Musiverse, again.

[bubosquared]

Just got back from lunch. Wrote about a hundred words of After. (Third story of Strange Love, last part of Early. See also here.) Wooo! Second person isn't easy to write, yo. But hey, I'm writing my favourite boys, so I'm happy. :)

However ...

[Main room. SL muses present. Melle is shuffling through her Bag.]

Melle: *mumble* Where the fuck did I put my fags.
Muses: *snicker*
Melle: *groans, rolls eyes, searches* Aha! There we go. *lights cigarette* So, hey, Nick, should we plan this thing out first, or what?
Nick: Eh. *shrug*
Melle: I haven't written anything without carefully plotting it out first since November. I feel like I'm on thin ice ice. I want to plot. But you've to talk to me for that!
Nick: I talk to you.
Melle: More than one word at a time, Nick.
Nick: Feh.
Melle: Meet me on the train home. *leaves chill-out room*

[Chill-out room. CAU muses present. Assorted other boyband muses also hanging out.]

Nick Carter: *sitting on Justin's lap* Hey!
Melle: 'lo. 'sup?
Justin: We were wondering if you were planning to write the NYPDSync thing next.
Melle: Um.
Nick: Cause we really wanna be all cute and in love.
Justin: And play with guns. *grin*
Melle: Um.
Nick: And have sex with Chris.
Justin: Well, that's a given.
Melle&Chris: Um!
Joey: *nudges Chris, snickers* Dude, you're a sugar daddy!
Justin&Nick: *get up, strike pose* # Now I done told you / You can look but please don't touch. / Cause you don't understand what I mean / Can't you see I'm not old engough. / You say that ain't ain't nothing but a number / You're much too experienced for me. / Oh all you wanna do is take my love / AII you want is another victory. / Dirty ol' man #
Joey&Melle: *crack up*
Chris: *Glare Of Hotness*
Nick&Justin: Oooh! *glomp Chris*
Melle: Oooh! *stares*
Joey: *pulls Melle on his lap* Have a seat.
Melle: Oooh! *gets comfortable*
Lance: Popcorn?
Melle: Oooh! :)
JC: *puts head on Joey's shoulder*
Melle: Oooooh!

[Much later, in the Green Room. U2 muses are present, and toying with guns.] Melle: Hey, guys.
Adam: *bent over maps, discussing strategy with Bono and Edge, deeply concentrated* Hey.
Melle: *moment of awed, lust-filled silence*
Larry: You're weird. Guinness?
Melle: Oh, yes please? (OOC: Hm, Drinks, Justin drinking things, moments of awed, lust-filled silence, ... I wonder how Chrissy's Justin/Larry is doing.)
Larry: You're drooling.
Melle: Eh, what? Oh, right. Hey, how would you feel about a popslash crossover?
Larry: How would you feel about a boot to the head?
Melle: ... Dammit. Ah, well. You guys'd better be ready for plot-out in a few days!
U2: Yes, ma'am.

[Melle's office. Breckin is present.]

Melle: Kay, so of the eight things on my NY Resolutions list, I've accomplished one (Sin), and am working on another (one of the five Strange Love stories I'm to write before the end of the year). That leaves ... Yenta!Aaron JuNi, which may or may not be permanently dead at this point; the GnR/Metallica crossover Slut!Fic, which I think is something for this summer; at least half of The Game, which I need to plot out first, and then start writing soon; The vast majority of the IRA!U2 story, which I'm gonna start plotting out once After is finished; and I need to get the Shintaid on a weekly shedule of 1,000 words. *turns to Breckin* So do you think you could maybe work on these before starting any new things?
Breckin: Feh. Like you could work on old bunnies non-stop for a year.
Melle: ... Bitch. I hate it when you're right. Okay, so how about alternating an old bunny with a new one?
Breckin: 'kay. fine with me. What's next, then?
Melle: Once Anger is finished, we plot IRA!U2. Maybe write a bit, too. Then ... *eyes bunny list* *eyes muserooms* Hm. I'd like to write the NYPDSync thing then, but all those guns in such a short period of time is a bit much. And I've just written some College!AU, and there's no new bunny yet, so ... Eh, I'll see. If there's a new CAU bunny by that time, I'll write that.
Breckin: Sounds like a plan.
Melle: Yeah. Just. For the love of all that is holy, please keep them this talkative! Please. Please?
Breckin: I'll try.
Melle: Do or not do, there is no try!
Breckin: *rolls eyes* I'm working for Yoda! Satan give me strength.
Wade: *appears in puff of smoke* Weh?
Melle: Not you. *waves hand dismissively*
Wade: *disappears in puff of smoke*