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[panspermia]

DISPLAYING SUBJECT: GREG UNIVERSE Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Band: DEFYING ATMOSPHERE Instrument: LEAD/RHYTHM GUITAR Fame Lvl: 4 - Empathic Influence, Mental Manipulation, Reality Bending, Beginner Sorcery  Current MP: 33 (138 total) Short Description: ► With a wild mane and a passion for ripped clothes, Mr. Universe loves nothing more than the music. He may like to party, but the rock star lifestyle is more about the rock for him. His genuine passion for the craft passes on to a clear respect for his fans. Regains So Far: ★OCTOBER★ ► MEMORY  1: Discussing with his unknown child how he met his mother. What is this, like, a vision of the future??? ► MEMORY  2: A beautiful, huge, pink woman encourages him to speak into the old video camera. They're recording a message for their child. ★NOVEMBER★ ► MEMORY  3: The huge pink woman dances with another woman to his performance. With a glowing light, the two of them combine into a huge, four-eyed dancer. ► MEMORY  4: A colossal red eye lights the sky, before a laser beam in the shape of the pink woman destroys it. Debris crashes around him; if every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs. ► MEMORY  5: A writhing, shifting mass of catlike tumors struggles to walk through a car wash. He watches, desperately hoping what's underneath survives. ► MEMORY  6: He peeks through the door to find the walls covered in frost. A small, blue woman sits on a frozen bed, and though he can't see her eye, he knows she's looking at him. "He's not going to like that it's square." This is sorta inconvenient. ► MEMORY  7: He filters an alien static through his sound system, trying to decipher its message, but his van gives out first. ★DECEMBER★ ► MEMORY 8: Garnet thanks him with a handshake. It feels like he's won an award.  ► MEMORY 9: Steven and a young girl burst through a portal of light on the back of a bright pink lion. Greg would run to embrace them, if not for the pain in his leg and the solid chunks of ocean crashing down around them. ► MEMORY 10: He watches, like a ghost, as war ravages the world around him. It's a battle for him, for everyone like him, older and more vast than he can comprehend. He's so small. ► MEMORY 11: The pink woman stares at him, utterly lost. This was supposed to bring them closer. It still can, he thinks. They just need to communicate. ►MEMORY 12: A small, purple woman taunts him by transforming into the shape of the pink woman. She says it's his fault she's not here. He knows she's right. ★JANUARY★ ►MEMORY 13: He's going to get to sleep on a couch?! He cannot believe his luck. ►MEMORY 14: It's already hard enough setting up the camera without the toddler squirming in his arms. They have to get at least one good picture of the cake before it gets demolished. ►MEMORY 15: He takes a regal bow to his king, the indisputable ruler of watermelons. They break down into uncontrollable giggles. ►MEMORY 16: He closes the book, and smiles at his sleeping son. He casts one last anxious, uncertain look at the trio in the living room, before leaving. ★FEBRUARY★ ►MEMORY 17: He cannot afford the hospital. Duct tape's like a cast, right? Totally. Good enough. ►MEMORY 18: The pink woman calls plant life to come to life around her, obeying her whims. ►MEMORY 19: Cripes Steven has a LOT of powers. ►MEMORY 20: One little lie can't hurt. It means they'll get to be together again. This will all be worth it in the end. Contact Player: ► yunisverse ► PM - unij ► AIM - UniverseJuice IC CONTACT ► PHONE: 1-555-678-3773 ► TEXT: 1-555-678-3773 ► EMAIL: mruniverse@virgoentertainment.vgo ► TWITTER: @universeonearth ► FACEBOOK: Mr. Greg Universe ► TUMBLR: 5yearmission.tumblr.com (not public knowledge it belongs to him; entirely reblogs of cool space photosets)

Comments

[panspermia]

oh
ok
who is this

[interstellarnpcs]

anansi
your coworker

[panspermia]

oh ok
nice to meet
it's good to finally
what do you want to talk about
i mean specifically i have a good idea of the gist

[interstellarnpcs]

i'm supposed 2 train u
they said u got pretty far along already but
theres some basic shit that needs 2 be covered before you'll get much better

[panspermia]

that makes sense ok
am i supposed to meet you somewhere or something?

[interstellarnpcs]

yeah
come 2 the ballroom on lvl 12
it's time 2 get fucked up

[panspermia]

uh ok see you soon

[ So this is happening. Yup. No amount of hand wringing is going to prevent it. So, he tells Steven he's got a meeting and he'll be back soon. And then he goes. ]

[ACTION]

[interstellarnpcs]

[When he arrives, Anansi will be sitting in the middle of the dance floor by herself. She offers him a small solute when he arrives, but nothing else. She's dressed simply in jeans and a tank top. He legs are casually crossed, and she's got the look of someone who has been spending some time in thought.

She has no supplies with her. All there is to see is Greg, Anansi, and a stretch of bare hardwood floor.]

[panspermia]

[ He gives a halfhearted wave. ]

H-hey. Nice to, uh, officially meet. Kind of. Um. [ He glances around the room. Even if it's a futile effort, he'd much rather talk than... whatever else. ]

[interstellarnpcs]

[She shrugs, and then pats the floor in front of her, waiting expectantly.]

[panspermia]

[ Greg only hesitates for a moment, before walking over to sit. ]

L-look, I dunno how much Mr. Blanche told you, but. I've sort of uh, lucked through this so far, so, I um... I dunno if this is gonna work too well.

[interstellarnpcs]

Nobody doesn't luck through the first part. They don't even talk about it until you've already shown a lot of potential.

Only difference is that you got...what? Five months under the belt and suddenly you're a rockstar. That's not how this usually goes. There's something wrong with your group, I swear.

[panspermia]

Yeah... he mentioned something about that. [ He shrugs a little. He sure hasn't got a clue why they'd be special. ] How long'd it take you...?

[interstellarnpcs]

[She shrugs again.]

A few years, I guess. To get to about where you are now. Kind of lost track, at this point.

[panspermia]

[ Greg goes quiet at that, staring at his hands in his lap. So is the ghosts and stuff not normal? Or the memories, or... he wants so badly to ask, but he can't be sure yet if that's a good idea. Though, none of this feels like a good idea anyway. ]

[interstellarnpcs]

[Well, if they both go quiet, this could just go on forever. After a while she speaks up.]

...Anyway, he said you were already doing the Broadway thing, so that's pretty big. But he also said it folded like a deck of cards at the first push, which is what we've got to change.

[panspermia]

[ Are those the official terms, Anansi? ]

Oh...kay. What should I...?

[interstellarnpcs]

Have you ever used it to get into someone's head before?

[She asks this like it's a totally normal thing to do.]

[panspermia]

Wh--no!

[ His anxiety over the notion is immediate and obvious. Still, it's not wholly true; Doctor's been pushing him to practice, specifically to avoid any accidents with it. Greg doesn't want to encourage the notion further. ]

[interstellarnpcs]

Well, you're going to have to. [She is obviously completely unaffected by his apparent revulsion at the idea.] At least enough so you can fight that off yourself. If you can't do that, you're totally useless.

[panspermia]

Wh... but... [ He pulls his knees up to his chest, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. ] I, I mean, I can already do all this other cool stuff. Can't... can't I just like... specialize, or...?

[interstellarnpcs]

[Impatience is clearly already mounting within her.]

No, because it's all the same thing. You can't, like...specialize in driving a car by only doing right turns. Fuck, man.

[panspermia]

[ Her aggravation only makes him shrink further. ]

There's gotta be something else he can use me for.

[interstellarnpcs]

Like what, smart guy?

[Her eyes are narrowed.]

[panspermia]

[ He shrugs, feeling incredibly small as he avoids her gaze. ]

C-come on. It's a big company full of all sorts of shady stuff. You're telling me this is all we're good for?