not!fic
so, I spent the entire day writing my final essay on Paradise Lost, which I despise with every fiber of my being thankyouverymuch but this morning, this morning before I started, I got a flash of something kind of cracky I could maybe post to sodamnskippy, which is something I've wanted to do for a while since everyone's SO TOTALLY AWESOME OVER THERE.
Unfortunately, after all the essay writing, my brain is pretty much fried. There will be no real ficcing tonight. However, I think I can manage some not!fic. If everyone else on the planet can not!fic, why can't I?
fair warning--this is my brain on very little sleep. If you're looking for literary merit, give it a miss?
....So here's how it goes. The Academy Is... are touring again, because my brain doesn't want to accept the hiatus, and they've got a couple of nights off in a row, and Mike had plans, he had things he was going to do.... but when William Beckett decides they're going to take some bonding time, as a group ("What the fuck, Bill, we live on a goddamned bus. How much more bonded can we actuslly get?") that is what they do.
...okay, not usually, in fact the rest of them try to avoid it whenever possible, but he can be an annoying fucker, alright? And he swears that when he gets his way he will SHUT UP about it, which is enough for most of them. Mike's holding out, though, he's not about to succumb to this kind of tyranny! It's not right! Until the rest of them are begging him, too, because seriously, Mike? Take one for the team, buddy.
Peace is mostly restored except for the fact that Mike glares at all of them a disproportionate amount and starts hiding out in the back lounge to take phonecalls more often and chainsmoking at rest stops and muttering things about hating them all while he drinks his coffee in the morning (and afternoon). It's not actually that unusual, though, so no one pays all that much attention.
What they do pay attention to, though, is what Bill's planning for their 'bonding night'. They're paying attention because he's doing his damndest to prove that whatever he's doing is a terribly secret secret, and while Sisky doesn't actually care all that much what they're doing (he hadn't had plans, though, as Mike would be quick to point out) the fact that Bill looks so very pleased with himself is a little worrying.
He insists they walk after they pull into a strange city that afternoon and putter around glancing at shops and buying more sandwiches than strictly neccesary, when night falls and the 'plan' is apparently about to be set in motion.
It's not an area they're familiar with (I'm not familiar with it either, as I'm not entirely sure where it is--some midsized city out there...) so they really have no idea where they're going, but William says something about following the sounds of preteens being ritually sacrificed to their strange and terrible gods, and it's not too long until they know what he means; the sound of shrieking carries for blocks.
They end up in a Jonas Brothers concert. The Butcher wonders vaguely why he's not more surprised. He was ready to make a break for it when they were standing in line to get in--the glaring of the parents, the bemused stares of those of the children who were paying any attention to their surroundings were actually not his idea of a good time. He'd have done it, too, really, but you need bavkup if you want to bowl over one of Bill's ridiculous ideas, and Sisky looks like he might actually be excited about this.
Butcher's counting on Mike, though. Mike was a cascading fountain of negitivety on most days, and even more so recently. He never has any problems raining on Bill's suddenly unusually disney-filled parade. He looks over at Mike. Mike looks around the room. Up at the poster announcing the Jonas Brothers show. Over at his band. His mouth stretches into a smile. He laughs.
And he sounds truly, genuinely amused. "We going to do this?" he asks, gesturing at the door before moving towards it. The Butcher sighs. Apparently, they're doing this.
The show is...a Jonas Brothers show. Whatever that means to each individual out there. It's a Jonas Brothers show and then it isn't anymore--then it ends and the crowd mills about discontentedly, as if the band's going to suddenly remember that they meant to do another encore and crank the light down again. It doesn't happen.
What does happen is that Mike stands up and walks out without a word. They end up trailing after him because really? The last thing they need is to lose their guitarist at a fucking Jonas Brothers concert. Mike's walking outside, and okay, that's not totally surprising, he's not really the biggest Disney guy, but he's walking around the side of the building to an alley and Bill's pretty sure he's not about to be murdered for inflicting noise pollution on his band, but it would be nice to have some kind of verbal garantee.
Mike can't kill him. He's the frontman. He opens his mouth to say as much, but then Mike is knocking. on. the. door. The side door. At the venue of a Jonas Brothers concert. A door that most likely leads inside, and by extension, backstage.
The door opens. The black-clad security guy sticks his head out. He looks at Mike. He says, "I heard you weren't going to be able to make it after all."
"Change of plans," Mike says, breezily. "Hey, he around?"
"Changing," Security guy says, turning out to look at the rest of them.
"Dan, this is my band," Mike says, and apparently-Dan waves thewm all inside. It's like stepping into another dimension.
Well, not really. It's a concert venue like any other, so it's actually not like another dimension at all except for the fact that Mike's on a first name basis with the security guy for the Jonas Brothers.
....and this is where my creativity ends. I'm posting a link from here to skippy--maybe one of those lovely people knows what happens next...
Unfortunately, after all the essay writing, my brain is pretty much fried. There will be no real ficcing tonight. However, I think I can manage some not!fic. If everyone else on the planet can not!fic, why can't I?
fair warning--this is my brain on very little sleep. If you're looking for literary merit, give it a miss?
....So here's how it goes. The Academy Is... are touring again, because my brain doesn't want to accept the hiatus, and they've got a couple of nights off in a row, and Mike had plans, he had things he was going to do.... but when William Beckett decides they're going to take some bonding time, as a group ("What the fuck, Bill, we live on a goddamned bus. How much more bonded can we actuslly get?") that is what they do.
...okay, not usually, in fact the rest of them try to avoid it whenever possible, but he can be an annoying fucker, alright? And he swears that when he gets his way he will SHUT UP about it, which is enough for most of them. Mike's holding out, though, he's not about to succumb to this kind of tyranny! It's not right! Until the rest of them are begging him, too, because seriously, Mike? Take one for the team, buddy.
Peace is mostly restored except for the fact that Mike glares at all of them a disproportionate amount and starts hiding out in the back lounge to take phonecalls more often and chainsmoking at rest stops and muttering things about hating them all while he drinks his coffee in the morning (and afternoon). It's not actually that unusual, though, so no one pays all that much attention.
What they do pay attention to, though, is what Bill's planning for their 'bonding night'. They're paying attention because he's doing his damndest to prove that whatever he's doing is a terribly secret secret, and while Sisky doesn't actually care all that much what they're doing (he hadn't had plans, though, as Mike would be quick to point out) the fact that Bill looks so very pleased with himself is a little worrying.
He insists they walk after they pull into a strange city that afternoon and putter around glancing at shops and buying more sandwiches than strictly neccesary, when night falls and the 'plan' is apparently about to be set in motion.
It's not an area they're familiar with (I'm not familiar with it either, as I'm not entirely sure where it is--some midsized city out there...) so they really have no idea where they're going, but William says something about following the sounds of preteens being ritually sacrificed to their strange and terrible gods, and it's not too long until they know what he means; the sound of shrieking carries for blocks.
They end up in a Jonas Brothers concert. The Butcher wonders vaguely why he's not more surprised. He was ready to make a break for it when they were standing in line to get in--the glaring of the parents, the bemused stares of those of the children who were paying any attention to their surroundings were actually not his idea of a good time. He'd have done it, too, really, but you need bavkup if you want to bowl over one of Bill's ridiculous ideas, and Sisky looks like he might actually be excited about this.
Butcher's counting on Mike, though. Mike was a cascading fountain of negitivety on most days, and even more so recently. He never has any problems raining on Bill's suddenly unusually disney-filled parade. He looks over at Mike. Mike looks around the room. Up at the poster announcing the Jonas Brothers show. Over at his band. His mouth stretches into a smile. He laughs.
And he sounds truly, genuinely amused. "We going to do this?" he asks, gesturing at the door before moving towards it. The Butcher sighs. Apparently, they're doing this.
The show is...a Jonas Brothers show. Whatever that means to each individual out there. It's a Jonas Brothers show and then it isn't anymore--then it ends and the crowd mills about discontentedly, as if the band's going to suddenly remember that they meant to do another encore and crank the light down again. It doesn't happen.
What does happen is that Mike stands up and walks out without a word. They end up trailing after him because really? The last thing they need is to lose their guitarist at a fucking Jonas Brothers concert. Mike's walking outside, and okay, that's not totally surprising, he's not really the biggest Disney guy, but he's walking around the side of the building to an alley and Bill's pretty sure he's not about to be murdered for inflicting noise pollution on his band, but it would be nice to have some kind of verbal garantee.
Mike can't kill him. He's the frontman. He opens his mouth to say as much, but then Mike is knocking. on. the. door. The side door. At the venue of a Jonas Brothers concert. A door that most likely leads inside, and by extension, backstage.
The door opens. The black-clad security guy sticks his head out. He looks at Mike. He says, "I heard you weren't going to be able to make it after all."
"Change of plans," Mike says, breezily. "Hey, he around?"
"Changing," Security guy says, turning out to look at the rest of them.
"Dan, this is my band," Mike says, and apparently-Dan waves thewm all inside. It's like stepping into another dimension.
Well, not really. It's a concert venue like any other, so it's actually not like another dimension at all except for the fact that Mike's on a first name basis with the security guy for the Jonas Brothers.
....and this is where my creativity ends. I'm posting a link from here to skippy--maybe one of those lovely people knows what happens next...