Envy's Duplex, The Hegemony Compound, Brazil, Saturday
There'd been a lot of portaling back and forth between Toronto and Brazil, lately. Kid Chameleon was getting pretty large. Physically. Stephanie Nordegraf had joined up some time ago to play bass, but now Envy had recruited a guy called Cole to take over the drums because he was actually good (and, shut up Stephen, he was actually an okay guy, too), so she'd shifted Scott to bass because Stephanie was taking up bongos and viola.
It was most efficient that way. She wanted the band to really get known. And she wasn't sure why Scott seemed to have a problem with that.
She wasn't sure about a lot of things to do with Scott, these days.
And there was the thing where she wasn't sure whether Jim was alive or not.
So, her mood had not been the best for a while. The piano probably been had been kind of a related impulse buy. To soothe her brain. Something she felt like she deserved. Like she'd earned it by now. (There was a pack of cigarettes on top of it. Those were... yeah. Not exactly a reward.) She was sitting at the piano now, playing some melody or other. Trying to get herself out of her head.
[ooc: NFB, but open!]
It was most efficient that way. She wanted the band to really get known. And she wasn't sure why Scott seemed to have a problem with that.
She wasn't sure about a lot of things to do with Scott, these days.
And there was the thing where she wasn't sure whether Jim was alive or not.
So, her mood had not been the best for a while. The piano probably been had been kind of a related impulse buy. To soothe her brain. Something she felt like she deserved. Like she'd earned it by now. (There was a pack of cigarettes on top of it. Those were... yeah. Not exactly a reward.) She was sitting at the piano now, playing some melody or other. Trying to get herself out of her head.
[ooc: NFB, but open!]