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[faithfulflame]

DISPLAYING SUBJECT: REI HINO Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Band: FLOWERS OVER BONES Instrument: VIOLIN Fame Lvl: 1 Current MP: 1 Short Description: ► Rei is a small, slender young woman with an elegant figure and a cool attitude. She's the model of traditional beauty, and has no objections to playing on expectations and her looks to get her way. Standing maybe 5'2” she blends into the background, giving off the image of vulnerability and gentility when compared to her more enthusiastic and noisy bandmates Regains So Far: ► Maximum Pyromancy/Pyrokinesis (-90 MP) ► Moderate Psychic Abilities (-30 MP) ► Moderate Martian Body (-30 MP) ► Moderate Senshi Flight (-30 MP) ► Minor Senshi Traits (-15) Contact Player: ► axiomaticgrue ► PM: This Journal ► AIM: Tuldawen IC CONTACT ► PHONE: 1-555-555-5555 ► TEXT: 1-555-555-5555 ► EMAIL: HinoFlower@virgoentertainment.vgo ► TWITTER: HinoFlower ► FACEBOOK: CasablancaMemories@facebook.com ► TUMBLR:CasablancaMemories.Tumblr.com

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[faithfulflame]

"No, Jamie, that makes perfect sense."

Rei keeps her voice low but flat. He's starting to figure it out too. So, may as well put another card on the table.

"We're not from this place. My band and I started thinking about it, and we're starting to believe that we were kidnapped. I mean you saw what Blanche and Santiago can do. Why not cross between dimensions or whatever? We were definitely brainwashed, too. Made to forget things."

[mildwildchild]

He goes silent for a long time, looking away from Rei to the tabletop, the mug in his hands, the wall behind her, anything. It's a ludicrous suggestion, completely untenable, the kind of thing some hack would write up in those trashy tabloids. It's also the only thing that makes any sense.

"You think so, huh," he murmurs finally. "We're actual, literal aliens." He lets out a short, humorless laugh. "Maybe the Vista City Arcane wasn't just pulling stuff out of its ass after all."

He takes another gulp of his cocoa, wishing it was something a little stronger. "If that's true, though - why? Why would they wanna kidnap and brainwash a bunch of people just to be rockstars?"

[faithfulflame]

"Maybe not. The Arcane is still a rag for bird cages, but they may have some real sources somewhere," Rei says with a laugh, polishing off her own drink and picking up a cookie to nibble on.

That question was one they'd all struggled with. And they had no good answer.

"I have no idea why. I mean, it seems like a lot of trouble, especially since some of us obviously have supernatural talents. I won't even pretend to guess what that means."

[mildwildchild]

"You'd think there were plenty of people right here in Vista City that they could brainwash," Jamie says with a shake of his head. "Makes you wonder what's so special about us."

He pauses. "Unless the supernatural stuff is what makes us special. Maybe they're, like...converting that power into the ability to make music as good as we do. Or they were, until people started regaining their powers."

[faithfulflame]

"I have no idea," Rei says simply, but...there's a glint in her eye. "That's a good theory though, and probably as reasonable a one as we're going to get. Taking us here can't have been easy. So there must be some benefit to us, specifically, you're right.."

[mildwildchild]

Jamie chews on his lip a little, pensively. "And it's probably not just us, either. There was...that guy talking with Anansi, whoever he was. Maybe Anansi too, and Naomi Rivers, and fucking Predator, and every other band that's with our two labels. Maybe they're all...just like us." He still can't quite bring himself to embrace the idea that he's an alien.

"And maybe using people like us is why Pride and Virgo are as big as they are, compared to all the other music labels around. Something about us, people like us, makes for...really great music. Somehow." He looks a little perplexed as he says this, for fairly obvious reasons.

[faithfulflame]

"That's probable. They may not be native either, but I'm really sort of lost on the why still. Maybe it is those powers. Or just...who we are, even if we don't have them."

Because as far as she can tell, Pao-Lin and Luce don't have them. Which is a whole other angle.

"Anyway. That's...what I wanted to say. That's...what we've been guessing."

[mildwildchild]

Jamie nods and leans back, running all this around in his head, and lets out a slow breath. There are about a million other questions on his mind now, but they might have to wait until he can wrangle his thoughts into order. For now, he just asks, "Who else have you talked to about this?"

[faithfulflame]

"Yosuke. Koumei. And my band. That's all."

Because she can't bring herself to do that to Rarity.

[mildwildchild]

The usual suspects. Yosuke and Koumei are good for talking to about this kind of stuff, though.

"And they all agree that that's what's probably going on with us?"

[faithfulflame]

"Yes. It all seems to line up."

So...that's something at least.

[mildwildchild]

"I haven't talked much about it with anyone other than you and Yosuke. Koumei a little bit, but he's really careful about where we discuss stuff like that."

He huffs a laugh, lacing his fingers behind his head. "I told Luci once that maybe we were remembering past lives or something. Guess I wasn't thinking batshit enough, huh?"

[faithfulflame]

"Not even a little bit. But we...really shouldn't be staying too much longer or people will get suspicious."

Mostly the body guards...

"I'll walk you back to the metro, if you want. I took it myself, today."

[mildwildchild]

"Oh - yeah, you're probably right." Jamie finishes off his cocoa and stands up, a little reluctantly - they were finally getting into some meaty stuff, and in some ways he'd rather keep discussing it than just sit on all these ideas. But he supposes it'd be good to have some time to mull them over and reach his own conclusions, too.

"Sure, if you wouldn't mind. Nobody's noticed us so far, I don't think they'll pay any attention to us on the street as long as we're careful."

[faithfulflame]

"I mean the labels."

They are kind of discussing something that could be construed as rebellious, after all. And she doesn't want them getting walked up on by bodyguards or managers.

"Let's go."

[mildwildchild]

"Yeah, I get it." He leads off, slipping through the rows of tables to head for the door. Once they're outside, he tucks his hands into his pockets and chuffs a little. "Too bad there's not an easier way of talking about this kinda stuff. Guess that's what the bosses want, though - keeps us from organizing too much."

Divide and conquer: the tried-and-true tactic of brutal dictatorships everywhere.