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[bringbackgold]

who: Otabek & Anyone
what: Catch-all for time at the club.
when: Anytime April 15 - May 6 (Available pre-opening hours, during his shift, or after-hours).
where: Element Nightclub (Inside/Outside the club)
warnings: I don't anticipate any, but can edit.

General starter below the cut. Individual starters upon request/discussion~ Hit me up at this journal or agalio.


[ He was ready. The club was just about to open for the night, and he was ready. Otabek felt like a different person when he was here, in the club, working. There was something about the air. He attributed it to way he could see the people dancing to songs and a playlist he had put together. It was different from being on the ice. When he was on the ice, all eyes were on him, but he could never return the favor of seeing how people responded until after the performance was over. He wouldn't know how well he did until he got the score. When he was performing, the response was immediate. He could see how people would respond to him as he worked, and if he didn't feel like the response was positive, he could shift the way things were going immediately. He would stand there, headphones on, moving about his booth as he watched the people enjoy themselves on the floor.

He like the way he made other people feel good. He liked when people enjoyed the things he put together. He was passionate about the shows he did both here and on the ice. He always put his best foot forward. He worked hard. It was why even here, for Element, he had put together a new set. Among the songs were a couple of new remixes he had pulled together quickly. Despite the speed of it, Otabek would never put together a half-assed piece of work and expect others to enjoy it.

Never.

As soon as the club opened, Otabek got started. A laptop had helped him organize a playlist, but after it was set up, he spent most of his time in front of the DJ deck, moving back and forth, and letting his fingers slide over the equipment with a clearly practiced ease. As the night progressed, the room got warm. Maybe it was the bodies moving about.

He shed his jacket he had worn, discarding it to the side, leaving him in a tank and black jeans. His typical attire. He always anticipated it getting too warm, but he knew that if he didn't wear his jacket, it'd be cold when he left, with just his luck.

Then, as the night came to an end for him, he shifted away from the DJ deck and set up a few remaining songs to play automatically. He cleaned up his space, and made his way from behind the booth. People were starting to make their way out of the club, leaving the dance floor. As the club emptied, he made his way outside, slipping on his jacket again, and making his way to his motorcycle (the one, he fondly remembered, Yuri had handed him the keys to). ]

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[bringbackgold]

[ Tonight - he heard - they were going to have a special guest. Otabek had never met him, but he was told that he was good. That's all that really mattered. He never took too much interest in the guests that were appearing. He was given a list of things he needed to set up for them. There was a small stage near the DJ booth where he could set up things that were needed for anyone who was performing as a guest.

He arrived earlier that day than normal. He wanted to be sure everything was perfect in his booth, as well. After the guest performances, he would still have to have a playlist ready for everyone. He always needed to be prepared just in case. Otabek was the type who preferred to have too much than not enough. Everything came together easily in his booth. The laptop that belonged to the club was settled in the corner. He made sure the deck was at the perfect settings for the first songs. He did a couple of tests, and a few notes rang out through the club.

Satisfied, he moved to set up the stage. He got out a microphone and carefully moved it towards the center. He tapped the microphone, hearing the echo through the club. He called for someone in lighting to make sure that the lighting was right while he stood there. He'd make any adjustments if the performer had any complaints or requested any changes. ]

[finethanks]

[Eichi likes to arrive early so he can be sure his health is in check and there isn't any anxiety he has to deal with before performing, but he's spent most of it in the back, readying himself. Only now, when Otabek is preparing the mic and lighting, does he come out, clapping his hands together a few times.]

What a wonderful set up. This is my first chance to try somewhere new like this. ♪ Fufu, someone told me you were the DJ. Is that right?

[bringbackgold]

[ Otabek is in the middle of speaking with the guy who works on lighting when he hears a voice from nearby. He doesn't say, or react at first, wanting to be sure the lighting is right before he turns to address the visitor. He eyes him for a few moments. The only people who would be here before everything opened up would be someone who is working. Since this person is unfamiliar, he has to assume that he's the guest performer.

Not particularly talkative, he only nods in response to his question at first. But, they were basically going to be working side-by-side today, so he figured he'd need to be a little friendlier than that. After a few moments, he ops to speak up. ]

I'm the DJ. You're performing, correct?

[ He figured it would be best to be sure, after all. He looks out towards the club floor again. It really was a nice set-up. ]

It is. It's interesting once the dance floor is full of people.

[finethanks]

Mm, that's right. Eichi Tenshouin.

[He introduces himsellf simply, since they're in the middle of business here, and folds his arms over his chest.] There's not a thing I would change at all. I can imagine the energy of the crowds already.

I hope it isn't too much of a bother to set up for a performance like mine. I'm aware that my style is a little different from most performers here.

[bringbackgold]

Eichi. I'm Otabek.

[ He commits the name to memory with that. He keeps his own name to just his first. That's all that matters, really. His eyes drift out to the dance floor. He's performed here several times - routinely, really. So he knows the energy of the crowd. He liked when new faces showed up, though. It was break for him, and a chance to see the other things the crowd would like. ]

They are very high energy.

[ It sounds so matter-of-fact coming from him. ]

It isn't.

[ He turns his attention back to Eichi. ]

It's for them. They like variety.

[finethanks]

Fufu, then Otabek-kun must be someone who can understand a crowd. What a relief to see.

[He likes it, that confidence and the attention to the people they're all here for. He has a gentle look about him, certainly different from what you'd normally expect in a night club, but Eichi has a type of charisma that can always get a crowd going. So he's sure he can deliver this "variety" they're looking for.]

This is outside of my normal range, but that's what excites me so much. They'll get their variety, so let's have a good time as well, okay? ♪

[bringbackgold]

I do.

[ The answer comes easily. He knows he is good with a crowd. It's part of his job here and at home - both when he's on the ice and off. He's a shy person, typically, but being up there and performing brings out a different side. He was sure Eichi would do great performing. And even if it wasn't the typical crowd, the right crowd would be here for this. The people would seem to find themselves here. ]

Yes. Let me know if you need any changes in the setup.

[finethanks]

This seems perfectly fine. If anything, could someone wait backstage for me that's familiar with health care? At times, my body can't always take how hard I perform, and I'll need to rest afterwards.

[This should be alarming, but Eichi says it so casually, moving to touch the mic just to admire it.]

With that set, I'll get ready and come back out here with a splendid performance.

[bringbackgold]

I'll make sure.

[ Otabek knows exactly who to call. There's a guy who works security, but also has medical and first aid, so he'll make sure he's readily available. He looks at the stage again, with the lights shining down on it.

It does look to have a nice set up. ]

Do you want to speak with them before you perform?

4/25

[yokunaru]

[Yurio's been avoiding him and Viktor. It's a feeling in his gut that only grows stronger with each message he sends that goes without a reply. He's worried. That's easy enough to admit. Yuuri only wishes that there were some way to smooth over the tension that's split their group into two.

Perhaps it's that same worry that makes him keep the flyer they'd passed out the day before, and that makes his feet carry him to the club that he'd normally never step foot in on his own. Still, he remembers how carefree and free Yurio had been with his affection for Otabek that first day, and Yuuri had a feeling that if anyone can tell him how Yurio is, it's him.

In his button up shirt and jeans, Yuuri stands out uncomfortably in the crowd as he does his best to navigate the dark room once he's inside. He's got his eyes on the DJ sequestered at the back of the club, and Yuuri doesn't stop pushing forward until he's finally close enough to catch Otabek's attention. He waves when Otabek's looking in his direction, a hesitant, awkward smile on his face.]

[bringbackgold]

[ Otabek is having a great night working. It's been a couple of days since he last saw his friend, so he occupied his time with DJing even more than he typically did. Pretty much all of his time was focused on that, motorcycling, and training. He missed him, and it hadn't been very long. It felt kind of pathetic, honestly.

His eyes are focused on the equipment, he's moving around, headphones on his ears. He looks focused, really focused. But, it's approaching a time for a break for him, so he shifts to his laptop and sets up a playlist for the next several songs. He makes sure to set it longer than he needs, because he can always change it up.

He looks up, and Yuuri catches his attention. He nods when the other waves. He checks the playlist, and is sure it's good. He pulls off his headphones, and steps back and off the side steps to the slight platform so he can meet Yuuri out in the audience. If the other was here, he was sure it was because he was looking for him. He'd never seen him there before.

He approaches him, lifting his hand up in greeting. ]

You're here.

[ There's a little bit of question in his tone. ]

[yokunaru]

I'm here. [Yuuri agrees, hands twisted together nervously.] Do you mind...? I saw a flyer with your name on it...

[He pauses.] I didn't know you were working as a DJ. [He says at last. There's a lot about his fellow skaters that he doesn't know, Yuuri's realized. Most telling of all is the way his gaze searches the crowd near Otabek for someone in particular.] I was sort of hoping that Yurio would be here with you, too.

[bringbackgold]

I don't mind.

[ He's not what he'd call close with Yuuri, but he doesn't mind the other's company at all. He had a break, after all, so Yuuri had pretty good timing. ]

Mhm. I do at home, too.

[ It's not some big secret, just not something he talks about a lot with people. The only skater who knew until now was Yuri. ]

Oh... Yuri. He's out.

[ Leave sit vague. He's not sure how much his friend wants him to share... ]

[yokunaru]

[At another time, Yuuri might have asked Otabek about the work he did back home, but it's the comment about Yurio that really draws his attention right now.

He frowns, not sure what to make of it.]

He's...out? You mean he was here before, but he already left?

[bringbackgold]

He hasn't been here yet.

[ There's a hint there, in both his face and voice, that he might be trying to keep a little something from Yuuri. Otabek has never been a good liar, so he doesn't even try. Instead, he opts to leave it pretty vague. ]

He's... on a mission. So not within the fence, I think.

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri blinks, at first unsure if he'd heard wrong.]

He's on a mission? [The worry floods back in, making his brows draw together as he processes this.] Oh... he never said anything.

[bringbackgold]

Yeah.

[ Otabek wonders, with Yuuri's answer, the last time that Yuri spoke to him. It wasn't really his business, so he didn't ask. Admittedly, he's a little surprised. He always thought that Yuuri and Yuri were pretty close. ]

He mentioned it to me not long ago. He'll be back in a few days...

[howlongiwonder]

[As the club is starting to close and people are leaving, someone slips her way in.

Maybe she was late. Maybe she felt intimidated by the crowd. But either way, finally 2B is here.

As soon as she gets there though, she starts to feel out of place. Standing under a wall awkwardly, arms crossed, she's here for one thing only.]

The music... really is nice.

[bringbackgold]

[ The club is starting to close, and the set list is going through last few songs. He tends to make sure it'll last beyond closing, so that the staff staying wouldn't have to work in silence. The last few songs were more mellow than the first bit of his set, too.

He remembered her saying she wanted to come, but honestly, he was still surprised when people did. He barely catches what she says, but he hears it. ]

Thank you.

[howlongiwonder]

[2B walks in a little closer. Hard to have a conversation with Otabek with the music still going on, as well as other sounds even if they are much more quiet than before.]

I see why humans come to this place.

Though I didn't expect there to be so many of them here.

[bringbackgold]

There's usually a lot.

[ He finishes closing the distance, since he's technically done DJing for the night. He only has a little bit to clean up - but only once his playlist finished. So he has a little bit of time to talk. ]

Some days are more crowded than others.

[ He shifts his weight, standing more comfortably now. ]

They like music. Dancing. Alcohol. Do you like music?

[howlongiwonder]

I do, yes.

[So many things to consider about this place that 2B found herself in. This is the most important one of them though.]

This is new. I've never heard music like this before.

[bringbackgold]

It's mine.

[ He pauses for only a moment, before he clarifies. ]

My music.

[ So of course she never would have heard it before. The faintest of smiles crosses his features before it disappears. He is glad that she likes music, really. It's nice to have people around with similar interests. ]

[howlongiwonder]

Ah.

I've heard music that humans left behind. There were music boxes, old recordings and so on... nothing like your music though.

[She sounds like she just made a small but important discovery.]

Is all your music like this, or are there different kinds of it?

[bringbackgold]

Mine is nothing like music boxes.

[ Although he's remixed songs that started out sounding like they were from a music box. He's fond of a variety of music, so he works for all sorts. It makes the answer to her question come easily. ]

I have different kinds.

[ Slight hesitation, then reply. ]

I can show you sometime.