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[02 Jun 2012|08:05pm] |
Who: Giddy and Cade
What: Weekend together!
Where: Kharkiv Ukraine
When: June 1-2
Rating: TBA
Status: In progress
( He was SO excited!! )
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[02 Jun 2012|01:09am] |
Who: Myron and Glinda
What: Long-distance
Where: England and Ukraine
When: Friday night
Rating: PG
Status: In progress
Glinda's evening routine had shifted, since Myron had gone on tour. It had shifted further after Electra, brilliant witch that she was, had cast her mirror spell and then come up with the clever plan to steal it instead of breaking it. It would shift again after this weekend, once Myron was another hour ahead of the time in England, although both of those latter occurrences were for the better. Even not being able to touch Myron, it was still worlds better to be able to hear his voice and see him than to read words he'd written for her, as precious as those were. And another hour between them meant, along with the distance, one less hour she'd have to wait for him each evening.
Her mirror was silver-framed and ornate without being pretentious; she almost wished now that she'd bought a larger one for this, to cover the wall, but she hadn't thought they'd be able to keep using it. She kept it covered during the day when she was away at work, so that Myron would know when she was around, even if she was in another room and not in the frame. It had started on the wall in the bedroom, but now she'd given it wheels and a standing frame, to roll out to the couch with her in the early evening, or into the kitchen while she fixed dinner. Although nearly always by the time Myron was able to join her, she was tucked into bed reading with the mirror by her bedside.
Where she was now, with the mirror in her peripheral vision so that she could catch the flutter of movement on the other side of it, and lay a ribbon across the page of her book to mark her place. "Hello, you," she said, setting the book aside for the night and resettling to face Myron properly. "I've missed you. How was the show?"
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[30 May 2012|10:31pm] |
Who: Donaghan and Merton (and Kirley!)
What: MDMA. aka, ecstasy.
Where: Merton's room
When: Tuesday night
Rating: Not touching this one yet, but shouldn't exceed a light R
Warning: Drug use
Status: In progress
Merton had chosen the best rug in the tent. He'd looked at all of them, and he'd loved this one. He'd loved it instantly and passionately. It was superior to all other rugs. It was soft and plush without having too much give or trying to swallow his toes, and the colours were soothing, and he liked tracing the circles, the way he was doing right now with his finger from where he was sprawled on the floor, testing the softness of the rug against his cheek. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of trying this before. He should sleep down here. Naked. Then he could feel the rug everywhere.
He had explained all of this to Donaghan, with a lengthy digression on swallowing toes and how weird and awful that would be, and was now blissfully rubbing his cheek against the pile, vaguely attempting to determine whether it felt better in one direction than another. One was smoother, but going against the weave was tinglier. Scrunching his toes into the rug was possibly even better than both. He'd lost his socks at some point, when the tent had suddenly become thirty-eight degrees, why didn't they have cooling charms? Why hadn't Merton used cooling charms? Why was he still not using cooling charms? ...Did he know any cooling charms?
Donaghan was noodling on his guitar, which was lovely and soothing and Merton kind of wanted to dance to it, with just his toes in the carpet. (Was it dancing with just your feet? Were your feet the only thing that had to be dancing in order to technically qualify?) The music was amazing; Merton didn't know what Donaghan was playing, but he needed to play it for Merton all the time. It was awfully quiet, though. Merton wondered if that was on purpose. Oh, or maybe Donaghan didn't know he didn't have to be so quiet. Merton would like it if the music were louder. A lot louder. Then he could feel the reverberations, like lying on an amplifier. Fuck, he really wanted to go lie on an amplifier. Or a speaker. A whole speaker stack. He wondered if Lee would let him borrow one for the night to sleep on. Maybe he could sleep half-on it, and half on his fantastic rug.
"You don't have to be so quiet," Merton said suddenly, remembering the goal of the amplification and original subject of his musing. "You can play louder. Kirley and I soundproofed my room so I could be loud." And so Kirley could be loud, when they played together, but that was never, to-date, at six in the morning when Merton needed to be worried about being quiet, and anyway, "I'm way louder than he is." He was a bit smug about that, yes. Kirley needed an amplifier. All Merton needed were some decent acoustics.
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[21 May 2012|08:52pm] |
Who: Open to all on tour
What: Invasion of the Andreevs
Where: Backstage after the show in Sofia, Bulgaria
When: Tuesday night, May 22nd
Rating: PG-13 for likely language
Status: In progress
For as little rehearsal time as Merton was getting thus far on this tour, the shows were turning out to be spectacular. He wondered if there was some sort of inverse-discipline rule that came into play, when you spent seven hours in a van every morning wishing for strings and a bow. It seemed unlikely, so maybe it was just the magic of being back on tour after so long, of coming together and playing as a band.
He was laughing at the the description of what one of Myron's more acrobatic antics had looked like from the other side of the stage, contemplating grabbing a shower at the venue versus basking in the company of his bandmates for a while longer and showering back at the tent, when a cheerful whistle brought his head up and his attention around.
And oh. Wow. When his aunt Tereza had mentioned that some of his cousins might be seeing the show and asked him to make sure they could get backstage to see him, he hadn't imagined there would be quite this many.
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[20 May 2012|09:43am] |
Who: Myron and Chris
What: Smoking and talking
Where: Thessaloniki, Greece
When: 20 May, early
Rating: TBD, but I mean, it's Myron
Status: In progress
( ..... )
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[19 May 2012|11:12pm] |
Who: Glinda and Lizzie
What: A gift, and some friendly advice
Where: Athens, Greece
When: Saturday, May 19th, before soundcheck
Rating: PG-13 for discussion topics
Status: In progress
Glinda had sent Myron off to get ready for soundcheck, after a round of reunion hugs and cheek-kisses and suggestive teasing all around with those she knew on the tour, and was planning to find Lee again and ask her where the best place to listen and watch from would be, while they were working onstage, but she had something to do first. Spotting a head of bright, coppery hair was easy enough, and it didn't look like Glinda would be interrupting anything, so she headed over in that direction.
"Lizzie, right?" Glinda asked, smiling. "I'm Glinda. I saw you briefly after the awards, but it was quite a night, so I thought I'd introduce myself properly and say hello."
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[15 May 2012|01:14am] |
Who: Open to All
What: Pancake breakfast (brunch) for the hungover and victorious
Where: Founding flat
When: Monday morning
Rating: G for Gross, sorry everyone!
Status: In progress
Glinda woke, for the first time in quite a while, on a Monday morning, to something other than her alarm whistling obnoxiously cheerful birdsong, and although it was hard to tell time of day through the well-shrouded window, she suspected, knowing the time she'd fallen into bed last night - or rather, this morning - that it was a good deal later than she normally awoke.
Thank Circe this business with the tournament and the awards was over. Glinda was going to enjoy having a nice lie-in.
The bed was unfamiliar, but with the number of people that had been crammed in and looked likely to crash at the flat last night, it had seemed more sensible for Glinda to share with Kirley and Myron in Kirley's room, and leave Myron's much larger bed for anyone who didn't end up on one of the couches. And at nearly dawn when the party had finally started dying down, she'd been too tired to care overmuch where she slept, so long as there was a pillow.
Myron stirred slightly when she got up, but he was sandwiched between her and Kirley, both of their arms around him and looking rather like the cat who'd bathed in cream, so she kissed him on the cheek, murmured, "Go back to sleep," and slipped off to the loo. And then, well, she was up. Surveying the damage done to the common room and kitchen, she sighed, a smile already teasing its way out, and tied her hair up out of her face. Sunday, Monday, whatever. It had been a long time since she'd made pancakes in this flat.
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[14 May 2012|08:01pm] |
Who: Myron and Electra
What: Putting the new bus through its paces
Where: An abandoned and re-purposed airfield outside London
When: Tuesday afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for general action movie explosions and also Myron's presence.
Status: COMPLETE!
( Burn, baby, burn? )
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[13 May 2012|06:26pm] |
Who: The Band and Guests
What: WWN UK Music Awards
Where: The Silkworm Ballroom
When: Sunday May 13
Rating: PG-13?
Status: In progress
Nominations: here
( And the winner is... )
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[13 May 2012|02:08am] |
You're listening to the third task of the Trimusician Tournament, here on the WWN: Wizarding Wireless Network. Up next, let's see how the Weird Sisters scored when we asked them some...personal questions, about their relationships, personalities, and life on tour with the band.
( Played on the air on Friday evening at 6pm )
You've been listening to the Weird Sisters on the WWN's Trimusician Tournament. Up next, questions and answers from Eckeltric Cauldron. Stay tuned.
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