[A | closed: NPC | February 11th | a bar in the Bronx] "It's hard to believe, but you're gonna miss this..." Lisa sang, strumming lightly as she went into a chorus she knew by heart as she half-sits on a stool in front of a microphone. She loved this song, and it was always good to play, both for herself and for crowds. She'd been playing this place for a few months now, maybe once a week, and she'd found herself a decent following again. Everything will be fine. Definitely... ah, gotta pay attention, can't phone the last note in. Even if she would much prefer to be at home getting some quality time with that damned paper. I'm gonna be up all night working on it... oh well. Gotta pay the bills, right?
"You're gonna mi-"
Something goes off, and suddenly she's a year or two younger, with something that is definitely not a guitar in her hands. Someone is... singing? It's powerful, but she can't understand the words, or recognize the silver-haired girl "her" age belting them out. Next to her, long blue hair and a tear guitar blasting out a rock line; behind her, a younger girl with purple twin tails banging on the drums. Lisa's own hair sweeps over her hands as she plays... is this a bass? She can barely focus on it through the feeling of euphoria running through her. Older-her hasn't ever played with a real band before, not one that matters anyway. There's a feeling of. Gestalt, maybe? She can't think of a better word for it. But something is sweeping her along, and even if she doesn't know who these girls are, doesn't know the song, can't play this instrument, she wants to be here, wants to play together with them, wants to-
-the moment ends. Lisa is so abruptly dumped back into herself that she loses her balance on the stool, expecting to still be standing, and falls to the stage, twisting so she lands on her butt and not on her guitar, or on her phone. "Ow... dammit, that hurt. So-" Before she can get out even a question under her breath, he's there, and she just sits and listens. Once Martin's done, Lisa blinks, before letting herself slip into a sardonic tone. "I'm not sure I got myself into trouble yet. Is your Bureau gonna come calling when everything goes to hell despite our best intentions?" There's a tiny note of challenge in her tone, just a little bit of steel; she doesn't appreciate the accusation. Absently, she pushes to her feet, swinging her guitar to her back.
[B | open | February 11th, immediately after A] Once she dusts herself off and isn't quite so numb over what just happened, Lisa calmly steps off the stage, apologizes to the bartender and says she's gonna quit a bit early tonight, and asks for a glass of the strongest thing he can serve a minor. Armed with a Shirley Temple and a wry look at her before she walked off, she's sitting in a booth staring into the drink like it'll have answers, hands shaking. She'll be okay, just... not yet. Not for a while.
[C | open | rec center | TDM carry okay; new threads welcome] Lisa's visibly a little nervous as she sits in a chair and glances around, trying and mostly succeeding to keep herself from hiding behind her mane of hair. A cup of lemonade is in her hands, shaking a little, but she's keeping her composure well enough after what's proved to be a somewhat trying meeting; her fingers on the cup, semi-consciously, move in imitation of (unfamiliar) bass lines before she catches herself and forces them to still and her heart to slow. It's some time, maybe a few minutes, before she shakes her head, works herself up to an almost-convincing smile, and musters the courage to do what she usually does when she's feeling lost: focus on other people until her thoughts settle. Lisa stands, and approaches anyone that doesn't seem too occupied with other people.
"Hey, you all right?" she gets out softly. "New stuff in your head not too overwhelming?"
Nailed it.
[D | open | network, text (voice/video OK) | February 17th, afternoon] Help, I got kicked out of the library after I blew out two computers and a florescent light and I have a paper due in four hours I need to print. Also, less urgent, but even if the Northern lights are beautiful, I think we broke the climate if it's shining over us.
Lisa Imai | BanG Dream! | open
"It's hard to believe, but you're gonna miss this..." Lisa sang, strumming lightly as she went into a chorus she knew by heart as she half-sits on a stool in front of a microphone. She loved this song, and it was always good to play, both for herself and for crowds. She'd been playing this place for a few months now, maybe once a week, and she'd found herself a decent following again. Everything will be fine. Definitely... ah, gotta pay attention, can't phone the last note in. Even if she would much prefer to be at home getting some quality time with that damned paper. I'm gonna be up all night working on it... oh well. Gotta pay the bills, right?
"You're gonna mi-"
Something goes off, and suddenly she's a year or two younger, with something that is definitely not a guitar in her hands. Someone is... singing? It's powerful, but she can't understand the words, or recognize the silver-haired girl "her" age belting them out. Next to her, long blue hair and a tear guitar blasting out a rock line; behind her, a younger girl with purple twin tails banging on the drums. Lisa's own hair sweeps over her hands as she plays... is this a bass? She can barely focus on it through the feeling of euphoria running through her. Older-her hasn't ever played with a real band before, not one that matters anyway. There's a feeling of. Gestalt, maybe? She can't think of a better word for it. But something is sweeping her along, and even if she doesn't know who these girls are, doesn't know the song, can't play this instrument, she wants to be here, wants to play together with them, wants to-
-the moment ends. Lisa is so abruptly dumped back into herself that she loses her balance on the stool, expecting to still be standing, and falls to the stage, twisting so she lands on her butt and not on her guitar, or on her phone. "Ow... dammit, that hurt. So-" Before she can get out even a question under her breath, he's there, and she just sits and listens. Once Martin's done, Lisa blinks, before letting herself slip into a sardonic tone. "I'm not sure I got myself into trouble yet. Is your Bureau gonna come calling when everything goes to hell despite our best intentions?" There's a tiny note of challenge in her tone, just a little bit of steel; she doesn't appreciate the accusation. Absently, she pushes to her feet, swinging her guitar to her back.
[B | open | February 11th, immediately after A]
Once she dusts herself off and isn't quite so numb over what just happened, Lisa calmly steps off the stage, apologizes to the bartender and says she's gonna quit a bit early tonight, and asks for a glass of the strongest thing he can serve a minor. Armed with a Shirley Temple and a wry look at her before she walked off, she's sitting in a booth staring into the drink like it'll have answers, hands shaking. She'll be okay, just... not yet. Not for a while.
[C | open | rec center | TDM carry okay; new threads welcome]
Lisa's visibly a little nervous as she sits in a chair and glances around, trying and mostly succeeding to keep herself from hiding behind her mane of hair. A cup of lemonade is in her hands, shaking a little, but she's keeping her composure well enough after what's proved to be a somewhat trying meeting; her fingers on the cup, semi-consciously, move in imitation of (unfamiliar) bass lines before she catches herself and forces them to still and her heart to slow. It's some time, maybe a few minutes, before she shakes her head, works herself up to an almost-convincing smile, and musters the courage to do what she usually does when she's feeling lost: focus on other people until her thoughts settle. Lisa stands, and approaches anyone that doesn't seem too occupied with other people.
"Hey, you all right?" she gets out softly. "New stuff in your head not too overwhelming?"
Nailed it.
[D | open | network, text (voice/video OK) | February 17th, afternoon]
Help, I got kicked out of the library after I blew out two computers and a florescent light and I have a paper due in four hours I need to print. Also, less urgent, but even if the Northern lights are beautiful, I think we broke the climate if it's shining over us.