poly_chromatic | 47th Note || Glass City

[This post is nothing but a video file download, named only for a date about a month in the past. It's not posted like a normal video entry recorded specifically for the Network, because it comes from Curt's personal collection.

Anyone stupid enough (or voyeuristic enough) to actually watch something something from Curt's personal video collection. Is treated to a totally innocuous clip of Curt making goofy faces with Stephen laughing in the background.

"Say hi to the camera," says Curt, pointing the camera in the other direction.

Stephen, bass in hand, waves.

"We should make a music video or something. Or just have Neil get all our gigs on...digital? Yeah. And not just the bigger concerts, cuz--"

The video cuts off suddenly and then back to a view mostly of Curt's hand. "Yeah, it's off now," which is clearly a lie because when Curt's hand moves away, there's a tilted and slightly obstucted view of his bed, with Stephen in the middle. And when Curt pounces it's clear that yes, this is exactly that kind of video and this is probably the point when you should stop watching unless you didn't get enough of Stephen's relatively furry chest during the curse a few weeks ago. After a few minutes of increasingly steamy shirtless makeouts, Curt is really close to getting Stephen's pants off when Stephen happens to look up.

"Dude, it is not off, the light is still on."

"What? No, it shouldn't be recording." Curt sighs. "I'll check." And after a nice view of (clothed) rock star crotch, the video ends.]

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[Stephen opens the video file as soon as he sees it on the network. He remembers when they recorded that particular one, it was right after-

Oh.

Oh.

Stephen waits until the feed ends, puts his device down carefully, and quickly heads to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Okay, calming breaths. All that staying calm and ration and not hyperventilating stuff doctors keep telling him about. He can do this.

FUCK.]

[Curt, working on a guitar solo, eventually notices Stephen is gone but has no idea why. He tracks him down to the bathroom by process of elimination and knocks.]

Hey, are you okay in there?

[Stephen swings the door open, face set.]

You said that thing wasn't recording that time.

Huh?

[Curt is genuinely confused for a second, mostly because this seems out of nowhere. The only reason nobody's said that phrase to him before is mostly due to the fact that its harder to miss someone getting you on actual film. But it's not like he's attempted to secretly record Stephen so many times that he can't figure it out eventually.]

Something ended up on the network.

[He scratches the back of his head a bit awkwardly. He's not mad, not really. Well maybe just a little, but Curt didn't know that stuff was going to get broadcast everywhere. He certainly feels an invasion of privacy, but at least most of the panic is over with. Some if it.]

[Curt suspects he knows what it is, but he checks the Network anyway. He doesn't even have to open the file, though he does, but even with just the opening seconds he knows the whole thing.]

I...didn't put that there. It wasn't even on my phone-thing, it was on the other thing. Which I guess is connected to all the stuff, but still.

[The other thing is his laptop, 'all the stuff' is the Network. Curt's tenuous grasp on technology tends to desert him in times of stress. Not that he cares, except to the extent that Stephen is unhappy.]

I know you didn't mean to have it up on the network. Obviously. It's more the fact that you recorded it at all.

Look, I know I shouldn't have. But...you have to see why I wanted to keep it, right, once it was already recorded? Because of the way things are here.

You're worried I'm going to leave.

[It's a statement rather than a question. He steps a bit closer, rubbing his forehead. Gdi, Curt. You being all sentimental is making it hard for him to stay mad at you.]

Yeah. I get that.

[It's not that Curt is being particularly calculating, but he's pleased to have hit on what appears to be the right explanation, although it means skirting close to a conversation about feelings. He makes a half shrugging motion with on shoulder.]

It's going to happen one way or the other. I don't think there's any point in worrying about something that's inevitable--or even most things that aren't, but that doesn't mean I ever forget what's what.

Edited 2012-02-25 20:48 (UTC)

C'mere.

[He hooks his fingers into Curt's pockets to pull him closer.]

Next time just let me know when the camera's on. And maybe save it on a dvd.

You're pretty great.

[Curt leans into him.]

I'll erase it or delete it or whatever. Actually, maybe you should, my usual way of doing anything with the Network is to push a lot of buttons until something happens.