Brodie had been struggling with walking ever since the ship seemed to be shaking a lot. He thought maybe if he took a pill or two, things would be a little more steady. He had also been having a less than great day, so anything went.
He'd showered and gotten dressed right after picking his stuff up from Jamie's room - Jamie, who had seemed ready to vomit at any second, poor guy. Because this was sort of a special occasion, and because Muse wouldn't appreciate it if Brodie just went on stage with his usual ragged stuff, Brodie decided on newer ripped jeans (his legs moved better in them), a green t-shirt and a dark grey jersey jacket. He wore a sort of chain on his neck, and green sneakers. All prettied-up as far as the drummer was concerned.
Picking up his lucky drumsticks, Brodie left for sound-check relaxed and in a near zen state. The dose had been just right - he wasn't groggy, but wasn't exactly prone to emotion or motion sickness either.
"Hi guys." He said upon arrival, sitting down not far - but not close - to Jamie.