14613/we'll get you that 1up

we'll get you that 1up
Date of Scene:	05 April 2023
Location:	Dazzler's Music Studio
Synopsis:	Yukio and Lorna come by the studio... Yukio sings and everyoneg gets very emotional...
Cast of Characters:	Alison Blaire, Lorna Dane, Yukio

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Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison is turning slowly in her swivel chair, one foot up on the console, the other set down on the carpet. Both are bare. She's wearing yoga pants and simple t-shirt, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. A set of headphones on her ears, with a track playing through them, mixing the trebble with occational knob twists and adjustments.

A blunt hangs from her bottom lip.

Fuck the rating.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "Fuck that stinks Alison." Complains a familiar voice as she enters the room. A tall green haired woman keeps a hand held up to her nose, pinching slightly and the other hand waving in front of her face. "At least share, bitch." Lorna demands as she approaches Alison and takes the devils lettuce cigarette and takes a long pull from it herself.

Yukio has posed:
NO MINORS WILL USE DRUGS. TODAY.

Yukio has been spending an inordinate amount of time hanging out in the recording studio. Firstly, Alison lets her. Second, she offered to let Yuki do -backup vocals- sometime and it's -so cool-. Thirdly, this place has the best snacks, she just has to doublecheck the brownies to see if they smell a little ... green.

Thusly, the cutest ninja almost seems to flounce into the hazy studio, wrinkling her nose. She is wearing leggings, fuzzy socks with cartoony cat faces on them, and a light pink t-shirt that reads 'Hello Kinky' above a knockoff Sanrio cat in bondage.

It's funny!

"Oh! I didn't know you had company, Ali, I can go," she says, taking a step backwards. Such a polite girl.

Alison Blaire has posed:
"Ugh.. who let you in." Alison glares back at Lorna, hearing that familiar voice even over the drown of her own voice in her headset. She hits the blunt a few more times, pushing it into the corner of her mouth, then holds it back out to Lorna. Held up between two fingers, "This isn't that pussy shit you're use to in genosha. This is straight out of Snoop Doggs personal stash." It's that celebrity shit.

Enter Yukio.

Alison grins at the asian and shakes her head, "This isn't a guest, it's Lorna. She barely counts as a person." There is an odd sound of affection in how she says that though. Like it's some twisted form of endearment? Maybe the green haired Queen has grown on her. Maybe she's high. Who even knows.

She winks over at Yukio, "You know Lorna? Lorna, Yukio, Yukio, Lorna. One of you is an amazing person, the other of you is a tramp, I'll let you two figure out which is which."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lorna takes a half breath, then puts it to her lips, pulls, takes another deeper breath and then pulls again before passing the sin stick back to Alison. Turning to Yukio with a surprised look crossing her face, her hunter eyebrows darting up but her breath still held, Lorna nods, then waves, then bows slightly before looking away and releasing a plume of smoke.

    "Sorry. I'm Lorna." The monarch says in a deep voice as she looks back to Alison and says, "It better be that good good. Why else do you think I come around here. Certainly not to be abused by your mean ass." Lorna says smirking before claiming a seat on the floor, criss cross apple sauce.

Yukio has posed:
Yuki is, well, incredibly polite. She's aware of who Lorna is, if not familiar with her personally. She gets a formal bow, likely to Alison's consternation. "Your .... majesty? Miss Dane? How should I address you? My name is Yukio." Her tone, unlike normal, is very formal and clipped. Also likey to Ali's consternation.

She's hesitant, her steps almost shuffling across the floor as she gets closer, only to sit on the floor as well, except she effortlessly drops to her knees in a perfect seiza. Lorna -is- royalty, she deserves the formal method of sitting in case she needs to prostrate herself on the floor!

Still, she smiles up at Alison, dark eyes glinting. "Thank you for letting me hang out."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Oh thank god I pose before Lorna.

Alison peers over at Yukio asking Lorna how she should 'refer to her', "By her stank ass bitchness." She doesn't outright ignore the Queen, accepting the blunt back to take another hit and lay it on the ashtray, "Alternatively, you can call her 'That tripe ass, lowtide bitch', but that's a mouthful." See? She's every bit as mean to her In character.

There's a glance up at the green haired woman, a little grin, and a playful wink.

Only the observant would see it.

And she's holding her hand out to Yukio, "Blah blah blah... She's talking bullshit. Come on, let's get you in this booth." Motioning, ushering the ninja towards the door that leads into the recording part of the studio.

Lorna Dane has posed:
     With a sidelong glance to Alison, Lorna takes a deep breath while remaining on the floor. "I'm not going to set a bad example for Yukio here. She's already spending time with you." Subtle jab while acting like she's taking the high road. Then a single eye opens towards Alison and a FAINT little smirk at the corner of Lorna's lip.

    "Just. Call me Lorna, please AND thank you Yukio." She notes before watching the younger woman be lead to the booth. "Break a leg."

Yukio has posed:
Yuki is more than a little surprised. She, honestly, expected royalty to be...bitchier! She doesn't really have time to process this as she's herded by Ali and ushered into the booth. "Wait! But! I'm not readyyyyyy!"

It's honestly strange. Yukio is literally a trained killer. An assassin. Ending the lives of people who need it? Sure. Singing where other people can hear? Terrifying. Absolute, bone shaking terror. She doesn't think she's good enough. She doesn't think she's ready for this, even though she wants it very badly. It'd prove her grandfather wrong. She'd have a CREDIT on an ALBUM and his words about such things not being a proper path would be proven false.

These thoughts run through her head, and a shift happens. Her body language changes. It's still casual, but the anxiety leaves it. Cold confidence fills her stance. It's the stance of someone who knows what they want. It's the stance of a killer.

"What should I do?"

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison grins at Lorna, an uncharacteristic break in the constant bitchiness. She reaches out and hooks the Queen's hip to pull her closer and squeezes her in a hug that, if anyone sees, she's definitely going to have to kill them. Then releases her arm and pushes the button to feed into the recording booth, "Just do what comes naturally, Yuki." She motions with a flicking hand. "Sing, hum... just start small. Everything is useful." This is, hopefully, reassuring.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lorna stands up into the hug from Alison and closes her eyes as she starts to bring her arms around to embrace the popstar on return, the moment is over. Lorna stands there blankly for a moment before sighing softly and stepping up to the audio board and leaning over it to watch Alison work. A thumbs up is given to Yukio to help encourage but she does lean more on one foot to press herself into the back of Alison's shoulder just enough to be felt.

Yukio has posed:
Yukio is left in the booth alone. It's so quiet. Not quite the numbing silence of some acousticly shielded rooms, but quiet enough. It's quiet enough that she can hear her own puls. Hear her blood racing. Quiet enough that when Alison hits the button to talk into the booth, she jumps a little, eyes snapping wide.

"O-okay, Ali. I'll ...figure something out."

She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and starts to sing from memory. It's a slow and sweet song, and entirely incomprehensible unless one speaks Japanese.

"Yurikago no uta o
Kanariya ga utau yo
Nenneko Nenneko
Nenneko yo..."

It honestly sounds like a lullaby. Yuki's voice is untrained, but she can carry a tune and she sounds very sweet. Her eyes are closed and she sways a little bit, arms wrapped around herself as she's lost in a memory for a moment.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison does not speak Japanese, but she does speak music...

When Yukio begins singing, that soft, melodic tone is almost entrancing... she stares through the window at the woman on the other side with her jaw tightening. Without pushing the button on the console, her voice isn't heard in the booth, so when she looks up at Lorna, "Holy shit, this girl can actually sing..." It could be literally anything.

She blinks a couple times at the Queen of Genosha, reaches up to lay her hand across the back of the green haired woman's neck, and looks back at the window. Mouthing something that only Lorna hears, "Okay, I got this watch." She runs her fingers through Lorna's hair and pushes a button on the console, playing the beat she'd just been listening to. A set of headphones are held up to Lorna with the other hand.

Once they're taken, she lowers the base, slows the tempo, and matches the beat to Yukio. Shifting her own audio over it so Yukio's singing is a whisper beneath her own lyrics. Are they saying the same thing? No... but god damn..

Lorna Dane has posed:
     Lorna nods a few times, mouth movements that are not subtitled or audible mean that she could say anything, and with a hard look to Yukio before the headphones are put on, Lorna is saying "I'll take your word, I don't know what she just dang. Get me some headphones bimbo." Still taking small jabs.

     With the headphones on, Lorna disappears behind the board as she sits down and looks back up to Alison. Jaw slack, "That's incredible. Both of you!" No jab, only awe.

Yukio has posed:
In the booth, Yuki can't hear the mix. She can't hear the magic going on at the console. All she can hear with her ears is her own voice, and in her heart, her mother's. The one who sang this to her as a child before bed. The one who was soft and tender when the rest of her life was so harsh.

Her eyes stay closed as she sways, singing the children's lullaby, tears starting to fall. Not many, but eminently noticable through the window. It's a short song, and by the last repeat of the little chorus rhyme, her voice cracks with emotion, likely making it unusable, or possibly very usable.

Finished with the song, she opens her eyes, scrubbing them with the back of her hand and sniffling just a little. She didn't expect that much memory. That much -feeling-.

It's intense.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison peers up at Lorna, "Do I tell you how to run a country?" She chides her, "Fuck no, I don't. So damn right you'll take my word for how good MUSIC sounds." That's just the nature of their relationship. Leaning her head over to half head-butt, half lean against, Lorna. She raises her hand and flicks her fingers for Yukio to come out.

"Well.." Her expression dower.

She whips up a third set of headphones and holds them out to the nina. "It's... I guess it's alright.. here, have a listen."

What plays is... well Yukio will probably hate the sound of her own voice anyways, but Alison has blended it in with her own so the soothing Japanese lyrics are just audible between Alison's sultry, heavy sing. Accompanied by a much slower tempo'd beat.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    The tears on Yukio's face do it to Lorna, she allows the build up to reach her emotions and then there's Alison picking on her at the same time. Quietly because it's not her moment, Lorna wipes her tears away as Yukio leaves the both but stays close, but granting the young woman to be closer to Alison. It's their project, the queen has nothing to do with it and she's not THAT egotistical. She's just some random observer.

Yukio has posed:
Yuki emerges from the booth, looking both bashful and accomplished at the same time. It's hard to be vulnerable like that. To show a piece of yourself that no one else has ever seen before, especially not here, half a world away from home. She's not worried that these two will judge her or anything, but that doesn't make it easier.

She takes the headphones silently, listening to the mix. At first, she doesn't react, a handful of seconds later, she bites her lip. She looks over at Alison and Lorna. "I...It's wonderful." She sniffles a little again. "I kind of sound like my mom when she would sing that for me when I was very little." She pauses, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I miss her."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Oh jesus fucking christ.

Alison is over here trying to be a hard ass and Yukio want to go punch her in the ovaries with that emotional shit.

The popstar's gentle grin slowly curls into a far less gentle frown. A sad expression. She pats Lorna's hand and pushes up from the set, only to wrap her arms around the little Asian and hold her the back of her head against her chest with a hand resting against her hair. "You sounded beautiful, kiddo." She assures her in a quiet voice.

One of those, very rare, moments where the woman Alison PRETENDS to be on stage is actually the woman she is. So you kind of see where make-believe is based on reality. "Listen..." She kisses Yukio's head, right on the scalp, "I'm going to work on the mix a little, but.." She nods and wipes her nose with a finger, stepping back. Hand adjusting her yoga pants. Trying to look like the too cool for school popstar.

"I'll make you a copy.. Just like it is right now.. Your mom must have sounded amazing."

Lorna Dane has posed:
     Besides the small touch to Alison's hand and then to Yukio's hand, Lorna stays quiet, and out of the way.

Yukio has posed:
"She did," Yuki replies simply. "I miss her." She's not being terribly clear about the status of her mother. Could be alive and in her tiny village in Japan, could be dead, and she's not telling right now. She, of course, lets Alison hug her. It's nice. Yukio doesn't have empathy powers, but she is very good at reading people. She's known the whole time, honestly, that Alison is a good and kind woman buried under that mask of Carnation Instant Bitch.

She lets herself lean into it for a moment, because hugs are great. She takes a breath and doesn't sniffle this time, so she's back on an even keel again. She slips the headphones off when Alison steps back, watching the other woman put her mask on again. It's too late. She knows. "Thank you, Alison. For giving me a chance. For pushing me past my boundaries."

This time, Ali gets the full, formal bow. She doesn't do this too often, so twice in such a short span is impressive!