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BEEP.
You've reached Envy. Speak.
BEEP.
BEEP.
You've reached Envy. Speak.
BEEP.
Envy was exactly the sort of extra to have had the suite specially decorated by the team in a way that brought the theming of both the ceremony and the party together in a pleasing way, really tying the whole day together when they'd finally retreated back to the hotel.
Not that Envy, at least, had had even half a mind to appreciate it all much at all, last night. The day had been long, much longer than she'd anticipated. Not really in the sense of the hours, although those had also been many, but the...
Well.
Look, turned out getting married, even to your extremely steady significant other after years of engagement, was actually a pretty emotional thing to do. And with everything else that had been packed into the day, including all the off-screen stuff like photos and little interview snippets and God knows what else?
Yeah, she'd passed out hard and fast after getting to the room and getting out of her second dress of the evening. And you know what? Even as she was slowly drifting back awake, she had no regrets.
About any part of it.
[ooc: For the husband and some truly slow SP.]
Not that Envy, at least, had had even half a mind to appreciate it all much at all, last night. The day had been long, much longer than she'd anticipated. Not really in the sense of the hours, although those had also been many, but the...
Well.
Look, turned out getting married, even to your extremely steady significant other after years of engagement, was actually a pretty emotional thing to do. And with everything else that had been packed into the day, including all the off-screen stuff like photos and little interview snippets and God knows what else?
Yeah, she'd passed out hard and fast after getting to the room and getting out of her second dress of the evening. And you know what? Even as she was slowly drifting back awake, she had no regrets.
About any part of it.
[ooc: For the husband and some truly slow SP.]
It was the day after Valentine's Day, and that meant Envy Adams was 29 years old today.
But perhaps more importantly, she was just barely acclimating to non-touring life after spending most of last year (and the majority of January, because those NYE concerts had been a killer when multiversal timezones streched out to like two weeks of shows in her personal timeline) on the road.
It had been her idea, to come to Fandom for a little weekend getaway. Maybe because it was one of those spots in the multiverse that was more of a no-man's land of sorts. Not really Envy's, not really Peter's, but the place where they'd been just kids in the middle of other kids, even if just kids was a gross underestimation of everything they'd already been doing back then.
It had seemed like a good place for her to center herself back into something a little less hectic.
But, of course, now that they'd made it past the causeway onto the island proper, Envy was already feeling something was... off. As they walked, she spent a long while squinting at Peter, as if he'd somehow changed his hair after yesterday, or the cut of his clothes was particularly flattering, but she just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
And then she breathed in a particularly big breath, and the feeling grew, and suddenly she knew exactly what was up.
And so she snorted softly, and shook her head. "Oh, we're being Fandomed already."
[ooc: Primarily for the Hegemon, and potentially NSFW-bound because this week is what it is.]
But perhaps more importantly, she was just barely acclimating to non-touring life after spending most of last year (and the majority of January, because those NYE concerts had been a killer when multiversal timezones streched out to like two weeks of shows in her personal timeline) on the road.
It had been her idea, to come to Fandom for a little weekend getaway. Maybe because it was one of those spots in the multiverse that was more of a no-man's land of sorts. Not really Envy's, not really Peter's, but the place where they'd been just kids in the middle of other kids, even if just kids was a gross underestimation of everything they'd already been doing back then.
It had seemed like a good place for her to center herself back into something a little less hectic.
But, of course, now that they'd made it past the causeway onto the island proper, Envy was already feeling something was... off. As they walked, she spent a long while squinting at Peter, as if he'd somehow changed his hair after yesterday, or the cut of his clothes was particularly flattering, but she just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
And then she breathed in a particularly big breath, and the feeling grew, and suddenly she knew exactly what was up.
And so she snorted softly, and shook her head. "Oh, we're being Fandomed already."
[ooc: Primarily for the Hegemon, and potentially NSFW-bound because this week is what it is.]
Envy's second solo album was finally dropping this Friday on all major streaming platforms as well as on both CD and vinyl where physical formats where still sold. On top of that, her second major solo tour was due to begin next week, just in time for everyone to have learned the new stuff by heart. So all in all, between tour prep and last-minute costume fittings and endless phone interviews, Envy was having kind of a busy time.
But if she'd still jumped Peter a little more often and a little more aggressively these past few weeks than she perhaps tended to otherwise... Look, it was a stressful time and she was about to be away from home for months on end. You couldn't blame her for trying to stock up on some personal time with her boyfriend.
In fact, perhaps predictanly, they'd just about finished another bout of that even just now. Envy dropped down next to Peter, rolling onto her back with a pleased sigh.
[ooc: NFB, for the guy. Warning that some residual NSFWness may occur!]
But if she'd still jumped Peter a little more often and a little more aggressively these past few weeks than she perhaps tended to otherwise... Look, it was a stressful time and she was about to be away from home for months on end. You couldn't blame her for trying to stock up on some personal time with her boyfriend.
In fact, perhaps predictanly, they'd just about finished another bout of that even just now. Envy dropped down next to Peter, rolling onto her back with a pleased sigh.
[ooc: NFB, for the guy. Warning that some residual NSFWness may occur!]
Envy hadn't been back to the universe she was from since she'd escaped its clutches at the end of December, after that fiasco with the portals that had left her stranded in LA for the better part of two months. The home studio set-up she had inside her apartment at the Compound combined with multiversal internet had made it possible for her to work on her songs at home and to work remotely with her team.
But now, she couldn't avoid it any longer. She needed to go to an actual studio to record the final, producer-approved version of her song for the Winifred Hailey movie, and she needed to meet with her stylist for some fittings, and she also needed to take care of at least a dozen other things that required her to actually be present in a physical capacity.
And so, she was on the phone with Portalocity.
"Look, I only want full confirmation that your service will not shut down unexpectly, again, and trap me away from where I live."
She was in full-on icy-voiced Envy mode, perfectly calm but very definite. But it wasn't producing the desired results: she was still getting the vague customer service jabber that didn't really mean anything.
"I see." Time to switch strategies. The change in her tone to sweetness should've put the person at the other end of the line on high alert. "Well, of course you can't promise anything, but it would be a real shame if you were to put the Hegemon of this universe in the awful situation of trapping his spouse across the multiverse - again, I might add." A beat. "Yes, that Hegemon," she said, the saccharine practically dripping from her words, "Peter, mm-hm."
Oh, now they were getting somewhere. Was she proud of tweaking the truth a little? No. But was she proud of getting what she wanted? Yes.
"Yes, that's what I thought. Thank you."
[ooc: NFB but open!]
But now, she couldn't avoid it any longer. She needed to go to an actual studio to record the final, producer-approved version of her song for the Winifred Hailey movie, and she needed to meet with her stylist for some fittings, and she also needed to take care of at least a dozen other things that required her to actually be present in a physical capacity.
And so, she was on the phone with Portalocity.
"Look, I only want full confirmation that your service will not shut down unexpectly, again, and trap me away from where I live."
She was in full-on icy-voiced Envy mode, perfectly calm but very definite. But it wasn't producing the desired results: she was still getting the vague customer service jabber that didn't really mean anything.
"I see." Time to switch strategies. The change in her tone to sweetness should've put the person at the other end of the line on high alert. "Well, of course you can't promise anything, but it would be a real shame if you were to put the Hegemon of this universe in the awful situation of trapping his spouse across the multiverse - again, I might add." A beat. "Yes, that Hegemon," she said, the saccharine practically dripping from her words, "Peter, mm-hm."
Oh, now they were getting somewhere. Was she proud of tweaking the truth a little? No. But was she proud of getting what she wanted? Yes.
"Yes, that's what I thought. Thank you."
[ooc: NFB but open!]
In the end, a week in Los Angeles had turned into about a month and a half. And not by choice, apart from the first extra week or so, but rather by Portalocity fuckery because honestly, what else? Caused by 'universes shifting like they sometimes do', they'd told her. Which probably explained how she'd also ended up losing her multiversal cell service for a chunk of it, too.
The customer service reps should've been glad she'd traveled the multiverse enough to know that no amount of yelling or threats would fix anything. Although she'd still been tempted to try.
She'd been stubbornly staying in LA for most of the portal blackout, taking advantage of the opportunities that came from a shitty situation: filmed a couple of cameos for on-brand indie production companies, struck up a weird not-quite-friendship (hangout-ship?) with Winifred Hailey, worked on new songs that her new vaguely oppressive environment inspired in her... But for the last week, she'd been in Montreal. Spending Christmas with her parents had been another opportunity to seize, and so she had.
But today, today her daily habit of calling Portalocity had yielded the result she'd been wanting for over a month: the portals were back. The direct connection was yet to be established, but she'd told them she didn't care, she just wanted to go home. So she'd got all her crap together - a couple more bags' worth than when she'd left in early November - and she'd set on her way.
And now, several portal layovers later... She'd finally made it to the compound, where her first order of business was to get someone from the gate crew to help with her bags.
The second order of business was to call Peter. Ring ring, Peter.
[ooc: NFB, primarily for the guy.]
The customer service reps should've been glad she'd traveled the multiverse enough to know that no amount of yelling or threats would fix anything. Although she'd still been tempted to try.
She'd been stubbornly staying in LA for most of the portal blackout, taking advantage of the opportunities that came from a shitty situation: filmed a couple of cameos for on-brand indie production companies, struck up a weird not-quite-friendship (hangout-ship?) with Winifred Hailey, worked on new songs that her new vaguely oppressive environment inspired in her... But for the last week, she'd been in Montreal. Spending Christmas with her parents had been another opportunity to seize, and so she had.
But today, today her daily habit of calling Portalocity had yielded the result she'd been wanting for over a month: the portals were back. The direct connection was yet to be established, but she'd told them she didn't care, she just wanted to go home. So she'd got all her crap together - a couple more bags' worth than when she'd left in early November - and she'd set on her way.
And now, several portal layovers later... She'd finally made it to the compound, where her first order of business was to get someone from the gate crew to help with her bags.
The second order of business was to call Peter. Ring ring, Peter.
[ooc: NFB, primarily for the guy.]
Los Angeles, Envy's Universe, Thursday
Nov. 22nd, 2018 01:21 pmAnother week, another hotel room.
Envy was still in LA, but since she was technically no longer there on business with the production company that had invited her over in the first place, they were also no longer paying for her stay. So she'd switched to a hotel she was more comfortable paying for herself. It was still fancy, just not as fancy.
And the week so far had been full of meetings, the same as last week. Except today. Today was... a desert. Envy had expected it, of course, but it still felt somehow striking considering the way some of the other days these past few weeks had gone. She had a suspicious text from Winifred Hailey, asking her to 'hang out or whatever' on Saturday, but that was it. That was all the communication she'd received today.
She was free.
And she wasn't sure she could even remember the last day she'd had that was this quiet.
She wasn't sure what to do with herself.
[ooc: NFB but open.]
Envy was still in LA, but since she was technically no longer there on business with the production company that had invited her over in the first place, they were also no longer paying for her stay. So she'd switched to a hotel she was more comfortable paying for herself. It was still fancy, just not as fancy.
And the week so far had been full of meetings, the same as last week. Except today. Today was... a desert. Envy had expected it, of course, but it still felt somehow striking considering the way some of the other days these past few weeks had gone. She had a suspicious text from Winifred Hailey, asking her to 'hang out or whatever' on Saturday, but that was it. That was all the communication she'd received today.
She was free.
And she wasn't sure she could even remember the last day she'd had that was this quiet.
She wasn't sure what to do with herself.
[ooc: NFB but open.]
Los Angeles, Envy's Universe, Sunday
Nov. 18th, 2018 04:00 pmEnvy was still in Los Angeles.
After several annoying postponements, she'd finally met Winifred Hailey earlier today. Over brunch, because apparently it was the LA way. And unlike what the producer had claimed - enthusiastically, and several times over - it didn't seem like Ms. Hailey was a fan of Envy's. In fact, it didn't seem like she was aware of Envy and her career at all. And she wasn't very gracious about it, either, judging by how she played her ignorance off by explaining she was hugely into, like, Latvian folk metal right now, with her tone suggesting that was something Envy should've been impressed by since it was so very unique of her. Or something.
It was exhausting.
The director, who Envy had met up with on Friday, did actually seem to be a fan, though. And gong back to the Demonhead days, no less. So... Win some, lose some, eh? And Envy's LA days were far from over. Several important people had caught wind that she was in town (some by her team's careful manipulation of events, some on their own through the grapevine) and so she had more meetings on various things set up all along next week, too. Guess Brazil would just have to wait.
Getting back to her hotel room, she got the room service menu and placed an order for pretty much the most expensive things on there. Someone else was paying for all this. Might as well make the most of it.
[ooc: NFB but open, you know the drill.]
After several annoying postponements, she'd finally met Winifred Hailey earlier today. Over brunch, because apparently it was the LA way. And unlike what the producer had claimed - enthusiastically, and several times over - it didn't seem like Ms. Hailey was a fan of Envy's. In fact, it didn't seem like she was aware of Envy and her career at all. And she wasn't very gracious about it, either, judging by how she played her ignorance off by explaining she was hugely into, like, Latvian folk metal right now, with her tone suggesting that was something Envy should've been impressed by since it was so very unique of her. Or something.
It was exhausting.
The director, who Envy had met up with on Friday, did actually seem to be a fan, though. And gong back to the Demonhead days, no less. So... Win some, lose some, eh? And Envy's LA days were far from over. Several important people had caught wind that she was in town (some by her team's careful manipulation of events, some on their own through the grapevine) and so she had more meetings on various things set up all along next week, too. Guess Brazil would just have to wait.
Getting back to her hotel room, she got the room service menu and placed an order for pretty much the most expensive things on there. Someone else was paying for all this. Might as well make the most of it.
[ooc: NFB but open, you know the drill.]
Los Angeles, Envy's Universe, Wednesday
Nov. 14th, 2018 04:11 pmEnvy was in Los Angeles. She'd been invited over by a producer who was interested in having her contribute a song for a movie that was currently knee-deep in pre-production. Winifred Hailey, former teen star turned into twenty-something starlet, was attached to play the lead. And according to the producer, both Ms. Hailey as well as the film's director were quote-unquote 'huge Envy fans'. Envy wasn't sure she bought it. But, it was a free trip to LA and she figured a brief change of scenery could do her good. She was supposed be starting work on a new album but it wasn't going very smoothly yet.
So Envy was in Los Angeles.
... And it had taken her less than two days to remember she didn't really enjoy Los Angeles. It was crowded and noisy, yet somehow not the same kind of crowded and noisy that she actually liked, the way things were in New York and, to a slightly lesser extent, in Montreal and Toronto. After some preliminary meetings, she'd pretty much decided she also didn't like the movie business. Or at least she didn't like producers.
Still, she hadn't given up on the deal yet. There were still more people to meet later on this trip, Hailey and the director included. But she was glad to be out of the conference rooms and away from sleazy-feeling executives. She had room to breathe for the rest of the day, and right now, she was doing what she felt would unwind her best: hitting as many used record stores as she could. As obscure as possible.
While wearing shades and a baseball cap, complete with her bleached waves pulled back into a ponytail sticking out from the back. It was the thing to wear when you were kind of a star wanting to blend in.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]
So Envy was in Los Angeles.
... And it had taken her less than two days to remember she didn't really enjoy Los Angeles. It was crowded and noisy, yet somehow not the same kind of crowded and noisy that she actually liked, the way things were in New York and, to a slightly lesser extent, in Montreal and Toronto. After some preliminary meetings, she'd pretty much decided she also didn't like the movie business. Or at least she didn't like producers.
Still, she hadn't given up on the deal yet. There were still more people to meet later on this trip, Hailey and the director included. But she was glad to be out of the conference rooms and away from sleazy-feeling executives. She had room to breathe for the rest of the day, and right now, she was doing what she felt would unwind her best: hitting as many used record stores as she could. As obscure as possible.
While wearing shades and a baseball cap, complete with her bleached waves pulled back into a ponytail sticking out from the back. It was the thing to wear when you were kind of a star wanting to blend in.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]
The process of Envy having part of her apartment converted into a home studio was still in the planning stages. While her intention was mostly just to have the means to record high quality demos in the privacy of her home instead of anything for actual publication, she still didn't want it to be some half-assed thing. So her favorite audio engineer out in New York was planning it for her. It'd get here when it got here.
But, the new sound system for her living room? That had just been installed. Top of the line audio quality and supporting every damn format you could think of (and probably some you couldn't). She'd had it imported from her world and then upgraded by someone from this one. And soon, she'd check out how some of her own latest recordings sounded on it.
But for now...
There's a starman waiting in the sky --
Even Envy wasn't so self-centered as to christen her new sound system with her own oeuvre rather than the best of Bowie.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual!]
But, the new sound system for her living room? That had just been installed. Top of the line audio quality and supporting every damn format you could think of (and probably some you couldn't). She'd had it imported from her world and then upgraded by someone from this one. And soon, she'd check out how some of her own latest recordings sounded on it.
But for now...
There's a starman waiting in the sky --
Even Envy wasn't so self-centered as to christen her new sound system with her own oeuvre rather than the best of Bowie.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual!]
Envy's Apartment, New York, Monday
Sep. 10th, 2018 01:35 pmNot all of Envy's trips to her apartment in New York were for business. Some of them were for pleasure!
... And business. Because when your trade was half pubilicity, an extended stay in town for New York Fashion Week was about as much about being seen at New York Fashion Week as it was about actually getting to see the new season's offerings.
Case in point: now it was Monday morning - a little too early for someone who'd gone to an afterparty last night - and Envy was on the phone, trying to wrangle herself free pick from Rodarte's spring/summer 2019 line.
She was also quietly wondering whether mentioning that she would most likely wear the dresses in far-off reaches of the future would be a pro or a con.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual.]
... And business. Because when your trade was half pubilicity, an extended stay in town for New York Fashion Week was about as much about being seen at New York Fashion Week as it was about actually getting to see the new season's offerings.
Case in point: now it was Monday morning - a little too early for someone who'd gone to an afterparty last night - and Envy was on the phone, trying to wrangle herself free pick from Rodarte's spring/summer 2019 line.
She was also quietly wondering whether mentioning that she would most likely wear the dresses in far-off reaches of the future would be a pro or a con.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual.]
Hegemony Compound Grounds, Saturday
Apr. 28th, 2018 07:52 pmEnvy was covered in paint. Although while she was walking through the compound grounds on her way home, you couldn't really tell that was the case. Not until she shrugged off her jacket - it'd been much cooler where she was coming from, so the jacket had been more merited there than it was here - and it left her arms bare. Because usually, her arms were pale and without a single mark on them. And now? They were a mess of colour and patterns and seemingly random symbols and text fragments.
It was all for a music video, of course. The album was still due to launch in a couple of markets, even as they were already looking towards getting its follow-up together, and her team had decided making a video for Satellite Mind would make sense. So that was what she'd been doing for the past couple of days. Two days of stuff without body paint, and then this last one with body paint, and Envy was oh so ready to come home.
And, yes, they had offered to help her take it all off, but the shoot had run late and they'd been almost kicked out of the location and so she'd opted to just deal with herself. In the comfort of her own home.
She hoped this wasn't going to turn out to be a bad idea.
[ooc: NFB but open for whatever.]
It was all for a music video, of course. The album was still due to launch in a couple of markets, even as they were already looking towards getting its follow-up together, and her team had decided making a video for Satellite Mind would make sense. So that was what she'd been doing for the past couple of days. Two days of stuff without body paint, and then this last one with body paint, and Envy was oh so ready to come home.
And, yes, they had offered to help her take it all off, but the shoot had run late and they'd been almost kicked out of the location and so she'd opted to just deal with herself. In the comfort of her own home.
She hoped this wasn't going to turn out to be a bad idea.
[ooc: NFB but open for whatever.]
Envy's bedroom looked like her closet had exploded. There were clothes everywhere: draped over anything possible, hanging on hangers, laid out on her bed. The only piece of furniture not currently covered in layers of fabric was her vanity table. And that had a bunch of Polaroids on it. All of Envy in different outfits.
Even right now, she was posing for another one in a sleek black-and-white dress in front of her full-length mirror. She snapped a photo and took it out before setting the camera aside for the time being. As she waited for the photo to develop, she kept looking at herself in the mirror, still judging the outfit. She felt like she was on to something, here. Getting closer, but not quite there yet.
But, she had an idea about what direction to take it.
So, she picked up her phone and texted Peter, the latest Polaroid still in her other hand.
Bring me one of your white button down shirts. I need to try something.
[ooc: NFB but open.]
Even right now, she was posing for another one in a sleek black-and-white dress in front of her full-length mirror. She snapped a photo and took it out before setting the camera aside for the time being. As she waited for the photo to develop, she kept looking at herself in the mirror, still judging the outfit. She felt like she was on to something, here. Getting closer, but not quite there yet.
But, she had an idea about what direction to take it.
So, she picked up her phone and texted Peter, the latest Polaroid still in her other hand.
Bring me one of your white button down shirts. I need to try something.
[ooc: NFB but open.]
OOC: Belated availability notice!
Sep. 20th, 2017 09:42 amI haven't fallen off the edge of the world! My life's just been consumed by a movie shoot, and I lack the brain for anything else. We wrap on Friday, so I should be back to my normal levels of availability next week.
In the meantime, Karolina is a Rainbow Brite doll, Jughead is an actual jug, and the rest of my on-island kids are just quietly wrapped up in other business.
In the meantime, Karolina is a Rainbow Brite doll, Jughead is an actual jug, and the rest of my on-island kids are just quietly wrapped up in other business.
The villa was ridiculous. And Envy loved it. And sure, it was expensive as hell, but it was only for a couple of nights and besides, had she not earned it? She'd been working herself ragged for months on end, and she deserved a break that felt like a break. Completely cut off from the rest of her life. She was willing to pay a handsome sum for that.
And she had.
She'd been here since yesterday, just... relaxing. Taking walks along the beach, soaking in the pool, getting some reading done. Just basking in being alone, and without a schedule. Although those last two things were about to change, with Peter's arrival. Even if all the 'schedule' she was going to submit to was Peter's insistence on not being away from Brazil for over 48 hours.
While she waited for him to show his face, she was sitting out on the deck with a book in her lap, gazing out towards the beach. No denying it: this was a comfort.
[ooc: NFB. For that guy, and SP.]
And she had.
She'd been here since yesterday, just... relaxing. Taking walks along the beach, soaking in the pool, getting some reading done. Just basking in being alone, and without a schedule. Although those last two things were about to change, with Peter's arrival. Even if all the 'schedule' she was going to submit to was Peter's insistence on not being away from Brazil for over 48 hours.
While she waited for him to show his face, she was sitting out on the deck with a book in her lap, gazing out towards the beach. No denying it: this was a comfort.
[ooc: NFB. For that guy, and SP.]
At the end, Envy's multiversal tour had looped back in on itself: there'd been an extra leg of shows in universes where the initial attempt had been successful in creating interest. Several shows per universe. Kind of like a tour made up of smaller tours. No one could say Envy wasn't a professional.
But today, the tour of tours was done.
She had security carry her luggage up to her apartment. She had many more bags now than when she'd left, filled with souvenirs as well as clothes and general necessities she'd had to purchase on the road as she ran out of things or a bag got misplaced on a portal layover.
She had the bags set down by the door. She figured she could go through all that crap there instead of lugging all of it further into the apartment. Efficient. She thanked the guards, and closed the door behind them. And then she kicked off her shoes, and walked into the living room.
And laid down on her back in the middle of the floor.
She was home.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual. And SP-y as hell.]
But today, the tour of tours was done.
She had security carry her luggage up to her apartment. She had many more bags now than when she'd left, filled with souvenirs as well as clothes and general necessities she'd had to purchase on the road as she ran out of things or a bag got misplaced on a portal layover.
She had the bags set down by the door. She figured she could go through all that crap there instead of lugging all of it further into the apartment. Efficient. She thanked the guards, and closed the door behind them. And then she kicked off her shoes, and walked into the living room.
And laid down on her back in the middle of the floor.
She was home.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual. And SP-y as hell.]
Some Festival, Somewhere, Thursday FT
Jul. 13th, 2017 08:48 pmSome shows seemed similar, blending into each other until Envy's recent past seemed like one big blur of stages and stages and stages that were all essentially the same.
And then some shows were wholly special. Some shows happened during sunset on stages under a big tent, with a gentle breeze blowing from the ocean. Some shows had Envy jumping and bouncing around the stage in her short sequined dress and feeling happy.
Some shows made it feel like everything was possible.
Some shows made it feel like it didn't matter whether everything was possible, because this was all that mattered. The stage and the breeze and the sunset and the sequins, and the roar and energy and smiles of the crowd.
This made everything else worth it.
[ooc: NFB but open for calls/texts/emails afterwards!]
And then some shows were wholly special. Some shows happened during sunset on stages under a big tent, with a gentle breeze blowing from the ocean. Some shows had Envy jumping and bouncing around the stage in her short sequined dress and feeling happy.
Some shows made it feel like everything was possible.
Some shows made it feel like it didn't matter whether everything was possible, because this was all that mattered. The stage and the breeze and the sunset and the sequins, and the roar and energy and smiles of the crowd.
This made everything else worth it.
[ooc: NFB but open for calls/texts/emails afterwards!]
It was Canada Day somewhere.
But not where Envy was. Here it was just another day with a ton of interviews – although most by phone to other parts of the multiverse entirely – followed by a show. And then another night at a hotel.
The interviews were more of the same, the show was exhilarating, and the hotel was... Well, it was nice. If lonely. This was one of the slightly more off-beat stops on the tour: northern Europe wasn't exactly an obvious choice for the beginnings of world domination. But Envy's team was taking the opportunity to try different approaches in different worlds. A one-off show somewhere relatively remote was one such experiment. Seeing what word-of-mouth and mystery did.
It made for a quiet night post-show, at least.
The hotel bar boasted about having served 'luxury cold drinks since 1887'. It was a nice enough place for Envy to be sipping a drink. Alone. While scrolling through the next few days' itinerary on her phone. Oh, the life of a multiversal star-in-the-making.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]
But not where Envy was. Here it was just another day with a ton of interviews – although most by phone to other parts of the multiverse entirely – followed by a show. And then another night at a hotel.
The interviews were more of the same, the show was exhilarating, and the hotel was... Well, it was nice. If lonely. This was one of the slightly more off-beat stops on the tour: northern Europe wasn't exactly an obvious choice for the beginnings of world domination. But Envy's team was taking the opportunity to try different approaches in different worlds. A one-off show somewhere relatively remote was one such experiment. Seeing what word-of-mouth and mystery did.
It made for a quiet night post-show, at least.
The hotel bar boasted about having served 'luxury cold drinks since 1887'. It was a nice enough place for Envy to be sipping a drink. Alone. While scrolling through the next few days' itinerary on her phone. Oh, the life of a multiversal star-in-the-making.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]
A Club, Jim's Universe, Friday FT
Jun. 23rd, 2017 10:10 pmEnvy didn't enjoy touring, not really. Not like this, anyway, when every day it was a different city, a different universe and her days were packed with interviews upon interviews to the point where it didn't even matter that she was hopping around the multiverse because it all got repetitive and disorienting and it was hard to keep track of where she was, anyway.
But the shows made it worth it. Every night, she remembered what the point of this whole endeavour was: on stage, she felt alive. She felt at home.
And in that respect, tonight was no different. The place was packed, as most stops on this weird tour were. Envy's crew had made good work on researching who the relevant hipster influencers of the area were, and invited them directly. They did the rest. And so the energy in the club was good. Easy to feed off of. Envy was practically glowing as she strutted about the stage, holding her audience's rapt attention with her every move. Every song.
Towards the end of her show, she dedicated a song to a "blue-eyed farm boy", and made a mental note to check the blogs tomorrow for any speculation about that. Just for fun. Let them gossip. She'd just sing.
"No more hot-headed Saturdays; they got it, they want it, they give it away. Tell me one thing you would never do; I was looking for a hooker when I found you."
Then, with a few more songs – one encore included – the show was over and Envy was backstage, changing into a different dress while her crew got to packing things away. Security at the backstage door had been given a printout of a cheesy, smiley photo of Jim for reference in case he came by, but Envy was also planning to head back out into the club once it cleared out some, if he didn't choose to come to her first.
She wasn't sure he'd made it. She was hoping he had. She wanted tonight to be a little different from all the other ones on this tour.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, for the mentioned boy with the bluest eyes!]
But the shows made it worth it. Every night, she remembered what the point of this whole endeavour was: on stage, she felt alive. She felt at home.
And in that respect, tonight was no different. The place was packed, as most stops on this weird tour were. Envy's crew had made good work on researching who the relevant hipster influencers of the area were, and invited them directly. They did the rest. And so the energy in the club was good. Easy to feed off of. Envy was practically glowing as she strutted about the stage, holding her audience's rapt attention with her every move. Every song.
Towards the end of her show, she dedicated a song to a "blue-eyed farm boy", and made a mental note to check the blogs tomorrow for any speculation about that. Just for fun. Let them gossip. She'd just sing.
"No more hot-headed Saturdays; they got it, they want it, they give it away. Tell me one thing you would never do; I was looking for a hooker when I found you."
Then, with a few more songs – one encore included – the show was over and Envy was backstage, changing into a different dress while her crew got to packing things away. Security at the backstage door had been given a printout of a cheesy, smiley photo of Jim for reference in case he came by, but Envy was also planning to head back out into the club once it cleared out some, if he didn't choose to come to her first.
She wasn't sure he'd made it. She was hoping he had. She wanted tonight to be a little different from all the other ones on this tour.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, for the mentioned boy with the bluest eyes!]
Envy had been busy. She'd spent about a month hopping around the multiverse on promotion duty, playing exclusive shows and giving interviews, drumming up interest and creating a buzz for various multiversal launches of her album. And she'd loved every second. It was great work, and she thrived in the spotlight.
But it was great to be home ––
Well, here. Back.
Semantics, whatever. She was back in Brazil, at least for a week or so: after that, she was heading out again. More places to hit. Some of the harder ones, even. That was why she'd scheduled her break right at this point in the endeavour.
But right now, she was sitting on her living room floor, working. She had a big crate of fan mail in front of her, pre-sorted by her assistants and sent in from New York. They'd weeded out the boring stuff and just left what they thought she'd find interesting, and maybe even worth personally replying to.
And somewhere in the middle of all this work, she thought to send Peter a text. Nothing fancy, just simply:
I'm back.
[ooc: NFB but open to calls/emails/texts, and that dude that also lives within the compound!]
But it was great to be home ––
Well, here. Back.
Semantics, whatever. She was back in Brazil, at least for a week or so: after that, she was heading out again. More places to hit. Some of the harder ones, even. That was why she'd scheduled her break right at this point in the endeavour.
But right now, she was sitting on her living room floor, working. She had a big crate of fan mail in front of her, pre-sorted by her assistants and sent in from New York. They'd weeded out the boring stuff and just left what they thought she'd find interesting, and maybe even worth personally replying to.
And somewhere in the middle of all this work, she thought to send Peter a text. Nothing fancy, just simply:
I'm back.
[ooc: NFB but open to calls/emails/texts, and that dude that also lives within the compound!]
