Envy Adams (
whenshewasnice) wrote2016-08-05 01:01 am
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Envy's Apartment (That Gideon Is Paying For), New York, Thursday FT
The album release preparations were in full swing. Some things had been locked down already, namely the date and the venue of the party. Other things... Well, it was late in the evening, but a courier had just dropped off a bunch of sketches of potential costumes for Envy to wear on her big night.
(He'd hoped Gideon would've come by with the sketches himself. But he seemed to be working around the clock, always micromanaging something or other. Wasn't her turn tonight.)
They were elaborate designs. There were wings, there was fur, and all manner of positively avantgarde contraptions. Nothing like the simple robe she had on while she was sitting on her couch and going through them. Not that she needed them to be anything like her robe – they had to be something that would make an impression. Something with the power and potential to be iconic.
Still. She wasn't sure whether they were fully her.
Sighing, she set the sketches down. Maybe she'd worked long enough for today. On things that had to do with her career, anyway, because almost despite herself, she found herself picking up her phone. She'd been putting this off. Telling herself there was nothing to do. She found the number in her contacts. Pressed the call button, and brought the phone to her ear.
Hey, maybe he'd be too busy to pick up. Or maybe the signal wouldn't even go through. The multiverse was big and wide, even if you weren't Starfleet.
[ooc: NFB, the call is for he that knows who he is, but can be open for other calls and stuff if that's your kind of thing. Along with SP.]
(He'd hoped Gideon would've come by with the sketches himself. But he seemed to be working around the clock, always micromanaging something or other. Wasn't her turn tonight.)
They were elaborate designs. There were wings, there was fur, and all manner of positively avantgarde contraptions. Nothing like the simple robe she had on while she was sitting on her couch and going through them. Not that she needed them to be anything like her robe – they had to be something that would make an impression. Something with the power and potential to be iconic.
Still. She wasn't sure whether they were fully her.
Sighing, she set the sketches down. Maybe she'd worked long enough for today. On things that had to do with her career, anyway, because almost despite herself, she found herself picking up her phone. She'd been putting this off. Telling herself there was nothing to do. She found the number in her contacts. Pressed the call button, and brought the phone to her ear.
Hey, maybe he'd be too busy to pick up. Or maybe the signal wouldn't even go through. The multiverse was big and wide, even if you weren't Starfleet.
[ooc: NFB, the call is for he that knows who he is, but can be open for other calls and stuff if that's your kind of thing. Along with SP.]

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Of course, his phone ringing meant his peaceful interlude was interrupted but still. He sighed and sat down in one of the chairs in front of one of the many consoles and said, "Hello?"
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No one did silky mildness better than Envy Adams. She didn't have to try for that certain phone sex-y breathiness, these days. She didn't even need to mean to do it. It just happened.
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"Hey," he said, steady and calm. "How's it going? Figured you'd be busy or something."
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Not too late. But late enough not to be working.
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He searched for an off button, found none and...just hit the button again. The light stopped. "I'm flattered."
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She said it matter-of-factly. She didn't do apologetic. (Not that she was entirely sure she had reason to be apologetic, anyway.) It dind't suit her image.
"Missed you at the rest of the party."
She assumed he'd stayed, anyway. She hadn't really had time to look for him after he'd vanished into the crowd. And yes, that was the 'didn't see you' type, not the other kind of missing. (Not on the surface of that particular statement, anyway.)
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There wasn't even innuendo in that. Just some admittance that she'd planned ahead for a party she hadn't necessarily been too into.
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Far be it from her to state it that clearly, though. "There's been a lot happening while you've been out in space. I only have a handful of important people left."
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"... You're not one of the people I've lost, Jim." Although now that she'dhad to think back over what she'd said, she could see how it would sound that way. "I was explaining why I might be... touchy --" She didn't like that word, but it would have to do. "-- about the ones I have left."
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"Well, I guess you've been punished enough, since you didn't get to make out with me." She was trying for a little joke there. An olive branch. "Apology accepted. Sorry I was a bitch."
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That didn't fully answer the question. She was aware of that.
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Envy and friends didn't really mix, it seemed. She didn't sound too affected by that.
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