goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"D." He murmurs, leaning enough to knock shoulders with Delta. "Sun or snow this time? I'm good with either." Somewhere quiet. Somewhere isolated. Somewhere he can not be on all the time, that'd be nice.

There does appear to be some surprise at the question, Delta resettling his glasses on his nose. "You went white water rafting last time," he points out reasonably. "So I assumed you wanted to consider the Alps - though you would need to decide between the French and the Swiss." A pause. "Or did you want to go to Japan?"

Said, while the details Carolina requested are slid over the table her way, and the redhead excuses herself to make a few phonecalls a room over.

"You know what? I think Japan. There's some nice, quiet spots in the north isn't there? Also: Hot springs. And local music." And sake, but he's trying to not overindulge. It's somewhere new and for him? New is good. New is great.

"I'll arrange it." Old and new, busy and quiet. And the train system would get them from one to the other in a reasonable length of time.

There's a glance towards the occupied sideroom - the one he used for sleep. "She mentioned you wanted to add another to the party?"

"Her." A beat. "She's good at what she does. I trust her. She covered me pretty well, knows her shit, and doesn't take any from me."

"And you trust her." That seems the most important part, to Delta's mind. Even with past bodyguards brought on before, all of whom had been competent employees, this was the first time that Taylor wanted one with them.

He can't say he's not at least a little relieved at the fact.

"Very well. Do we need to find a translator as well?" He handles foreign languages well enough, but it wasn't guaranteed that people there spoke English.

"Yeah, I said that, didn't I?" It is early, he is tired, he might've forgotten. But yeah. He does.

Oh boy, translator.

"As long as it's not Sigma. Or Gamma. One more goddamn knock-knock joke, I swear to god."

"There will be enough family on this trip," is the stern reply, followed by a grimace. "And some are better kept well away from one another."

That is about all the family drama York will get hints at before Carolina returns. Looking...less than pleased, actually. "There will be a police detail, but they're too relaxed for my liking just because the suspect is in jail. Looks like it may be a larger gang of press, too." There a sympathetic look for Taylor. "Might want to pre-prepare a statement, rather than let them pick at you with questions."

"...i hate this part of my job." The recording, the performing, that he loves. The press? Hates them. "All in favor of my becoming a hermit and releasing music online, raise your hand."

He holds his own up high while he sips his coffee.

"you enjoy performing too much," Carolina points out as she sits back down, though she's not without sympathy for the feeling. "Or Delta could write sonething..?"

"I could," he agrees, "but York's attendance will still be required."

"True." He scrubs at his bad eye. It always aches before the rest of his head. "I'll go. I don't know what they wanna hear. Bad shit happened. I'm okay. Concert went on. Bitches be crazy."

"Downplay it if you want. Make sure to speak well of the club - in spite of that man getting through, they were cooperative and did everything they could to help. Especially when we moved things to the roof."

"Right- they were pretty great about getting everything set up so quick. I think they sent a fruit basket? Some kind of an apology." That's worth plenty in his book.

"No baskets, yet." She's have noticed, and probably devoured a good few items in it. She likes fruit.

"Huh. Coulda sworn." He shrugs and takes another deep swig of coffee. "Should I dress up or dress down?"

"Dress for your fans," Delta advises, reshuffling papers. "There will likely be a crowd present, hoping to wave goodbye. They are the ones who need the reassurance more."

"Gotta get out the gel and the guyliner then. Woo!" Half excited fist pump, go. "Think I got something packed that'll work, yeah."

Guyliner? Really? That's a word people actually use in the real world? Carolina just stares at him for a long moment, before making a shooing motion. "Keep in mind that the doors are all translucent in there," she reminds him. She doesn't need to see her client in various stages of undress at this early stage in their business relationship.

Cup in hand he slumps out of his chair with a muttered groan, he hates pr bullshit but- he'll do it. Shower, shave, makeup, hair, he keeps a towel on as much as possible to prevent the odds of getting his ass seen.

Such a nice ass, too. And no one free to pay attention in the unlikely event it did slip - both Carolina and Delta have their heads together, discussing the event, before Carolina steps out to go deal with any immediate issues with escorting York to and from.

They're keeping it short. Delta would handle any specific questions. But York would read something, a short message for the fans, then be allowed to step back.

Well, that was the plan anyway. Would it survive engagement with the enemy known as the press? Knocking on the door, Carolina peeked back into the suite, 10 minutes prior to leaving time.

"Everyone ready?"

It's his usual casual attire, hair gelled up, foundation under the eyes to hide the shadows. Chapstick, eyeliner, and a cocky grin and he's ready to go. That and a bracelet woven by a fan and his dogtags tucked into his shirt completes the usual image. "Ready when you are."

"Then let's go." Said, as she regards him thoughtfully, noting his entire appearance. That the foundation is layered so carefully speaks of regular application and there's a flicker of sympathy in the smile she offers, before opening the door for him and Delta.

She'll lead, or at least flank his right side, Delta taking up his customary place on the left. The journey itself isn't too arduous, though they have to sneak around to a sopide entrance to skip the growing mob of reporters. They'll be facing them soon enough. One more check-in with the team already here, and Carolina returns to her charge and emotes. "Almost time to go. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I can be. They've all got their big flashy cameras out today, don't they? Gotta make sure I'm looking good." He sighs, raises a hand to drag it through his hair, stops, and frowns at the carpet instead. Almost done. He's almost done. He takes a slow breath and pastes on a crooked, cocky smile and squares out his shoulders. "Right. Showtime."

There's a light slap to one shoulder, before Carolina steps forward, nodding to both of the guards on either side of the door. Once York and Delta are both out, they'll fall in to flank behind, with the redhead leading the way. She only allows Delta to take point once they ready the conference room, making a point to have the other guards enter first, then Delta, then the star everyone else is here to see.

She'll follow from the rear. Always better to have a guard there.

And yeah, flashing cameras, a dull wave of sound in the form of voices and questions, chatter and the clicking of pens, recorders, phones- a million little technical things that hit him and leave him tense and hyperaware but unable to do a goddamn thing about it. He needs to step up to the table, take a seat, and smile. Smile and wave and take a sip of the water they'd poured out for him to steady himself.

Fine, he's gonna be fine, they're gonna be fine, Delta's at his left, he's gonna be fine.

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