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Bellum Letale Tempus ([info]bellum_tempus) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-25 09:39:00

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Entry tags:plot: delta, plot: tempus

Who: Group Delta
What: A Massacre With Dancing!
Where: The Hotel
When: Feb. 14, 1929, Evening
Warnings: TBA
Notes: This post will be done party post style. See this post for more details!

All was quiet on the North Side on St. Valentine's Day. A party was set up in a hotel ballroom on the North Side of town, red paper hearts attached to the walls and a banner declaring "Happy St. Valentine's Day!" hung from the buffet table by hotel workers. People exchanged cards in the street and put their cards in the mail, gathering at friends' houses for parties and meeting lovers everywhere from board rooms to back alleys. This was a day for lovers, not for bloodshed.

Well. At least for now.


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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-26 12:45 am UTC (link)
Theo thought he maybe sort of recognized the girl in front of the microphone from brief glimpses at the bar, the first night they'd arrived. Either way, she had such lovely hair. When she glanced around, he smiled, and tipped his hat, then mouthed "Bellum" at her. He would have liked to have mouthed more, but he knew from experience that people generally couldn't lip read entire conversations, unless they'd had a lot of practice. Theo could lip read half a conversation.

Which half? The back or the front? The left or the right?

Ah, there was that new voice again. Right in the middle, Theo thought, then Do you know how to honk this horn?

In the usual manner, one would suspect, if one knows what that usual manner might be.

Theo made an effort at blowing on the thingamabob on the whatsit horn - he'd never been much for music - but, since he lacked the proper training or even knowledge of how to hold his lips to make a sound, nothing came out. That, he reflected, was probably for the best. It would likely have been quite disharmonious.

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Re: On Stage
[info]snow_bees
2010-06-26 01:14 am UTC (link)
Deirdre frowned as one of the musicians caught her eye and smiled. He didn't seem familiar, except in the way that she'd noticed other Bellum residents seemed to stick out in their situation here. In fact, she was pretty sure that he was attempting to say something about the building. Which meant that she wasn't alone in this strange time.

He wasn't of any help to her though, back with the musicians as he was. She turned slowly, looking out at the crowd that was already gathering for the party. There were no familiar faces there, either.

The man was still hissing at her from off-stage, when she finally realized that the song the musicians were playing was familiar to her. A memory invaded of her sitting with Kyle when he was a baby, Alan's music in the background, words coming back to her if she concentrated. She was no sort of professional singer, but if this was another strange task from the building, she was going to get it done so she could go home.

She stepped closer to the microphone and began to sing, voice quiet and still unsure, but the tune was true even when she couldn't remember the words.

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Re: On Stage
[info]clowning
2010-06-26 02:35 am UTC (link)
... And just before his brother's picture would have begun fading in the photograph, Marty Miles stepped forward with confidence and curiosity (though with a pittance of hesitation having the foreknowledge that not only was he unaware of which songs the band played, but as well, what was this instrument even called?) already proudly attempting to play the alien gizmo in his grasp, he felt as out of place as a menial goldfish in an aquarium full of exotic electric eels. That was, until he spotted Theo. He felt a bit more at ease seeing a familiar face. Were there any others he knew? He wunk at Theo in acknowledgement and attempted to hustle a seat by him, bwhile surveying the room with a narrowing of his surreptitious eyes. It was too dark and smoky in here to see a thing!

Ah, but what had lead him here? The details of his escape's whole exodus once he'd embarked upon it solely, where he'd stayed, how he'd stayed, what had happened, why... they'll all be explained in time. Oh so secretive was he, even with himself. What mattered now was that he was here, by choice? Hardly. But, if life hands you lemonades, you make lemonade. When a strange man with dilated pupils, ruddy cheeks, a handlebar mustache and a snazzy suit hands you a whosits, you blow. It was within the alleyway outside that he'd been approached and quite delightfully fretted over. They'd informed him he was late--how could he!--and that the showing was just about to begin. Here was his instrument, and by the way, here's a shot of whiskey. Wait, you might need another! There you go. Feeling more liberated now? Wonderful! They'd also provided him with a funny looking outfit that had been dusted with sequins of hearts. Although most of them had since fell off, he couldn't help but hope they'd sprinkle more on soon. Life was just a touch more nice with sequined hearts.

Miles feigned following along with the instruments. Merely dancing his fingers across its ... button... things. Was that a redhead singing? That was definitely a redhead singing.

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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-26 02:54 am UTC (link)
Ah, there was his new M! Theo took his hand off his instrument to wave, excited to see that his friend had escaped the police somehow. Miles was a clever fellow, everyone in Theo's head (including Theo, of course) agreed on that and approved of him. The other three voices said that Miles could be their fourth to tea any day, and Theo was left wondering which of those inside his head weren't welcome to tea (probably him).

He'd slung a long leg up and rested his foot in a seat to save it when he first saw Miles, and lowered it to the floor to free the seat up for him and then turned his attention back to the girl singing. Hm, maybe she knew why they were all there. If they got a break from... well, her singing and him pretending to play, maybe he would ask her.

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Re: On Stage
[info]snow_bees
2010-06-26 03:14 am UTC (link)
Deirdre was certain that the music they were playing should not sound good. Her voice wasn't strong enough, she didn't know the words. The notes from behind her weren't always right, and she was almost certain that at least several of the musicians didn't know how to play their instruments.

But it somehow didn't seem to matter. Whether because the partygoers were already too tipsy to care, or if it was more of the building's magic, the music worked. She glanced over her shoulder at the band, surprise showing on her face for a moment between songs. For a moment in the silence, she smiled at the band, then returned her attention to the next song.

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Re: On Stage
[info]clowning
2010-06-26 03:42 am UTC (link)
Oh, he smiled back all right. You redheaded flower, you.

And he'd decided playing this horn was no longer amusing.

"How did you get in the band?" he'd queried into Theo's direction, speaking through a sideways purse of his lips for an imagined sense of privacy. His voice was forcefully hushed and partially saturated with whiskey. In much the same manner that someone would unrelated to his situation, he'd made a face at his own ability to detect the smell himself. That was some strong moonshine! The band around him kept on with their duties, and by the scintillating magic (nothing was far-fetched.) of the God of Sudden and Inexplicable Situations, they did seem not as bad as they should have.

His fingers continued to play while his breath and attention was occupied elsewhere. Somehow, he felt that upsetting the man with the handlebar mustache wouldn't be a good idea. So, he'd be their monkey for a limited time.

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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-26 03:48 am UTC (link)
"I was grabbed by a man," Theo whispered back. "He said I'd spoil the soiree, and I couldn't do that." And besides, it had helped him find Miles again... serendipitous! The band wasn't half bad, probably because he and Miles were talking instead of playing, he thought.

A sudden thought occurred to him: Maybe Miles knew more about music! He wiggled his whatsit in Miles's direction, and asked, "Do you happen to know what horn I'm holding?" It was long and funny with an interesting slide, and he rather thought it would be fun if he knew how to make a noise.

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Re: On Stage
[info]clowning
2010-06-26 06:25 am UTC (link)
"I think... perhaps it's a horn, or a trombone?" He'd sighed, staring down at his. The poor thing, all polished up and no where to play. "I was seized as well. Honestly, I don't mind it." He still kept his voice garbled and gnashed, though hopefully coherent, through his teeth as if it needed to be quieted (likely, just for theatrics.), although it probably wasn't a requirement now that the rest of the band was playing over their 'private' conversaton.

"I mean to say, that if I'm already pushed into a strange time, shoved into an unfmilar place, and then seized by a strange man who claims to know me and that I belong playing a horn, I may as well adhere to fatalism. Know what I mean?"

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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-26 06:36 pm UTC (link)
"In for a penny, in for a pound?" Theo slid the slide on his... hm, trombone sounded right. "I'd little else in my life, why not be in the band?" It was at least more interesting than wandering the streets randomly, and with much shinier, prettier things around, too. "In fact, it's fun, though I'm not functional." Out... and in... and out... and in... hm, he wouldn't mind having one of these for himself.

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Re: On Stage
[info]clowning
2010-06-26 08:12 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, why not..." It was near reciting, those words. Melodic and fleeting; realizing and grasping. Hadn't it permeated his eccentric mind yet that he may never leave? In some ways it had, in others, he was infinitely stubborn and even more so childish in avoiding pure, unabridged analysis of his situation. It was just simpler to view it from it's surface. Those observations were the cleanest. And his first instinct was merely what it always was: go with the flow. No need to over-think. No great things have ever happened by over-thinking.

"Why not be in the band? I should make the best of my situation. Perhaps we're not due to go back anytime soon, or ever, for that matter. We've been pinched into a spacetime crinkle--a quantum mechanical crinkle--a glitch in Planck scale geometry leaking out into reality."

Hmmm...

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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-26 11:19 pm UTC (link)
"I might not mind remaining." Theo considered it a moment. It wasn't much better or worse than what he was used to. Except, of course, for the technology. Hm, he might miss that. "Though I'd really rather return."

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Re: On Stage
[info]clowning
2010-06-26 11:31 pm UTC (link)
"I have all my," He'd paused to stress the next word with a mischievious ascent of both of his devilish brows at the same time." Tricks back at home. My whole array of costumes and top hats. Pointed shoes. Boxes to saw people in half in. Ropes to climb to the other world. Here, why, I've nothing but this suit, these shoes, some aquiantances and a new horn." ... Hmmm, he'd hmm'd. Pausing again to consider.

"Perhaps, it wouldn't be so bad to start all over again... "

Efface all those wretched ones.
Those who with there is bad reputation.
All those deeds will be forgotten, done
And a whole new life... ah, what a vacation ...

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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-26 11:59 pm UTC (link)
"Hats?" Theo couldn't help but perk up at that. "I have hats at home. Hordes of hats." Ah, another thing to miss... but he had one hat to start with, at least. "I make them myself." He was proud of that, and perhaps Miles would appreciate it as well.

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Re: On Stage
[info]clowning
2010-06-27 12:16 am UTC (link)
"Well, well, we have a hat maker. A hatter." Miles grinned wolfishly, the side of his mouth rising up much more so than the rest of it. If Theo could make him the best, most unique, spectacular top hat in all the world, wouldn't that be something? Imagine how many rabbits, flowers, keys could be hidden inside of its recesses!

"I'm curious now about your work. I've been needing a magnificient hat for my magic show. I can return the favor, though not with hats--I wouldn't have a clue how to even begin to make a hat--but anything else. Money, you name it."

Yes, he seems a man who needs some favors...

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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-27 01:33 am UTC (link)
Well, Theo could always use money... but he thought Miles could provide him with things more valuable than that. Like fun. "I make more than millinary," Theo informed him. "I make many things. We'll work out a deal, I feel."

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Re: On Stage
[info]clowning
2010-06-27 01:59 am UTC (link)
"Sounds good to me."

Wondering then, when the band would have a break, he glanced over to the singer who had smiled at them earlier. He still couldn't discern whether or not her smile had been a knowing one, or just one provided to them out of the kindness and anxiety of her heart. He knew being a performer wasn't as easy as the performer themselves made it seem.

And so, he'd sighed. Putting his horn onto his lap; he'd drummed on it with his fingers idly.

"I wonder if we get a break to go exploring. Did you see all the silly decorations?"

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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-27 02:18 am UTC (link)
"Surely they'll see that we have a short stop." Theo didn't think a band could play on forever, though wouldn't it be lovely if they could?

If Time abandoned them in the midst of a song, they'd have to!

Well. Theo would like to see that.

"I do delight in the decor. Terrifically tacky." He smiled at it in approval.

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Re: On Stage
[info]clowning
2010-06-27 06:02 am UTC (link)
"I'm all for tacky. Gaudy, even. There's even more in the ballroom. I wonder if there's h'orderves ..." Miles bit his lip--when was the last time he'd eaten anything even remotely substantial?--and examined what ever smoky, jazz filled, tassel waving detail he could latch on to. It was difficult to tell from here, but there was... were those some people he'd seen earlier this week?

"I say we sneak away whenever the opportunity presents itself. Maybe bring the redhead."

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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-27 04:37 pm UTC (link)
Theo's stomach growled in agreement over the thought of any sort of food. He'd managed to find some sustenance, of course, but not nearly enough to fully satisfy him. "Sneak and peek," he agreed absently... as Miles scanned the room for people, he looked around for something edible. Surely they wouldn't starve the band, right?

And oh, lookie, it seemed the director was slowing down.

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Re: On Stage
[info]clowning
2010-06-27 05:57 pm UTC (link)
Perfection.

Jumping the gun as ever, counting his chickens way before they hatch, Miles stood up so swiftly it was as if someone had pressed the eject button. He'd smoothed out his suit with his disengaged hand, heart-shaped confetti trickling onto the floorlike a glittery deluge, and glanced toward his partner in .... wholesome fun. Not crime!

"Let's blow this popcicle stand."

And he added. "For popcicles. if they have them."

Setting his horn down upon his chair, or trumpet, he kept on forgetting, he reckoned if anyone was to steal it, it'd likely be the real owner.

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Re: On Stage
[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-27 06:55 pm UTC (link)
To here.

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