A Hotel Room Somewhere in the US, Tuesday Evening FT
The North American ENVY tour was in its last leg. Only a bunch of shows on the west coast remained, and then --
Envy wasn't sure what then. They were going to start taking a crack at Europe next, of course, but a tour over there wasn't happening in the near future, and they'd only set up a handful of off-universe shows so far, still figuring out the strategy for multiversal marketing. Something that hadn't really happened for a while now was about to happen: she was going to have some time on her hands.
She had no idea what she was going to do with it.
Except that was a lie. She had some ideas. Some thoughts, the ones that came to her when she was alone in hotel rooms or backstage or staring out the window of the tour bus with music in her ears instead of talking to her band members or the crew. But she tended to ignore those thoughts. There was, perhaps ironically, not time for her to be dwelling on them.
Except when there was. Like tonight, when she was alone in a hotel room, wrapped up in the fluffiest robe known to man, curled up on a couch while the television droned on with some insignificant, mindless entertainment show on the screen. Something felt...
Empty.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]
Envy wasn't sure what then. They were going to start taking a crack at Europe next, of course, but a tour over there wasn't happening in the near future, and they'd only set up a handful of off-universe shows so far, still figuring out the strategy for multiversal marketing. Something that hadn't really happened for a while now was about to happen: she was going to have some time on her hands.
She had no idea what she was going to do with it.
Except that was a lie. She had some ideas. Some thoughts, the ones that came to her when she was alone in hotel rooms or backstage or staring out the window of the tour bus with music in her ears instead of talking to her band members or the crew. But she tended to ignore those thoughts. There was, perhaps ironically, not time for her to be dwelling on them.
Except when there was. Like tonight, when she was alone in a hotel room, wrapped up in the fluffiest robe known to man, curled up on a couch while the television droned on with some insignificant, mindless entertainment show on the screen. Something felt...
Empty.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]