⠀If Zoey weren't naturally gravitating toward the Theater of Calliope, was she even Zoey ? They're calling this 'Arte Fest,' but she knows a Battle of the Bands when she sees one. She's been spectating for a few performances now, bobbing her head and feeling inspiration ebb and flow. Some of them look pretty seasoned, some are newbies— and some even seem like they don't know where they are. It all gives her mixed emotions; there's an ache in her chest for the trio to fully reunite, but it also gives her a resolve to grace them with all new notebooks full of bangers.
⠀That warm and fuzzy feeling grinds to an abrupt halt when she stretches and moves around during a brief intermission— one moment Zoey had been wondering what the concessions situation was here, and the next she was face-to-face with someone who... definitely shouldn't be here. A long, drawn-out gasp leaves her as she reels back, eyeing him warily. ⠀❛ ⠀Jinu ?! ⠀❜ ⠀There's a lot to unpack here. He did a good thing once, a really good thing... but does that mean he's on good behavior ? What would Rumi want her to do ? She's very aware of his concession of choice— but all these questions are tangling and congealing in her mind, so what she winds up going with is—
⠀❛ ⠀Are you... you know... recruiting ????⠀❜ ⠀
⤷ @sajademon — battle of the bands.
