<blockquote><div><cite>bubble_dragon wrote:</cite>OOC: Ptricia would have stopped Reizu from going to her house. Remember, she's gone to great lengths to camouflage it as derelict, and keep people away. She wouldn't want the bus sitting there. She said she'd build a garage, but she doesn't have one yet. She has no vehicle, doesn't need one, so she doesn't have a garage for the thing to park in. Rewrite to park the bus somewhere else, and she'll take them the rest of the way.<br/><br/>The next day passed amicably, mostly at Ptricia's place. Chris had chance to call in his favours, and the trio had a chance for some more practice sessions, and refining their play list. With the hardware from Chris's flat, and Ptricia's they made a useful demo CD. <br/><br/>Not that it was all work, Ptricia was quite happy to let the others have free run of her library and video collection. They had a chance to see her work out, which also proved a workout for the treadmill, amongst other things. Mindful of being under observation, in sphinx form she beat her best speed on the treadmill. The fridge and freezer were restocked for three people, one of whom was a reluctant vegetarian.<br/><br/>Ptricia had chance to set up a few more gigs, mostly singletons, at various places. She also organised the construction of a concealed garage door in the warehouse next to hers, capable of taking Reizu's bus, but work hadn't started by the time of the gig, so they had to stage via Chris's house.</div></blockquote><br/>Chris rang up a couple of his friends and secured them a couple more guitars and pedals for the night, which he messed around with endlessly during the demo recording. His original song wasn't finished so they stuck on a Diamond Head cover instead. Happy with the heavier playlist for the next night, Chris sat down for a couple of hours of Japanime and to watch Ptricia work out. As the gig approached Chris took off to his apartment on his bike with the other two in tow, to tie up some loose ends. Eventually the arrived at the gig half an hour before the soundcheck. A substantial crowd had already gathered. Bending under the weight of his equipment for the night, Chris quickly left it inside, wheezing. "Ouch. Remind me not to do that again." He scanned the crowd, but didn't see his friend just yet. Scowling, he turned around to Ptricia, who was setting up. "You're pretty sure nothing's gonna go down tonight? Can I see the owner of the club?"