like we're playing to a pack of zombies?" Jules murmurs in reply to Konnie. Baltimore was awesome - but this place kinda sucks. Any more smart-rear end quips are left quiet as Konnie continues to speak to him and Jules frowns thoughfully. He blinks for a moment and then glances into the crowd, as quiet and bored as it is, letting his telepathic senses take over. Something bad? Barnacles? What should he be looking for? He should ask for some sort of Konnie dictionary. Barnacle. That's one of those things that just sticks to things, right? And they damage them? Jules isn't sure. Still, if the crowd is so lackluster, anything too abnormal and 'barnacle bad' should stick out like a sore thumb, right?
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Meg "First starfish, then barnacles. You've got a brain thing, Kon," Meg says, narrowing her eyes, considering hard. They can almost smell the smoke. "Maybe you're right. This place is off. Not just musically. It's like it's...vibrating wrong," Meg says. "What you got, Julesy?" she asks, edging on on her boyfriend and pressing to him. Because that'll help him focus. Right?
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Sherry Touring as a small-time band is like climbing a ladder to the roof of a house... only you have to build the ladder first, and each rung is a venue. And sometimes you scavenge some really solid wood, like Baltimore, and sometimes you get some rotten poo poo, like this analogy. DC isn't much better. Sherry's mantra for this leg of the tour is 'it was the best I could find', and she's repeated it often enough to achieve Nirvana... if the urge to kill that micromanaging prick wasn't keeping her chained to the physical world. He was middle management in a previous life, and probably earlier in this one before... buying this dive in a mid-life fit, or something. 'Dear'. 'Honey'. She's heard it all before, from deeply gross, corrupt people, but coming from this twerp it makes her fantasize that they'd set aside the money for that fire-breathing guitar for Meg. Strike a blow for drinking and music! ...Get sent up the river for a while, but well. The rare people who come over to the merch display are more interested in chatting her up than buying... which, to be mercenary about it, is part of the reason why Sherry does double-duty back there. Few of them are enthusiastic enough to buy anything more than a beer cozy. Place is as lively as a carbon monoxide leak, she thinks to herself. As that oppressive vibe begins to spread through the bar, Sherry realizes reality might be even more dangerous. She doesn't have Konnie's eyes, but she's a decent judge of body language and has... not the absolute worst view of the venue. With few customers, she has the opportunity to watch the crowd for possible sources of badness.
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Jules notices a...well, it's unlike anything he's seen before, even his brush with the Everyman. It's like there is some sort of mesh network, of minds, in the room with them. Six different nodes, all connected. Three in a group towards the back of the room, another three scattered throughout the crowd. He's not sure how they are connected. He wonders if they are a hive mind. He can't get a read on them beyond that. They're dressed like how he imagines low level political workers to be dressed. Khakis, polo's, button ups, loafers or boat shoes. There isn't a central point in the network. Nothing that signifies command or that one of them is in charge. When he tries to scan each of them further, he's rebuffed. Not mildly, either. From one, he gets a wall of noise. Another, scrawling mathematical formula that feels like a cluster headache when he tries to dig through it. Obtuse congressional language on another--the finer points of subsection IV of article D of paragraph who-knows-what. It's dense information streaming through their heads continuously, that serve to enshroud anything beyond that. Except for one thing: when he scans each of them--as in, the moment he tries to probe deeper than purely surface thoughts-- there's a strong emotional urge to JOIN US! It's forceful, but welcoming. Authoritative, but soothing. It'll make his headache go away for sure. It feels good, and dangerously tempting. And actually, the tactile sensation of Meg rubbing up on his body helps to shake off their beckoning call. Sherry notices the trio to the back. They look...skittish isn't the right word. They look wholly out of their element. The way she would imagine an alien would, if you put it down in the middle of Times Square. It's like they're trying to take in everything, observe everything, the crowd, the venue, the music, and parse it into something that makes sense to them. Watching them for a couple minutes, she notices something else. Well, two things. The first is that she hasn't seen them say a single word to each other. The second is harder to put her finger on, or point to one moment exactly, but it feels to her like they're moving with one mind. All their shifts and adjustments compliment each other a little too perfectly. Like their movements are as choreographed as a ballroom dance. xian fucked around with this message at 03:27 on May 31, 2015 |
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Eliza 3/3 Eliza blinks a couple of times and looks up, "Barnacle Bill? The Sailor?" She glances around, having lost herself in the moment and only just now realizing no one in the crowd is doing so. Well, they've lost themselves, just not in the moment. "Oh, barnacle bad!" She scans the crowd with her eyes, and then... shudders. She doesn't have fur, but it's still not hard to imagine a jitter of shivers working their way up from her heels to the top of her head, like a wave of bristling fur. Her hair actually does seem to frizz out slightly from the tips to the crown in just such a wave, "I really hope that's not Legion. If it's Legion, we gotta get outta here." There's a sort of a weird tension/fizzling building up around Eliza, though it's hard to see with all shadows and spotlights contrasting, as if her probability bending ability is subtly arming. She looks... kind of frightened, which isn't something Eliza generally does. ==== Eliza's going to cleverly +3 try and assess the situation, using the aspect of Imp if she needs to draw on any occult background. Drakli fucked around with this message at 05:24 on Jun 3, 2015 |
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Sherry It's... not the most exciting gig from Sherry's end, no offense to the band. The venue's twitching at best, which means she can't really go into her harangue without cutting into the music... and she was given explicit instructions from the site's manager not to do that kind of thing anyway. He probably thinks she's competition for people's food funds. Jerk. With little else to do and that uneasy feeling of malevolence drifting around the place like a bad smell, Sherry lets her attention 'boredly' wander about the venue. Her first thought, upon spotting the trio near the back is, are those Feds? She dismisses it immediately: the Feds she's met were all very familiar with social environments. Are they Mormons? Glance away, don't stare too long. Stare into the abyss and it stares back and things get awkward. Not Mormons, not even the ones she heard about on TV once, kicked out of fundamentalist compounds and stuck negotiating the fallen world. There's uncertainty, but no... anxiety. There's something almost infantile about them. Not in the smiling Buddha baby sense, but the wide-eyed way babies seem to absorb everything they can possibly encompass with their senses. At least these ones aren't putting anything but food in their mouths. They never talk with one another. They never look at one another, and when one moves the others shift to cover the new blind spot. It's like dancing, the slow, intricate kind. That, or the workings of one of those fancy mantle clocks.
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Eliza Eliza cringes behind a speaker as Konnie draws attention to her, clutching the edge with her fingers and whimpering slightly. She does give the idea some consideration, however, "I expect I could drop a spark of disarray into the neural web. Complex systems tend to do poorly when you introduce entropy or chaos into their order. Turn off a synapse, fry a node, DOS a server. If the collective relies on their network of brains to communicate and coordinate, they might well start to glitch and lag if a handful of their minds can't stop thinking about Pink Elephants."
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