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[OOC : There's something wrong with the site, some bug or something, can't read my last entered post. So if I was already standing at the desk. I'm realy sorry.]

Morgan

Are you okay, Dan? Morgan saw dan panicking. She didn't have any medication but she wanted to make sure he was okay. Where is the water he gave her? She saw it standing next to James on the floor. As some weird ass ninja she grabbed the flask and ran to Dan, making shure he drank a bit and calmed down. She sometimes had those weird attacks herself. As if your chest was in flames and your head didn't know what to do anymore. And the large amount of people around didn't do it any good... Poor Dan. Are you okay sweaty? she asked him. Indiana who sat next to James was also concerned about our youngest member. She had some pain medication and offered it to him. "If you need pain meds or anything of the like it's in the front." she told him. As soon as Morgan saw he was alright she headed over to the desk where the woman in outfit was standing. Excuse me miss she said hesitating. We miss some stuff... a lot of stuff actually Indiana also came over. The woman asked us what we were missing and the number of our boarding passes. Di, could you get the rest of the people who were missing things because we need some information. . She realy hoped for Zach's and James' sake their instruments would be returned because she didn't want those two to end up in a mental hospital.

James

God, yes please. Indiana said when he offered her the drink. My drums aren't here... he said in a childish depressed kind of way. It was nice to be able to talk to Indiana. Di always seemed to be there for him. It was nice to have her by his side. As much as he enjoyed the very short conversation, Di stood up and went over to Morgan who was talking to the lady at the desk. Just behind him Dan was in pain. Di just offered him some pain medication but James wanted to make shure he was okay. Poor lad.

Dan gave a tired, thankful smile to Indiana as he forced his breathing back to normal. His heart rang pain through his chest everytime it pushed out on his lungs but he bent to rummage through her bag to find the afformentioned pain medication. Dan then looked up to Sutton giving him a more pained smile. He stole Sutton's energy drink and popped some of the pills, then returned it.
"Do you know where my ADHD meds are? Do we have the bag?" He tried not to show the fear in his eyes. Missing his equipment fo a few days was fine. He could survive that. Missing his cancer medication? That could be bad. Very bad.

"I'll be fine, Mi," Dan said, smiling a little and pushing her water back toward her. He ignored the pain and put on his usual grin, scratching the back of his head. He looked over to the bag and shook his head. "It's alright. I can go a couple days without them, right? Ha! You'll just have to deal with me being way more hyper than usual, yknow? Thanks for looking though, cutie. It might turn up. Hey, Su, Mi, you wanna go wait by the carousel to see if we can track down anymore bags?" He shrugged a little, his usual smile faltering with his inhales.

Indiana Scarlett Carver

Indiana nodded at Morgan's instructions and went back over to the group. She stood between them all and said "If you're missing your stuff head over to the desk with Mo. There's some info we still need to sort through" she headed back over to James and gave him a half smile. "I'm sorry your drums are missing, but the woman told me we should be getting them back soon. They couldn't fit our stuff on our flight" Then her eyes fluttered over to Dan and she extended a hand to him. "Are you feeling well enough to talk to the help desk, or do you want me to do the talking for you?" she asked. He seemed to be in quite a bit of pain and she wondered what caused it. He asked for his ADHD meds like they were the cause but she had never heard of ADHD doing that to someone, but she shrugged it off. 'Maybe anxiety or from the long flight' she thought.

James

"I'm sorry your drums are missing, but the woman told me we should be getting them back soon. They couldn't fit our stuff on our flight" he heard Indiana say. He grabbed her stretched hand to get off the cold floor. He felt beaten. This was the worst that could have happened. Why us? He got up and looked down at Indiana. She was talking to Dan. He looked a little pale. Morgan was standing at the desk and if that was the place where he could try to get his baby back. He walked over to the desk and greeted the little lady behind it. You also lost luggage? she asked in a cheerfull british accent. He nodded. Your luggage is still at Miami airport because the plain was too full. I'm realy sorry... just fill these out with your boardingpass number. I will have to make a copy of your passport and you have to fill out a form about how your luggage looks like. she chirped happily. Just big cases that look like a drum when you put them together James mumbled irritated as he began to fill out the forms.

Dan looked at Indiana. "Could you do it? I'm just missing the costumes. That looks like the sound equipment. Let me go grab it. Do you know when our first gig is? Do we have to yknow... get replacements or will our shit get here before we need it? I should start working on replacement costumes anyway... our stuff was getting old." He felt the pain meds kick in a little. "Thanks for the meds, Indie." He handed her his boardingpass and passport. "Since you're all my responsible adults anyway, could you maybe go talk to that lady up there for me? Big yellow suit case is the one we're missin'. The giant one, yknow?" He grinned at her and left personal belongings while he strode toward the carousel to grab the sound equipment and his specially modified (with Sutton's help) lighting equipment. He then rolled both large black cases back toward the band and stopped them there. "Alright. Now what are we missing?"

Noticing Sutton, Dan looked over and raised an eyebrow. He was getting quiet. That was normal, but the set of his mouth showed a little anxiety. Separation anxiety, Dan figured. He stopped trying to arrange the lost bags, he figured the girls (and adults who actually had any sway in the legality of finding bags and such) would handle that and instead he walked back to Sutton. "You wanna use my charger? I gotta converter and stuff in my carry-on yknow. And there's an outlet over there. You could at least get enough charge to make sure no one's tried to talk to you and stuff, yknow?" He rummaged through his bag and pulled out his charger, already plugged into the converter. He handed it to Sutton.

Dan grinned, happily collapsing next to Sutton. Standing was more stress on his lungs, his muscles using more oxygen. Leaning back against the wall he closed his eyes and let exhaustion wipe over him. "Thanks. How's your shit? Did they... yknow, lose any of it or are we good on your end. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Need another energy drink? It's kinda cold in here yknow, are you cold? Should we find your jacket and stuff?" he muttered in Sutton's direction. "You're always so quiet. What's in that heada yours right now, Sutton?" He leaned into Sutton's shoulder. "How'd ya like the flight?"

Zachary stood and watched the interactions, sighing to himself as his fellow mates conversed and complained. He was a little upset about his guitar, but not so much as his drummer, who wasn't taking the loss quite so well. Then again, this guitar was newer and not old enough to be considered his 'friend'. When Zach's first guitar broke one night during a gig quite literally, he was very upset, but a guitar's a guitar and a drum's a drum - you can't whine over it for very long. Or at least you aren't supposed to.

"I've never had so much fun in an airport." Zach remarked quite sarcastically.

(Sorry if I ignored anyone - I can't see that many posts, none of them with Zach. D:)

Morgan

Morgan felt a little better now everything was going to be okay. The woman behind the counter had told them they could collect their stuff the day after tomorrow. Morgan had ben desperate to get the stuff flown in tomorrow but that seemed to be impossible. The day after tomorrow would be their first gig so they would only have their instruments a few hours before the gig. It will work... she told herself. She turned around and saw James was alread a lot more chilled out than he was a few moments ago. He had been panicking and she hadn't been able to calm him down untill the lady said he would have his drum kit back the day after tomorrow... before the gig.
She turned to Zach and looked up? He was bigger than her. She always felt small when she was with him. Small and breakable... as if he could crush her with one finger. It was unsetteling and... attractive at the same time. She sighed and patted him on the shoulder. "I've never had so much fun in an airport." he said in a sarcastic tone. She smiled at him and replied : I'll pay you a beer big boy.


James

James felt at peace. He was going to get his stuff back. He packed handed the document over to the lady and patted Morgan on the head before he went to the rest of the group. Indiana was helping Dan. Dan had calmed down as well he saw. How could a thing like this have been happening? He was so glad to be in the UK but this isn't really the thing he was expecting. "I've never had so much fun in an airport." he heard zach say. James chuckled almost unnoticable. The nerves were leaving his body and he could laugh again. Zach was more than right. So people... in stead of getting some coffee... who's in for a beer?

Evony glanced down at her watch as she lifted her wrist to take a sip of her latte. They were late.

She'd flown in half an hour before on a different flight, giving her just enough time to collect her luggage, have it sent to the hotel and order herself a drink in Starbucks. While the band had stopped over in Miami, Evony had taken a direct flight from New York a few hours later so she could spend just a few more hours in the city with her little boy, Harry. But, despite what she tried to tell herself, another few hours never helped. She was always left feeling just as bereft when he was swept cruelly from her arms by her husband and record label owner, Ryan, than if she'd had him a few hours less. She'd boarded a plane in New York a short while later with an utterly dead, empty feeling in her chest, the only physical proof she'd been with her son were the bruises dappling her thin wrists that she'd received when she was held down by Ryan as he forced himself on her, the price she paid for spending any time in a house that used to be hers. On the flight over, she'd ordered as many vodka's as she could put away in a seven hour flight, putting the cost on expenses, which caused the world to blur pleasantly at the edges, dulling her pain slightly.

Evony lifted her white iPhone from her pocket, confirming the time to be as she thought. They were definitely late, and she'd checked the flight wasn't delayed so the hold up was in the airport. She prayed it wasn't customs they were held up at. She'd had managed a band once before that got themselves banned from travelling after multiple failed attempts to bring cocaine with them on tour into different countries, often hidden in the most inventive places... Needless to say, that was the end of their music career.

She glanced round to make sure no one was watching her, before cupping her iPhone with both hands and typing the code in quickly. Then she looked up again, certain no one had seen her pass code. She was paranoid about her own personal security, there was always someone out to get her. She opened up her contacts and quickly placed a call to Sutton, the stage hand. The boy was permanently attached to his phone. If he didn't answer, they were in serious trouble.

Indiana sighed and shook her head. "Our first gig is supposed to be tomorrow night but it's for a small venue. I'm sure Evony knows more about it than I do...Speaking of...where is she? I'm surprised we haven't heard from her yet..." Just as she spoke Sutton's phone rang and she could tell it was Evony on the other line. She chuckled softly under her breath and shook her head. 'Figures she'd call Sutton...none of the rest of us answer our phones religiously.' she thought.

Indiana headed back over to the help desk and described the luggage they were missing, filled out some paperwork and nodded in Mo's direction. "She seemed more pleasant after I gave her more information. She said they'd be sending us our stuff as soon as it came in. I told her it was urgent but i'm sure she hears that all the time." Her head automatically swiveled back in James' direction and she nodded. "A beer sounds mighty fine right now. I could certainly use one."

Sutton's smooth, slow Californian drawl filled her ear as he answered the phone. "Before you say anything, some of the luggage got lost on the way here...everyone's freaking out over it, so they went to talk to the people at the front..."

Evony hissed softly under her breath in irritation. These fucking airlines, she couldn't trust them to do anything right. She stood up, sweeping her handbag back over her should and picking up the latte. She was thankful, as always, for her annoying habit of taking everything to go, rooted in a deep urge to always be able to run away if she needed to. As she stood up, the world swayed slightly around her, and she smiled, comforted that the alcohol was in her system to make everything slightly less harsh. She quickly regained her balance. She could easily drink much more than this, and did so on a regular basis. This amount of alcohol wouldn't even prevent her from walking in a straight line, let alone seem to others as if she were drunk. Over the years, she'd become adept at hiding things she didn't want others to know; a skill she was constantly grateful for.

"Find the rest of the band and meet me in the Servisair Executive Lounge in Terminal One with whatever luggage you do have... Order yourselves something alcoholic and I'll meet you there once I've sorted out this mess..." she told him firmly. As she spoke she pictured the band and their entourage running riot through the airport. She cared for them deeply, but sometimes she simply couldn't trust them to be responsible for anything. Just as she was about to hang up, she remembered something. "Oh, and text me a list of what's missing." With that, she pressed the end call button on the phone.

She strode through the airport, her heels clicking against the hard floor as she walked. She felt a dull, sickening sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach as she thought through what to do about this whole situation. She knew the protocol in these kind of situations. She was meant to call someone at the label to have it the problem escalated. Her, swanning round the airport demanding to speak to the manager would do little good. But a call from a big-shot record label owner to the airport would be sure to get her an audience with the highest up members management at the airport and their bags on the next flight out, more than likely each with its own personal armed guard to make sure it reached it's given destination. She knew who she had to call, and she knew who she would end up speaking to.

With a sigh, Evony dialled the record label. "Evony Harrington, manager of (*insert band name here*). I need to speak with Mr Nixon about an urgent issue regarding a problem we're having at Heathrow Airport."

"Miss Harrington, I'll put you through," Ryan's secretary told her. Evony flinched at the sound of her name, picturing her shiny gold wedding band, stitched into a tiny teddy belonging to Harry that she always kept in the bottom of her bag. The teddy had long since stopped smelling of her son, but it still reminded her of him. And, she hadn't seen the ring in years, but it comforted her, somehow, to know it was in there. By law, she should be Mrs Nixon. But, of course, Ryan would've never had it. And so, when anyone addressed her by her maiden name, she was just left feeling like her life had been one big worthless lie.

Dan smiled at Sutton, then let him take Evony's call. He had a way with their manager and he respected that more than the way anyone else talked to her. He waited, listening to his voice before responding to his previous words. He comfortably relaxed back against the wall, trying to settle his breathing again. "I'm glad the flight was good for you, dude. I mostly just listened to Owl City and played games on my phone til it died. And then yknow, just pulled out the portable dvd player and marathoned Doctor Who. It was great. I've just got a headache and I kinda feel like I'm coming off my meds. God I really hope my bag shows up." He looked around, and gave his bandmates an obviously kidding scowl. "Sure, shove it in the face of the guy who still can't drink, even here." he said, sarcasm dripping friendly from his lips. He rummaged through his carryon one more time, and relaxed, finding his bottle of pills at the bottom. Good. That would keep him until at least whenever the rest of their luggage came in.

"I'll pay you a beer big boy."

Zachary's blue eyes gazed down upon the smaller woman and he smiled quite brightly, his enthusiasm and happiness unnhidden from view. "You would be so kind?" now that there was something to do, he could easily take his mind off his missing equipment and place it upon doing something fun or exciting. At the moment, even partying as 'light' as the others do (meaning no sex) would be more than enough to keep his mind occupied and away from negative things such as worry or stress. How could you worry when you're drunk, or moderately buzzed?

However, before they could go to the nearest bar or escape the confines of the crowded airport, Sutton informed them of a call from their manager. Now the drinks were to be delayed, and this small fact caused Zach's lips to curve downwards into a frown, from which he hid from anybody's eyes. After a moment to himself so he could get over the fact that there was no drinks, he manned up and looked back at Morgan. "You said you still had everything, right Mo?" he asked to make sure. "Then I don't have my guitar, Jay doesn't have his drums and I think Dan's without his... stuff."

He paused and almost look like he was lost in deep thought until he spoke again. "So who regrets not listening to poor old Zachary when he said that Far-View Airlines would've been a better choice?" he asked loudly enough for most of his band to hear.

"My fucking big yellow suitcase, my duffel. Zach and James are missing their instruments, and uhhh Naomi's bag," Dan relayed cheerily, popping the correct dose of pills for the day into his mouth and taking a sip of the rest of Sutton's energy drink then handing it back to him. "Tell her we're super hungry, too, yknow. Plane food just doesn't cut it. Or is there gonna be food at this bar? Are they even going to let me in? Is that a thing they do for minors over here?" Dan chuckled, looking around at everyone. "Damn you all look like you've been up for sixteen hours straight."

James

James was seated on the floor. He was thinking about the tour and was drumming with his two sticks on someones case. rumdomrumdom. He heard Sutton say something about the manager. Evony would be waiting for them outside. He guessed she would be downing coffee right now to calm her nerves. She wants a list of everything we lost and told us to meet at the Servisair Executive Lounge in Terminal One with all the crap we DO have. he heard Sutton say. My whole drum kit james anwsered him while getting up. His legs were tired and painful. He yawned and got his bag. Is everybody ready so we can go?

Morgan

You would be so kind? Zachary asked her with a grin. Morgan nodded. yes I have everything now. She picked up her bag and started walking towards the rest of the people - sutton that was. Because he was in contact with the manager. "So who regrets not listening to poor old Zachary when he said that Far-View Airlines would've been a better choice?" Zach said out loud. oh Zach, sometimes you can be SUCH a whiner Morgan said. But hey, If we're going to the Lounge maybe I can buy you that beer I promised you to shut you op she said with a cocky, though joking smile on her face.