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[trustme]

DISPLAYING SUBJECT: DOCTOR Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Band: FLOWERS OVER BONES Instrument: CO-LEAD VOCALIST/CELLO Fame Lvl: 6 (Power Lvl 5 + Fortune Lvl 1) Current MP: Short Description: ► Gifted with genius level IQ, "Doctor" has been playing and composing music since childhood. After focusing on the classics in his youth, he branched out to pop, rock, and experimental genres. Today he is a lead vocalist and lead cello player in the band Flowers Over Bones. When he's not writing and experimenting with new song ideas Doctor enjoys the city life and is known for making surprise appearances at local celebrations and events. Doctor is admired by fans for taking his role as an artist and entertainer very seriously and he is a public voice against drug abuse. Regains So Far: ► Basic telepathic communication abilities and a strengthened mind against attacks. ► A girl named Susan and the Mysterious Police Box. ► A flirty blonde, an angry queen, a smiling girl, and other images that stir the heart. ► Robot dog. ► Carved apples and food cravings. ► A baby basket with a mobile of stars. ► Visions of outer space and unknown planets. ► Fishcustard. ► Hats are cool! ► A middle aged strong willed woman with red hair. ► He has seen many deaths. Is this what it's like to be a soldier perhaps? ► "It's bigger on the inside." ► Running from laser-shooting aliens. ► It's called the TARDIS. ► More than one face. ► Daleks are evil and you have fought them. Contact Player: ► thoughtbubble ► PM thoughtbubble IC CONTACT ► PHONE: 1-555-910-1111 ► TEXT: 1-555-910-1111 ► EMAIL: rsmith@virgoentertainment.vgo ► TWITTER: @flowersoverbones OR @doctortuning ► INSTAGRAM: @cellosarecool ► FACEBOOK: Flowers Over Bones Official Fanpage ► TUMBLR: flowersoverbonesofficial ► ANYTHING AT ALL: www.flowersoverbones.com

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[trustme]

He might not kill our loved ones or send them wherever he sent the others that have disappeared. Of course he dangles that over our heads.

Has he hinted at all at what sort of favors he would ask of you? Or why this entire music magic fiasco even exists?

[panspermia]

[ Greg shakes his head. ]

Nothing beyond the usual creepy vague stuff. But he mentioned that usually this sort of thing doesn't happen so fast. It took Naomi and Anansi years to build up this sort of magic. We're... special, for whatever reason. I don't know if even he knows why.

[trustme]

Regardless of the reason that makes us even more appealing as his magic battery musicians. The man and his rival have powers like a fantasy novel already. Other than maintaining that power, you'd think they'd have hit the ceiling of magical handiness. Or maybe I'm not using my imagination enough...

[ Sigh. He might has well as Blanche about his desires when he gets pulled aside at last. ]

Did you learn anything else? About the magic or from the file you mentioned seeing?

[panspermia]

[ Greg just shakes his head to all of Doctor's musing. He can think of plenty of terrible things that Blanche and Santiago could be planning for, and none of it fun. He's already done pretty insane stuff at his beginner level, the sky is the limit for them. ]

Nothing that made a huge amount of sense. It looks like they've put us all in categories, based on... our personalities, or something to do with our souls. I think they need someone from each group to power... something, and that's... that's what they use the people who get fired for.

[trustme]

What names did they use for those categories? There must be something to learn from that about whatever it is they're powering.

[ It sounds like the fired musicians are still alive if they're needed but that's questionable. Blanche did have a ghost prison in the basement recently. ]

[panspermia]

Colors. They were all kinds of colors. Aqua, Chartreuse, Teal, Gold, Rust... stuff like that. Enough different categories that they didn't stick with basic blues and yellows. I think it might have something to do with each person's personality, but I'm not really sure.

[trustme]

Hmmm. Nothing comes to mind yet. Keep an eye out for rainbows?

What about the music magic? Anything new since we last held bagel practice? Something I can do perhaps to see if I really do have the power?

[panspermia]

Or magical crayons.

Umm. [ He screws up his face, wondering how best to describe it. ] Have you tried making anything happen while you play? It got a lot easier to do stuff if I thought of it as a big music video.

[trustme]

I've thought of images while I write... I focus more on the sound when I perform. Let's see...

[ He crosses the room to grab his cello from its case. ]

The best way to confirm this is to do it.

[ He returns and starts pulling at the stand at the base of the instrument to make it just the right height for one of the stools at the counter. He readies his bow, draws a few notes out then stops short. ]

Hm. Can you show me an example one more time?

[panspermia]

Uhh. All right.

[ He brought his guitar along for their "practice," he may as well use it. Greg thumbs the strings a couple times, feeling out a rhythm. He doesn't want to use the juice on something too big; Doctor just needs a little demonstration.

The melody that comes out is sweet and energetic: an old familiar tune he can't place, but has played through in his head a few times in the past. Motes of pinkish light well around Greg as he plays, pulsing gently to the beat and casting the room in pastel shades of color. The penthouse floor glitters, as though they're seated atop calm waters. ]

[trustme]

[ Doctor starts to react in awe to the changes to their surroundings. He spins around with an excited laugh then clasps a hand over his mouth. Right, right. He's getting distracted!

Greg's playing is regular enough. Passionate, focused. The key must be in the man's head. Imagination- makes sense. What else? Is it really so simple? ]

You've improved! This is even more amazing than the first lights show!

[panspermia]

[ In spite of himself, Greg smiles. For all the awful things that come with it, at least the actual moment of these feats of magic feel nice. ]

Heh. I've been practicing a little bit.

C'mon, play with me. Let's see if you can put your own spin on it.

[trustme]

[ With a determined stare, Doctor takes a breath and picks up on Greg's melody like a regular jam session. Ah but what to do? Inspiration. Inspiration...

His eyes dart to the table where the regular rainbow bagels are in a bag next to the plate of Luce's cookies. ]

Mr. Bagel...

[ The paper bag containing the bagels starts to rustle. It takes a minute, then out hops one with its own cartoon-like legs and arms. It starts dancing. ]

[panspermia]

[ Greg gapes without breaking the rhythm, then barks out a laugh. ]

Now there's a new one on me!

[ Doctor really has a mind like no other. ]