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Erik "String Master" Ivarsson ([personal profile] rockandroll_swede) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2021-10-05 12:06 pm

Inside the Eye of the Storm

Erik had his painting canvas propped up on his easel as he was now standing in the middle of the Plaza area, delving about in his leather painter's bag for some oil paints. He'd got his wooden palette already covered in an array of different colours which were swished across in painted dabs on the wood. Big blobs of blue, white, black and yellow were covering it since he was painting a sky portrait. The clouds slowly drifting across the Plaza sky, slow and lazy. The guitarist's instrument nowhere to be seen today as he was on a break from touring just for a few days before delving back through the portal into the crazy world of LA. The PINpoint was his go to when he wanted to leave the Nexus and head back to the LA hotel in which he was staying at. Robert's hotel room to be precise. Ziggy's limo driver.

"Where is it? I thought I brought it with me. Var är du? Säg inte att jag lämnade dig på hotellet."

The Swede shifting back into his own language because he often did when upset or worried. The worry now being he thought he'd left his favourite small paintbrush with the tiny head back home. Or, rather, back in the LA hotel room in which all his art stuff was currently being stored in. Damn. Sighing, he pulled out a slightly bigger brush and began swiping the rather worn bristle head into some blue paint and then across the canvas. He had painted a few clouds and blue sky but it was far from finished. Erik often enjoyed the break from the chaos which was the world of being a rock star. Sometimes, the pressure got too much and the young Swede withdrew to dissolve himself inside of a sketchbook or canvas. That's if he wasn't absorbed in his music, plucking away on his strings of his electric guitar.

"Don't you ever worry when you've left something behind and then can't remember where you've put it?"

That part infuriated the guitarist. His question directed towards anyone who may be curious about his painting or those wandering around the Plaza doing some shopping or out for a drink or bite to eat.
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[personal profile] poorgirlsarcee 2021-10-22 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Mira nodded. "I, don't usually sleep well, so in my fits, I build." She tapped her head. "I control it to some degree, it's a gift." She said calmly. "I can't explain how though, and well, once they get a mind of their own, I can only give a small nudge."

It blinks on and off a few moments as if to say "hi" back. When he waved, it bounced in the air following his hand.

"I think it likes you."
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[personal profile] poorgirlsarcee 2021-11-25 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"The drones tend to be picky." She grinned. "Means if he's with me and I'm back in here, he'll probably come find you to pester you. Once I make them, I kind of lose control of them."

She fumbled a moment to put her tools and the contraption she was working on in one hand, brushing off any grease on her work pants before shaking his hand. "Mira Greason, and also dabble with guitar. Acoustic folk and blues mostly, though I have a small following at the club I work at, for when they talk me into filling in a jazz session." She smiled. "What style you play?"
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[personal profile] poorgirlsarcee 2021-12-07 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"The basic artificial intelligence, well I used scraps of tech from my dad's ship for it." She smirked.

"When not at work I'm more blues and folk. Though at work, well I'm a big draw for my boss when I sing jazz. Only working for him because it's the best club in town for musicians, but he's a total slimeball."