It was well-past midnight, but fuck it! He dropped the needle on his record player and half the fucking hall could probably hear Coltrane's rendition of My Favorite Things. It was a celebration for one man, but hell everyone was probably celebrating all the same. Pinewood Oaks had just re-opened and rank and file, the new tenants of the 3rd floor had been coming in. He was the first he was pretty sure, but he had seen the directory. There were five other tenants and he was the first. Louis thought to himself for a moment, maybe that group over in 6, right next to him, maybe they were a boy band.

He exhaled smoke and inhaled air. Why not? He'd never lived next to a boy band before. Then he started coughing once he realized he now lived in a godamn cube and smoke filled the room quick as hell. He opened his window and the streets were still lively on a Sunday night. The smoke exited the room as quietly as it had filled it.

What time was he going to go to sleep? Might as well be soon-ish. He threw the cigarette out of the window after he had mashed it against the seal. "Oh well." He said out loud to no one in particular. Then he plopped down onto his mattress and tried to gather himself some sleep.

Torgo looks down at the crumpled copy of his lease. They didn't put his first name on it,so there probably was a good case for never paying rent. He made a mental note to try it one day. Logic said to wait until he really needed to,but impatience said to try it immediately. Being something of a loner,it took many trips to bring in all his stuff.even if all his stuff fit into an 85 corolla and a tiny uhaul trailer. Brringing the enormous reel to reel recorder was quite a chore. Torgo ended up using a pulley and rope as if it were a cartoon piano. In the end,it worked and nobody was killed.

Inside the comfortable clutter of his tiny dwelling,torgo lights a thinly rolled joint and sets to work constructing puppets. He felt puppets were always more trustworthy than people.

Adali walks into his apartment. "Hey, toots." He says as he walks in to the living room. "Look what I got." He waves a colorful water bong in front of Greg's face.
Greg's face lights up with excitement. "Ahh, shit, man. You're the bomb." He reaches into a backpack which has a small bag of weed in it. Adali hands Greg the bong and he loads it. "Where'd you get this?"
"I just went to the glass shop a couple blocks from here. Good prices!" Adali says as he watches his roommate load the bowl.
"Got a light?" Greg asks as he makes a lighting motion.
"All I've got is this." He says as he holds up a camping lighter.
"Good enough" Greg shrugs as he lights the bowl with a swift motion. He inhales for a couple seconds and then milks it causing a load gurgle. "Shittt, this is some smooth shit, try!" He hands the bong off to Adali who does the same. After doing this for a while, Adali outs on Shannon and the Clam's "I Wanna Go Home" and they sit in a circle and talk when Greg has an idea. "Hey, Adali." He pauses "I'm hungry, we-we should go get some food I think there's a restur-uh-cafe in the lobby. We could go look for it."
"Sure, man. That sounds fine to me." They get up, shut off their record player and go outside and into the lobby. They find themselves at a loss when it comes to the elevator until Adali figures out it's the down button that enables them to go down.
They walk into the elevator and Greg jokingly shouts "Floor one!" the two laugh uncontrollably and Adali pushes the lobby button which sends them to the lobby. They look around amok for quick and easy food.

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Here it is after weeks of savings, months of practices, years of dreaming the band was ready to try to be mainstream rock stars. Hell they had one part down already party/work at night sleep during the day. It was a long way from home coming from Bismarck, North Dakota. This brothers were ready. You ask anyone if they ever know anything cool about Dakota that isn't from there will think it just nothing to do. No way to get signed that why they came out here to get close and maybe just maybe rub elbows with people who can give them a shot.

Tommy got out of the truck from the driver's side while Max was in the passenger seat sleep. Max got out in a car following the truck as Logan was with him and they started to move some of the stuff in. "This was the biggest room we could get? where are we going to put all of our stuff?" Blake sighed looking around the neighborhood While Logan playfully tap him upside his head, "Blake you didn't pitch in two nickels and your complaining already." They laughed while Blake shook his head it was a tight fit for all of them though.

Lou waded around the events, searching for nothing in particular, soon enough he was caught up in a conversation with another 20-something from the 5th floor, where filmmakers congregated.

Lou made his way over to a table with finger foods and decided not to stuff them into his pockets. He instead decided that it'd be best to gorge himself there.

Black Breakdown, is done moving to their new home, after that the members split up to do their own businesses. Viktor and Adam was left in the apartment.
"Hey Adam, I think we should greet our neighbors here since we're new and we can make friends."
"That's a good idea Viktor, I heard that there are other bands here."
The two left their apartment to greet their neighbors.

Torgo looks around in a panic.he loved the idea of being a performer,but hated the idea of people looking at only him. Torgo looks around before slipping off his shoes. Being the quick thinker he is,Torgo draws eyes on his sock with a sharpie.

Torgo slinks onto the small platform and awkwardly clears his throat. Holding up the sock puppet,he makes it speak. " um. .hi. I'm Cecil and this is my buddy,Torgo. He is my creator and seems to be working on some sort of....industrial? Sort of music. Mostly made of samples and things like that. He also has his arm up my butt as he thinks I need help getting unconstipated. " he says this in his normal voice,with his mouth clearly moving. " thanks." He quips before hopping down and scurrying away.

OOC: I know I'm super late, but I'm going to jump in on the party on the first floor.

Julia and Ben stood in the corner of the room, occasionally passing back and forth a bottle of beer between the two of them - although normally it was in Julia's hand. The beers were free, but Ben wasn't much of a drinker - at least not enough to bother drinking a whole beer - so sharing one with Julia, who was sure to drink four or five more before the night was over, was fine with him. When the landlord announces that he's opening the stage up to anybody who wants to hop up and show off what they've been working on, Julia and Ben glance at each other and shrug. They could speak to each other without ever opening their mouths, the way that only best friends who had known each other for years could. They waited quietly, watching a couple of those acts go up on stage before they took their turn, each of them picking up a guitar and strumming them a few times before Julia stepped up to the mic.

"Hey, I'm Julia, and this is Ben--"

"Hey, I'm Ben."

"-- And we're Red Apple Cigarettes. And, um... this is what we've written so far..."

The duo begin playing a slow, lo-fi surf rock sounding song. After about thirty seconds of this instrumental intro, Ben gestures with his head towards the mic, and Julia gives a little shrug, stepping up to it again, beginning to sing. Her voice is low and feminine, very fitting for the genre of the song they're playing. Julia hesitates for a moment before she begins:



They play a quick outro to the song and set down the guitars. "Okay, sorry that sucked, bye," Julia says quickly into the mic before stepping down from the stage with Ben.

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Julia was pretty focused on getting another beer after they stepped off the stage, so being approached by Adali made her jump a bit, as she wasn't expecting to be conversing with anybody else besides Ben tonight. They had moved to Pinewood Oaks in a few days ago with everybody else, but had still managed to not meet any of their fellow third floorers. "Oh, fuck, hey, hi, sorry," she apologizes for her jumpiness, giving him a little wave. Ben stays quiet behind her - his normal routine. "Thanks, man. I'm Julia, and that's Ben. Who are you? Or, I mean, what's your name?" She awkwardly sticks out her hand to shake his, unsure of what would be socially appropriate in a group of people like this.