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Infinite Energy
Date of Scene: 28 August 2021
Location: The Aria Hotel - Duluth, GA
Synopsis: Two musicians meet up at a hotel and have breakfast together
Cast of Characters: Michael Hannigan, Alison Blaire




Michael Hannigan has posed:
One of the best kept secrets in certain industries is a particular network of hotels that have a very discrete outward appearance but rather nice setups inside. Staff maintains a similar aire as the exterior of the hotel and are quite flexible with requests. The Aria hotel in Duluth, Georgia is one of them.

While possibly not as well appointed as the spa one, the hotel does offer round the clock food service and are pretty flexible with managing the bar.

This is a good thing for a lot of musicians who have late shows. One of which is a Nick Drago. Having finished a performance at the Infinite Energy Arena, the rockstar is dealing with his own bout with excess energy. And a raging hunger which could only be settled with food. Hair a bit of a mess from being under stage lights for several hours, it is wrangled in as best as he can by having it pulled back into a ponytail.

Pesonal mission for food in place, the musician heads directly over to the dining area. Where people are still eating at this Godforsaken hour.

His security detail, much lighter than last time, manages to drift back into the shadows.

Alison Blaire has posed:
"Hey, Mistah-" comes a nasal voice from behind Nick, as he proceeds to sit down. "You know who ya look like?"

Alison didn't exactly have a late-night performance as much as it was an evening dress rehearsal for the gig the day after tomorrow. Still, performance adrenaline is adrenaline, and it both leads to appetite and late nights.

"Can ya sign an autograph for me?" she says, her voice losing the nasality and returning to her rich, well-modulated tone as she smiles. She's not in the scrunchie and sweats disguise, but she has opted for a discreet black-and-white ensemble, with her hair tied back in a ponytail.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick hears the voice and the common statment he hears when people recognize him but haven't fully considered it's actually him The hungry hungry musician stops walking. Oh for the love of- he hasn't even sat down yet.

Practiced smile in place, Nick turns towards Alison. The change in her voice as he switches positions does provide a bit of a clue that what he heard first may not have been the reality. The visual that comes soon after provides sufficient confirmation. Practiced smile becomes reality. "It'd be my pleasure," he plays along, waving over towards one of the tables, "And who shall I make this autograph out to?"

Alison Blaire has posed:
"Make it out to Anita Hickey, and please put in 'you were the one'." Alison smiles as she sits down at the table Nick has chosen for them, "You're looking-" there is that singular moment where friendship and honesty meet and shove politeness out the window, "-tired. You had a gig tonight, right? Is it still tonight?" she reaches her phone to see what time it is, it's hard to keep track of time in the after hours.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Jokes aside, Nick holds back on a retort as he waits for Alison to sit down before he follows suit. He rests his arms on the table, leaning towards the other performer to cut down on how much she has to raise her voice to be heard. It's not much difference, the hotel is a reasonably peaceful one.

Nick nods in confirmation to Alison's inquiry. "Yeah. At the arena. Just got back a bit ago. Roads were a mess." As usual. "And until I go to sleep It's still night to me." He tilts his head, "You're up late too. Gig or rehearsal?" Tapings are never this late.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Opening her menu, Alison nods. "Rehearsal," he says, "I'm doing an unplugged over at the Music Foundry- I'm psyched for it. They gave me the choice of five pianos." For all of her Pop Diva Ascendant image, Alison has always been a songwriter. "I'm getting them to let me do more of them now- you know, just me and the piano and a guitar and some drums."

Stripped of the electronic curlicues and the synths and electric instruments, she could choose to show off the songs she wrote to be heard, not the ones she wrote to be danced to. Unlike some songwriters, though, she didn't dismiss one in favor of the other, but agents and record companies did have a preference on which ones they considered more sellable at an early point in a career.

"Ooh, they've got pancakes. Why do I want pancakes at this hour?" she glances up from the menu, "And how is the... you know, the spook situation?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick picks up his own menu, giving it a glimpse before Alison mentions an unplugged performance. "Ok I'm a bit jealous. That does sound like fun." He admits, "I'm probably overdue for an unplugged. Maybe something to look into for leg four. Play a bit more instead of stage strutting." The menu opens up, "Singing's fine and all but it's fun to switch things up a bit every so often, right?"

He looks back down to the menu, eyes drifting over to the breakfast listing as Alison mentions pancakes. "Because Breakfast for Dinner is the best." Nick offers up for explanation. Well, he had been thinking about a burger but- Thoughts of a certain hotel visitor in Rome talking about the consequences of eating a burger so late at night comes to mind.

"Dammit, now I want breakfast too."

Alison Blaire has posed:
"You know, I've had an idea that'll send our respective companies into a tizzy. Why don't you sneak into my unplugged and come up onstage as a total surprise? We'll sing some stuff together- and I'll do it for your next unplugged too. And we won't tell anyone that we're doing it!"

Dazzler has never been one to always play by the rules. She was starting to go into the phase of her career where there's a lot of tugging on the leash to see how much give they will give her- outside of charity affairs, musicians collaborating could be an absolute headache when it came to securing the agreement of all recording companies involved, and the logistics. Alison preferred to ask forgiveness later.

"And you didn't answer the ghost question, so I assume you called the Ghostbusters and everything is fine?" Pancakes. She was definitely going to get pancakes. And hash browns.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
It is a good thing Nick is looking to the menu as the suggestion ends up getting a bit of a grimace. "I'd love to." He admits, looking over to Dazzler to give an apologetic look. "But we're hitting the road after wake up."

He pauses, "But... it'll be for the last show for leg 3 so, a bit of flexibility after tomorrow at least. How about the next unplugged instead?"

Dazzler calling him out on the ghost question earns her a blink. "Oh- Sorry. I got distracted by the idea of breakfast for dinner. Uh, Ghost's still an asshole. Broke the window to the condo, Shazam zapped him. But, at least the ghost let it slip that the demon lost interest so that's a win."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison winces a little and frowns, "At least that's one less demon to deal with. We all have our own, the last thing we need is extras." Yep. Pancakes. She doesn't need to peruse the menu any further, so she sets it down.

"I had to postpone a few things myself. I spent a week recovering from getting shocked. With actual electricity." Glasses of water are placed on the table and they are told their server will be right with them.

Taking a si of her water glass, she adds "The sad thing about it is that there was a girl who absorbs electricity. She just happened to not be there. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time." Then, she clarifies, "Alien attack."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The easy smile on the rocker's face fades as Dazzler brings up her injuries. Nick sets the menu down, knowing what he wants. "Alien attack?" He repeats, considering matters. "I probably haven't been paying as much attention to the news as I should. Kind of been distracted recently. Which city was this in? New York?"

Chances are good. But a lot of weird stuff goes on in that part of the country. "How did you end up getting electrocuted?"

Alison Blaire has posed:
"Westchester," she says menaingfully, "There is a whole... fleet of aliens trying to take out Jean. And that's when I realized I was very rusty." She huffs, blowing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "I'm glad you weren't there, it was frankly embarrassing- but things are fine. For now. I did get about a two hour lecture."

She purses her lips, and adds, "Do you ever wonder how we manage to do it? The music, and the other thing, without going completely insane?" +

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Ah. Yes, I usually only go up to Westchester when I need to get supplies. There's a music and art store in Salem Center I like to use." Nick admits. He pauses, seeming curious. "Who's Jean?"

He glances over towards an employee, catching their eye for a moment, giving a nod to him before looking back to Alison. The last question gets a bit of a chuckle. "Probably varies by the person. Based from some of us I've run into I wouldn't be surprised that some of us ARE fully insane. But, for me... Music's more of my personal therapy for the insane things that happened before... And what other thing?"

Alison Blaire has posed:
"Just a friend." Friends tended to get caught up in... well, all the crazy. "The crazy is the other thing, Nick. " She tilts her head, ponytail bobbing behind her. "You know, once this leg is over, we should get together and do some real catch up. Visit friends, drive around. These late nights are terribly unhealthy-"

She turns to the waiter who comes to take their order, "I'll have the bottomless pancake stack. And some extra maple syrup and hash browns, thanks!"

She turns to Nick, waiting for him to put his order in, and then adds, "Very unhealthy. See what I mean? It's a good thing I jog in the mornings." She glances down at her phone and raises her eyebrows, "Which is going to be... five hours from now, I guess."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick turns his head looking to the waiter, "Just two pancakes, breakfast potatoes, and orange juice." He requests. That should be sufficient enough to lull him to sleep.

He looks back over to Alison. "I spent my formative years in Gotham and Hell's Kitchen. Late nights and early mornings are not the unhealthiest thing I've ever done." He sets the menu aside, giving the server another glance as he heads off. "Wade's been very good about scheduling time off for me. Even with tour expectations. And yes, we should hang out. There's this gym that has a rock wall I like to use. I heard they've opened up a ninja obstacle course and added a second wall. I think I'm going go try that during my off month. You should come check it out."

He pauses, "Well...sort of off month. Probably use some of that time for training."

Alison Blaire has posed:
"A rock wall? Count me in!" Alison drinks down the last of her water so she can get a refill with fresh ice, "Let's do it. And let's see who makes the best time on the course- loser treats the winner?" she grins.

She leans back on her chair and lets out a slow breath. "... Uh oh. I'm starting to feel the come-down. I can't let that happen before I eat some pancakces... waiter?" she gestures, and the man comes back to her side.

"Some coffee, please." She glances at Nick, and grins, "Make it two. I want dessert." She gives Nick a look that dares him to say pancakes ARE dessert.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick looks over to the server as he's given an expectant look "Oh, No coffee for me. I have to pass out after I eat." Possibly a worrying statement if it wasn't the hotel that it was and it didn't have the clientelle that it did.

The rocker looks back to Alison, "Deal. Quickest finish time or furthest on the course. Loser gets lunch."

It's not like either of them can't afford such a risk.