Breakfast at Roslyen's

Summer 2021, Week 4

Saturday morning

Roslyen Van Steele's Mansion, Loyalist Bluffs

Elke Van Steele

It was another beautiful morning at Schloss Steele. Tucked away on the beautiful Winter Isle, on its own little peninsula. Green grass glistening with morning dew, Birds chirping along the wall and among the trees. And a angary German curseing as he strode among uneven hedges. His thick tone bellowing out like a heavy machine echoing among the small peninsula that the villa was on. He despised when things were out of his perfected order. Yet it always seemed when ever his mistress left the house they would be. Having woken early, before the sun had fully risen. To the sound of a car pulling into the long drive he knew this day would be a disaster. Miss Roslyen, only drove her Motorcycle. Of course once he had taken the few minute walk from his small house sitting not far from the manor proper he relised just how bad his day was going to be.   Once he walked up to the top of the drive, towards the Manors, normally empty three car garage he found a horrible stench of motor oil and twisted steel...Along with a pile of bright pink fiberglass and parts. His Mistress beloved Bike totaled beyond any hope of repair. She had other of course, but this one was clearly her favorite.   For the most part he did his best to ignore the wreckage and quickly hurried inside. he knew Rosy was quiet indestructible, but he had taken care of her for a long time and his fatherly instincts always got the better of him. Pushing the door open into the main foyer he would rush towards the stairs and head up the spiraling steps towards the bedrooms on the second floor. At the top of the stairs was a large sitting room were his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. Splayed out among the couch was a large quilt, and several still snoring bodies. "Ah... I see." Was all the old man could manage before he shook his head. His mistress depression was once again leading her to make horrible choses wasn't it.  

Randall Winters

It was around this time that one of the sleepers was beginning to stir - probably a simple coincidence, as the previous night had in all likelihood left them in a state where it would've taken a serious disturbance to wake them up. Randall let out a faint groan as he tried to figure out where he was, what had led him there and who the hell had thought it was a good idea to try trepanation on him without his permission. It took some serious thought, but eventually he managed to summon a fragmented but at least somewhat helpful recollection of the previous night.   Red Door... Guitar solo... Tall woman... No, Roslyen... Contract... Motorcycle... Okay, it gets a little hazy there but that might be for the best. Guess it'll come back to me later. He took another moment to observe his immediate surroundings, rubbing his eyes with the hand that wasn't trapped under someone else. At least I found some company, it looks like... No, wait, two? Damn, that's a first. I really hit it out of the park this time, huh?   His gaze then wandered to the rest of the room until happening upon the man standing across the room. Randall immediately froze, feeling rather naked and helpless in the situation (in large part because he was, in fact, naked). Oh shit, what do I do now?! Is he going to call the cops? I haven't done anything wrong, right? I hope he has no evidence, at least. And who is he, anyway?  

Elke Van Steele

"Good Morning Sir the time is.. " Elke would take bit a moment to lift his wrist up and pull back the sleave so to check his wacth. He prefer his pocket wacth bt Rose thought it was quiet tacky and out dated. "11:43 Am. Almost Noon. I am Sir Elke Steele. Mistress Steele's Butler, Caretaker, and all around Mess Cleaner. Breakfast will be served late in around 30 minutes, through I can quickly provide coffee or tea, if desired by you or... the misses laying with you." Elke Spoke in a very ridged monotone way, as if it was something he trained in and was etched into him. In fact it quiet was. Having spent 8 years training at the International Butlers academy. He was more then well prepared for the oddness that was serving the rich and famous. Even if he thought she was acting a child and planned on chewing her out for it later.   Elke walked over towards the curtains and flicked a hidden Butten along the window still causing the curtains to pull back letting in a heavy ray of sunshine. "Behind you is lady Roslyn's room I would Advise you do not enter it unless asked, Down the hall to your left is the restroom, all inclusive. And down the stairs you should easily be able to find the kitchen were I shall be preparing breakfast." He paused then turning back towards those on the bed holding out his arm. "You clothes good sir's/ Madam's. You reek of liquor and sex, I will see your Clothes washed and returned."  

Randall Winters

Randall relaxed slightly but still wasn't particularly trusting of the man's intentions. Even if this was some servant of Roslyen's, there was no guarantee that embarrassing episodes like this one weren't erased unconventionally or forcefully. At least he couldn't recall hearing any particularly scandalous news about the pop star. Definitely not something on last night's level, at least.   Another groan along with some curses escaped his mouth once the sunlight hit his eyes. He was in no mood to try and get himself in a functioning state, but he probably shouldn't just stay here even on a Saturday. Sure, the setting probably would've been arousing under different circumstances, but he was feeling sick enough to immediately abandon such thoughts. "Uh, okay. Is there, like, a shower somewhere? And something I could cover myself with on the way there?"  

Elke Van Steele

"I did not know to expect guests, so the bathrobes are still in a closet downstairs. I must ask for your forgiveness on this. Through, Judging by the look of matters. Both the Ladies laying with you are more then.. Acquainted with your nude form, and if they aren't. That's just quiet.... in adequate..... As mentioned the bathroom is down the Hallway to your left. I Shall go to get you robes."   Turning Elke made his way towards, then down the stairs the sound of his heels clicking echoing away, and covering up the German he was mumbling beneath his breath.Lady Rose is quiet lucky to have a staff that is as devoted and loving to her as me, and miss Waller. Leaving Such horrendous messes like this for us to clean up. Elke made his way towards hallway before the kitchen knowing spare Bathrobes and towels should be there as down a adjoining hall was the guest room.  

Randall Winters

Oh, great. Now they're taking away my clothes and leaving me here like this. There's probably a horror movie that starts like this. After watching the butler leave, he began the nigh impossible endeavor of wiggling his way off the couch, preferably without disturbing the two women. He was not in the mood for awkward small talk when they probably couldn't even remember each other's names and not one of them had any real connection to this place.   Since he tried to be as careful as reasonably possible, it took him several minutes to free himself from the mess of tangled limbs. One of the two was almost helpful, initially snuggling closer to him but offered no resistance when he managed to slip away. The other one, then again, had somehow found a comfortable spot on top of his left arm, which was quite numb by now. Not only that, she was precariously positioned near the edge of the couch, and one wrong move could easily turn his dilemma into an unmitigated disaster. After much preparation he managed to pull out his arm and make a frankly impressive leap away from the hugbox. Disaster very nearly struck as the girl's weight shifted an inch too far, but Randall was just in time to stop her from falling off, allowing himself to breathe a sigh of relief.   Mission accomplished.   ...That is, until her elbow connected with his jaw. Not in some unconscious accident, but a direct hit that would've made a martial artist proud. Randall promptly lost his balance, and the girl likewise fell on top of him. "...What the fuck is wrong with you?" He managed to retort before noticing a new threat, barely managing move his leg to catch a knee aimed at his family jewels. Oh come on, I didn't even jinx it... "Who the hell are you and where have you taken me?! If you thought I'd be easy to kidnap, think again!" The woman shouted in his face as she tried to keep up the assault despite Randall's resistance. By now the other woman had woken up as well, but apparently chose to simply try and stay outside the exchange. Good for her.   Too bad I'm not into this kind of stuff. Jeez, that's one hell of a wakeup. Now to get the fuck out of here. After a brief struggle against his surprisingly competent opponent, Randall decided it was in his best interest to use every trick at his disposal. To be precise, the trick only he had at his disposal. Darkness enveloped the room, giving him the opportunity to shove off his confused assailant. He then proceeded to sprint where he'd seen the door, allowing the light to return just as he opened the door, gave one last look at the two women, then shut the door and locked it behind him. Just a moment later banging could already be heard from the other side. "I'll call the cops on you! Wait, you took my phone? And my clothes?!" Okay, I think this is my cue to leave. Could definitely use a shower now.

[Electromagnetic Manipulation, Normal -3, 12/15]

 

Roslyen Van Steele

Money buys a lot of things in this world. Yet most say it doesn't buy happiness. Roslyn, as somone who enjoyed the finer, Simple things would beg to differ. Her bedroom would agree. Fitting of the bedroom of a star it was massive. Being bigger than most people's entire homes, and by far more bizarre. Center point the room was circlure. A large bar stocked high with expensive liquor, mixers, and glasses to serve dominated the left wall. Clean and pristine while it was fully stocked it would seem as if there was dust resting on the tops of the highest most bottles. It was rarely used it would seem. To the right was a large Sectional bright pink with flowers seeming to be etched into the fabric, crawling from the couches up the wall into a mosaic painting. The entire room was lit up with a soft purple glow that sprang from lights scattered around the room, center most was a halo of lights Resting above the massive window. Facing from the door one would see a massive circle window with electrochromic tin darkening out the morning sun. It seemed to span both up to a high reaching ceiling, nearly 10ft And down below the floor Hinting at another level just out of view. The handrail to a staircase could be seen just to the left of a large circle bed that hugged close to the window. Lights at the top of the window shone down onto the bed illuminating those laying atop of it. Fully nude.   Rosylen was easy to pick out of the three girls sprawled among the mountain of satin and silk. Her frame took up the entirety of the custom made bed. Sprawling out every inch of her across its 10ft Diameter. Fairy pink hair was splayed around her like rays of light easy to pick out among the purple sheets, glitter still in it from the night before sparkling in the soft neon. Nothing covered her, rather it would seem by the ball of blankets at the end of the bed(mostly the floor at this point) she had kicked off all their covers as she slept. Revealing her perfectly sculpted form. Long legs chiseled from a sun kissed marble, Tight abs sculpted from steel. And a mountain of flesh that jiggled softly with every slow breath she took. Her skin was pure for the most part, unblemished besides for a odd tattoo on her thigh, that was still quite red and inflamed as if it had just been gotten recently. A small Snowflake. On her right was a small brunette seeming right at home curled up against the Popstar. Tucked under on of her massive arms like a doll seeming to hide in the mountain of flesh that was her chest. She was as small as rosy was big. Barely 5ft in total curled up tight. On Roslyn left on the other hand was the girl that had been following her around all night before wide eyes and sitting up straight staring towards the door at the odd screaming that had been coming from the other side….and now the man who had just burst into the room naked.  

Randall Winters

As he rushed out from the door, Randall's gaze wandered across the room for a good moment before settling on the people on the bed... then back to the door behind him, and once more to the group in front of him. ...Oh, fuck me. Wrong door. He quickly made a hushing motion along with an apologetic look at the woman before dashing behind the bar counter in order to at least keep himself covered from their direct vision. This was awkward to say the least... But maybe still salvageable. As long as this wouldn't spiral further out of control...  

Elke Van Steele

Honeslty. I left him alone for less then five minutes Elke had barely made it to the closet were the spare linens lie before the screaming and curseing began. Something about cops, and a dam kidnaping. "Dear Gods, If you are real. Help My mistress soul, Cause If she kidnaped another person....I'm going to kill her myself" He would mumble to himself in English as he spend himself up, Grabbing just a handful of towels and three Soft cotton robes before all but sprint back to the stairs. Slowing to a fast walk as he hit the mid point trying to bring himself as a calm force when he reached the top.   " I am si-" He didn't even get to start his speech before he was fucking down as a pillow came flying over at him, then a cushion, then what he believed from the smashing noise it made a lamp. "Madam, I beg of you to stop. Everything up there is worth more then you will ever make"   "OF COURSE IT IS YOU DIDN"T PAY FOR ME YOU KIDNAPED ME" Another smash as one of Roslyens vases filled with flowers from the garden smashed above him Crouched low at the top of the stairs he looked around for something he could do to get to her without getting hit.  

Roslyen Van Steele

The girl, thankful remained silent. Through she didn't remain still Sliding her way as quickly as she could out from under roslyen.(Her arm had been layed across her lap) and towards the floor trying to sneak over to were the blankets lay, and with some luck her clothes. Sadly as it seemed. Luck had nothing todo with anyone this morning, as young winters would soon notice were all of the ladies clothes were. Half hazardly tossed over the bar, and in a pile near him.   "I would take it your night didn't end as lovely as mine then guitar boy?" She spoke with a soft almost sleepy giggle, as the sound of more screaming, and the shattering of ceramic come from the other side of the door.  

Randall Winters

Once he'd assessed that there was no immediate threat from either direction (or at least that the crazy one would be unlikely to try and break down the door now that something else seemed to be distracting her) Randall relaxed somewhat. Soon enough he was confident enough to give a nonchalant shrug as if this wasn't the strangest Saturday morning he'd seen.   "Eh, nothing wrong with the night. I swear everything was just fine until a few minutes ago." As he moved his arm around to try and fix his circulation, he noticed something around his wrist. A chain intertwined with a rose. Oh great, a tattoo as well. Should've expected that... Well, at least it almost looks like something a sober person might get. Doesn't look half bad, to be honest. But I hope it's the only one.   He then went on to somewhat awkwardly pick up the clothes and toss them closer to the bed in no particular order. As if he was going to start inspecting what might belong to who. "Fancy place this Roslyen's got for herself, huh?"  

Roslyen Van Steele

The girl perked up a bit when the clothes started flying her way.. Of course her stuff had to be the last ones thrown, and she could only manage to find one sock, and her bra was no were to be seen but at least she could cover herself. She dressed quietly and, as quickly as she could recognizing that while she may have shared a bed last night. The two girls behind her didn't really care about her. "Your telling me! have you even seen the hot tub.. Wait no that was just us girls" A heated blush came over her face and she licked her lips remember something about about a hottub. "Its amazing, What I've seen at least....It kind of like Roselyn herself. Wild, beautiful and completely out of our league." her words had a odd Awe to them, unlike the night before were she was caught for just being a gold digger. Now she held something akin to Respect, but closer to lust in her voice when she was talking about the popstar. "No chance you could pour me a bloody Mary is there?.. I have a feeling If I don't have a nasty headache. One of them will"   "Yeah... I think I could use a bloodymary.. Nikki Darling who are your talking to.. Quiet Your really loud." A almost harsh voice seem to come out from the bed, as the Burnette that had been tucked against rosy right side sat up rubbing her eyes and holding her head.  

Elke Van Steele

Honestly I really should quiet. Get a nice house on the beach, I have plenty saved up. Elke was just annoyed at this point. His perfect normal retinue had been all torn apart in a horrendous way, and now he had to figure out how to get dirt stains off the wall. Still tucked against the stairs he held up the robe as a white flag waving it back and forth. "MADAM PLEASE Listen to reason. I am merely the butler. To miss Roslyen, I can promise you were not kidnaped."  

Randall Winters

Well, it sure sounded like the others had had their fun as well. But what could he expect after only getting to sleep on a couch. After looking around the room some more, he gave a shrug at the request and began to go through the bottles. He wasn't exactly an expert, but he'd briefly worked at a bar once and making something so simple shouldn't be a problem anyhow. And he'd apparently pissed off enough people this morning already and didn't think it was worth it to start complaining now.   I wonder what exactly will happen now. I can't really get much done before that crisis is solved, and I might be in for another one if those two wake- Fuck. Deciding that there was little else to do, he simply went on about his business with the drinks. Maybe a peace offer would help.  

Elke Van Steele

The poor girl finally stopped screaming at this. taking a few blinking seconds to look around for something more then stuff to throw. Beginning to notice she wasn't in some dark and dreary dungeon but instead what looked like a rather expensive home. Blushing she slowly lowered the potted plant she was about to throw and took a deep gulp staring at the waving robe. "sorry?"  

Namio J Waller

"Good Morning" Came the dull rather serous voice again. The brunette Stretching out her arms high towards the sky with a stifling yawn. Having ordered a drink before even full stretching one's self awake was possibly odder then being completely comfortable having a stranger stare at her nude. Yet slowly untangling herself from the streets it would appear just that, she didn't care. Rather she walked towards the bar with a confident, but sleepy swagger and rolled one of the stools around so she could plop herself down in it. Looking towards winters with a expecting look.   "Now, I can't quiet see you...Even this close but from your voice Imma assume your winters." Holding her hand out towards the wall... About four inches away from were winters was standing one could sawfly assume that she was blind as a bat. "Care to exsplain why your in me and Rosey bedroom. While neither of us are dressed?"  

Randall Winters

He gave a somewhat confused look to both of them, trying to keep his attention on the ingredients. Having yet another naked woman in front of him wasn't exactly helpful. And it most definitely wasn't normal. Still, he wouldn't let them catch him off guard. That would lead to a mistake and things would only deteriorate from there.   "You got that right. There was a little incident over there, I was just looking for the bathroom, one thing led to another and now I'm serving drinks here. I'll be on my way before long, sounds like things have more or less calmed down." Just like that he continued to mix the drinks as if the situation was normal to him. Soon enough he'd made four identical portions, one for each person in the room with the assumption that Roslyen could be awake and angry at any moment. At least the worst was hopefully over by now.  

Namio J Waller

"Honestly, having my drinks served by a naked gimp isn't quiet a new thing. Through I do prefer it after I am thoroughly wasted." Reaching forward she grabbed the red drink that would soon be set in front of her throwing it back with a grimace. "Honestly I hate tomato. Who decided that These horrid things fix hangovers should be shot."   giving her head a shake she ran a hand through long brown curls. Looking side to side .. Wel looking was what she seemed to be doing but considering she couldn't s shit without her glasses. It was closer to turning her head to clear her thoughts. "You should head to go and get dressed mister before Rose wakes up, I can promise she doesn't remember who you are and she is not a morning person.... through thanks for the drink" She held her glass up with a wink (once again at the wall not him) before blowing him a kiss and lowering her head to the counter.  

Elke Van Steele

With some luck, and plenty of skill arguing with bigger divas then her. Ekle had managed to calm down the irate girl and with some effort move her down stairs, dressed and waiting for a Uber driver to come get her. Shaking his head he moved back upstairs towards the bathroom and nocked quietly on the bathroom door when he didn't hear the water running. "Sir, I have bought fresh towels and your robe."  

Randall Winters

Randall cautiously listened for any sounds from the neighboring room, but even his extraordinary hearing detected no signs of further struggle. It seemed the butler had actually managed to defuse the situation. Either that or the psycho was waiting behind the door with an axe, but he'd take his chances. "Guess that's true... Hope it won't take too much convincing that she actually brought me here for a reason. So long, I guess." After quickly finishing his own drink, he found a rag large enough to protect the remnants of his dignity, then gave one more look to the two women before going on his way to actually find the shower.   The less strange one of Randall's bedmates had been quite cooperative - she likely would've disappeared already if she could've - and was now also waiting for a ride home, trying to ignore the woman next to her. Under different circumstances she would've gladly stayed a little longer eccentric but oddly charming guitarist, but he seemed to have left the scene for good reason and didn't exactly belong here any more than she did. Oh well, maybe some other time.  

Elke Van Steele

He wasn't in the bathroom, that much Ekle had determined having not hear da answer pushed open the bathroom door. Quickly swinging his gaze across the room he frowned. Were the hell could that boy be. Turning he was mulling over his thoughts when heard roslyens door open, then close. Only to see winters step out naked, holding a washcloth over his family jewels. this stunned the older butler who stared forward blinking wildly, half expecting His mistress to come charging through the door screaming for his head. Which thankfully didn't come to pass. "A..Ahh there you are Sir. your towels, and robe. Please come downstairs for coffee and breakfast once you have finished."  

Randall Winters

Randall gave a slightly confused but not entirely surprised look at the room which looked like an abandoned warzone, but noticed the butler soon enough. Jogging over to the direction of the bathroom, he decided against even trying to explain what was going on. "Cheers. I won't take long." He responded simply with a nod and accepted the stack of clothing, hoping nothing was missing. This morning had been difficult enough already. With that he made his way to the bathroom, took a shower and made a thorough check on whether anything was amiss.   No other tattoos... No scars, so I should still have my organs... No injuries more severe than the bruises I got back there... Still got my phone and wallet... And even the number I'm supposed to call. Almost too good to be true. After getting dressed and making sure he was in a reasonably presentable state overall, he headed for the kitchen. With the worst of the nausea gone, breakfast sounded rather good.  

Elke Van Steele

And breakfast there was. While it wasn't a feast, through from the smell wafting up from the oven there was plenty more. Sitting a the breakfast bar was a assort meant of foods, fresh fruits, linked sausages still steaming and pilled high. the first batch of blueberry waffles, and of course three different pots full of coffee. Or rather two of the pots were full the third was already half drunk by the time winters got there. The brunette from before was currently hugging a coffee cup like it was her only surviving child. Clothed now thankfully she wore simple grey sweats and a baggy T-shirt, one could safely assume was Roslyens judging by the fat it looked more akin to a dress.  

Namio J Waller

"Sweet Mother of winters above. This is good." She whispered into the coffee cup before taking another big sip. Having fully finished the cup she reached over to grab the pot once more needing more coffee in her system. "Oh, Hello again bartender... I must say you look kind of tasty now that I can "see" you...Care to have breakfast?" She waved her hand across the assortment of food as Elke set down a plate and matching silverware next to Ms Waller for him to sit. He would notice she now had a pair of silver glasses covering her eyes, and seemed to actuality be able to see him this time.  

Randall Winters

As he entered, to some extent even before it, his senses were at work identifying the various foods as he tried to decide which ones to focus. He could rarely afford particularly good food, but had a greater appreciation for it than one might easily expect. "Eh, sure. Don't know when I last ate, and would be a shame to waste all this."   He said with a shrug, not really paying much attention to the people around him. Once he'd taken the assigned seat, he piled what seemed to be a bit of everything to his plate and began to dig in. Even if he ended up not getting the contract in the end, at least he'd get a few meals' worth of sustenance.   A short while later he'd stuffed himself full with the various foods on offer. This would likely be enough to keep him going for much of the day, at least once he'd actually digested it. Content with his situation, he made sure the scene was calm enough for the purpose, then excused himself and pulled out his phone before finally calling the number he'd been provided with to arrange the next step of his would-be career opportunity. Better get it over with sooner rather than later.  

Namio J Waller

At first thee was silence, then what could only be described as the unholy combination of a pixie, cocaine, and Skrillix. Blaring full volume from the room Winters just left. Waller for her part barley looked amused as her phone started to go crazy in her pocket. A prerecorded, then heavily mixed and distorted sound bit of her beloved girlfriend telling her to pick up the dam phone played over Confession by Apache. Setting down her cup of cofeeshe fished the phone from her sweats and brought it to her ear. "This is Namio J Waller of Rose Fall Inc. How may I help you." The voice seemed to echo out as if it was both coming from the phone in winter hand and the room just a few steps away from him.  

Randall Winters

At first it seemed like nothing but a strange coincidence, but it wasn't hard for his trained ears to figure out what was going on once he heard the response. Oh, you have got to be kidding... So much for good first impressions. "Randall Winters, about my audition or what have you. I'd rather not pretend I can't hear you just fine already, so do you really want to do this call or formal like or can I just get in there and talk face to face like a normal person?" The weirdness of this morning was seriously starting to get to him even if the food was good and the headache wasn't as bad anymore. Or maybe the idea of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was just making him nervous.  

Namio J Waller

"That's fine, I was waiting for you to bring this up.. Then again, I must be glad you chose to wait till we both had on pants." Miss Waller gave a soft chuckle and clicked off the call before sliding her phone in her pocket and turning the chair to face the door were Winters would be coming back in.   "Welcome back, as I said ... several times now since I introduced myself last night. By that time you were so slushed we were all but carrying you and Rose. I'm Waller, Namio Waller. Miss Steele said you had real talent and wanted to give you a shot. Its my job to both arrange that shot and see if she was correct...Or just drunk"  

Randall Winters

She's going to keep bringing that up, isn't she... Well, as long as it doesn't ruin everything. He rolled his eyes at the remark before entering and taking the same seat as before. It wasn't exactly a professional interview setting, but he'd take what he could get. "I mean, yeah, she definitely was drunk... But that doesn't mean she wouldn't recognize talent when she saw it, right? How often is it that she comes back here with some amateur musician she got her eye on? On second thought, don't answer that." He said with a shrug as he absentmindedly scanned the remaining food on the table. Maybe a little something more would still hit the spot. "Well, I assume you have some kind of a protocol for these situations, huh?"  

Namio J Waller

"if I say I do dos that answer how often it happens?" She lifted a eyebrow, only her left as she asked the question reaching to grab her coffee she held it out for it to be refilled by ekle as she spoke. "But, I won't tease your, while its not uncommon for her to find amateur talent. Many of us swear her actual Evo power is a magnet for talent. What is rare is for her to personally ask me to handle said talent, or to offer you the use of her private studio. Normally we would just set them up with one of our local branches of affiliates. Grab them a gig on a T.V show, or as a background musical part for a movie. Something to get their foot in the door. With little risk to the agency. Think of it like a talent agency more then a label. We licenses all the songs and get your contracts sorted out, but instead of playing with a bunch of big fish we focus on the medium, and small fish. Miss Steele being the only true Shark."   "That being said. She did offer you those things and wants you to record a demo, of your own sound. Your own songs no cover, at least two fully fledged out songs to start with a idea on another seven.. Of course that's if you pass my interview. I'm not going to lie winters. You seemed relatively calm all things considered but I'm not Miss Steele. I won't tank this business and our lively hood on a wing and a prayer. Lets start simple if you don't have any more questions for me. Tell me a few things about yourself."  

Randall Winters

After another moment of indecision he eventually settled on a croissant to distract himself with. Directing his full focus to this one thing probably would've been to stressful for his own good, if even possible. Still, the notion of calling him an amateur didn't get past him, earning a frown in response. He leaned back to listen and gave a shrug once it was his turn to speak.   "Doesn't sound like a very risky venture for you either way... But back to the point. So, what's there to tell? Moved here a year or so ago, been trying to make music my main thing but you know how it is. Kind of an unreliable field if you're not a regular member in a group. So I play where I can when I can, and do what I must to scrape by. If yesterday's anything to go by, maybe it's starting to pay off. Looking for any specifics?"  

Namio J Waller

"Yes actually, Place of study, any notable history, weither gigs or bands. Playing with Rosylen of course counts, but is already noted. Are you self taught or did you to a school. Have you ever recorded before in a studio setting. What are you primary goals." She took a breath and a thick sip of coffee frowning as she had once again emptied the cup. Setting it on the counter she adjusted her glasses and pulled out her phone. While she looked like she was preparing to text, winters would see the reflection in her glasses that she was just recording his responses. "Of course , since this chance is primary a role ware writing is as important as preforming do you have any music written you could share?"  

Randall Winters

He sighed as he began to recall the relevant information. He'd been to many interviews before, but that wasn't exactly a point in his favor as far as he was concerned. Soon enough he listed whatever requested information he easily could, naming a high school in Richmond and having received tutoring with a couple of instruments but being mostly self-taught when it came to the more advanced levels. A few bands and establishments where he'd played were mentioned along with the assurance he could dig up more if needed. His studio experience was very limited, and he'd never been the centerpiece of such an occasion. His exact goal seemed harder to pinpoint, but he settled on making it somewhere he could take full advantage of his talent and receive due appreciation for it. "Er, well... Sure, I've tried my hand at it, but I don't know if it's that presentable the way it is. It's mostly just random instrumential stuff that I haven't really expected anyone else to see."  

Namio J Waller

"Surprisingly I hear that all the time. Most who have a decent muse hide it away, while those who muse kind of sucks.. well flaunt it." For conducting this impromptu interview in her girlfriends kitchen in sweats, and a oversize black T-shirt. Waller was keeping herself rather composed and professional as she spoke scrolling through the typed responses that she had wrote to see if there was anything she missed. Shaking her head she gave a low sigh. To be honest she hoped this winters guy was a fraud, and while non of her questions were odd she hadn't been given much to work with in the first place, and frankly he seemed both confident and genuine. She had to give him a fair shot. "Well, with all I've heard and the fact my boss told me to. What day is best to get you in the studio."  

Randall Winters

He gave a shrug at the statement which could've at least been taken as tentative flattery, then raised an eyebrow at the surprisingly abrupt approval - even if it was only for the audition and nothing final. What, seriously? Gotta hope it's the real deal and not just something that's done as a formality for anyone Roslyen happens to take note of. "Well... I can try to bend things a little if that's what it takes to match things up, but aside of that... I don't know, Monday afternoon? Or is next week too soon?"  

Namio J Waller

"No, next week is wonderful. Monday 1pm, I expect you will be on time in business casual... Actual business casual, not THE business casual.. No jeans, ripped shirts, or leather jackets in my office please. Rockstar's must be professional too." She shook her head with a glance that admitted this was something she often had to deal with.   "Do you know were the Rose Fall Music Store is downtown? There are studio spaces both above an below the store. As well as my office on the third floor of the building. Be there by 1230 so we can get you set up with a mic that fits your style, a guitar, and paperwork filed out." I must expect he barley has a penny to his name never mind workable instruments knowing Rose.  

Randall Winters

Oh, come on. Ripped clothes I can understand, but what's wrong with the rest? Oh well, I guess it's a sacrifice I must make. "Yeah, yeah... I know the place, even if it's a little expensive for me. I'll make sure to be there, should I know about anything else beforehand?" He wrote down the time on his phone as he listened. He'd have much to think about in these coming days.  

Namio J Waller

"Not that I can think of no. If something comes up, I will call you. Just be ready to work, Rosy may treat this like a beloved sport. But it is hard work with a lot of pieces." She gave a small wink and turned back to her food, clearly moving on.  

Randall Winters

"Okay, I guess that's that? Somehow I doubt the whole thing will go from zero to a hundred just like that, but I guess I should consider myself lucky if it does." He thought out loud with a shrug. He had no clue how much material he should try to bring with him, but stitching his earlier inspirations up into anything coherent would take time he didn't have much of. So much for being rested for the occasion. "So, uh... Should I wait for your boss here now in case she had something more to say before I go? Can't exactly remember whether we agreed on something like that last night."  

Namio J Waller

That made Waller giggle. The idea of Rose being up before 3 in the afternoon on a good day was brash. A day when she spent the night drinking, partying o the point she brought some random girl home to THEIR bed, no she wouldn't be up anytime soon. "Oh no. Miss Rose isn't going to be awake anytime soon, and I doubt she will be remembering much of last night even if she did. If I were you, I would take my good luck and run before it turns sour. Never know with a diva like her how her mood will fare." Of course she was lying. Namio knew better then anyone that Roslyen was rather constant when she wasn't depressed.  

Randall Winters

Right, because getting assaulted by that psycho wasn't sour enough. Probably best not to find out if it'll get worse than that. "Guess I'll take your word on that, then. Better be on my way since you say so." He responded with a shrug, wondering if he'd see the place again... and under what circumstances. With things settled, he took another moment to look around before heading for the exit. He'd have plenty of walking to do, of course he'd ended up on the opposite side of the city.