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I stumbled upon it through this twitter by this chick calling Brendon and Spencer liars and thieves and other such nonsense, and I am confused as all hell.
I'm trying to figure out how Ryan could have seen things differently. The very first post, written by him and Jon and put up on the official website on July 6th said VERY CLEARLY that Spencer and Brendon were remaining as Panic at the Disco and that all tour dates would go on as planned. In several of the MTV articles with Ryan throughout July of 2009, Brendon and Spencer are referred to, by the interviewer and Ryan as "New Panic!" Just one of the mentions: "He said that while he hasn't heard any of the new Panic! stuff, he wishes Urie and Smith well"
Supposing that Ryan hadn't known, and considering the antagonistic and less than friendly vibe of those interviews, why wouldn't he have brought it up then? I am really uncomfortably with the fact that he's bringing it up *now*. Because even if it is true, it comes off and petty and dishonest and I don't know how to deal with that.
I've been reminded, too, of how immature Ryan was about the whole thing, re-reading these articles. How he said he was avoiding talking to anyone at Decaydance and not answering Wentz's calls. It makes me think if he honestly didn't know bout Brendon and Spencer taking the name it WAS HIS OWN FAULT. There are a lot of questions about this sort of thing when a band splits, and if Ryan wasn't *talking* to people from the label, how could he expect to know about the decisions that were being made.
It's weird, because for the first time in a long time, I'm not angry toward Ryan. I guess I can believe that there was some miscommunication (in that he refused to communicate with Decaydance and Pete), but I feel that it is really inappropriate and immature for him to say this now.
I stumbled upon it through this twitter by this chick calling Brendon and Spencer liars and thieves and other such nonsense, and I am confused as all hell.
I'm trying to figure out how Ryan could have seen things differently. The very first post, written by him and Jon and put up on the official website on July 6th said VERY CLEARLY that Spencer and Brendon were remaining as Panic at the Disco and that all tour dates would go on as planned. In several of the MTV articles with Ryan throughout July of 2009, Brendon and Spencer are referred to, by the interviewer and Ryan as "New Panic!" Just one of the mentions: "He said that while he hasn't heard any of the new Panic! stuff, he wishes Urie and Smith well"
Supposing that Ryan hadn't known, and considering the antagonistic and less than friendly vibe of those interviews, why wouldn't he have brought it up then? I am really uncomfortably with the fact that he's bringing it up *now*. Because even if it is true, it comes off and petty and dishonest and I don't know how to deal with that.
I've been reminded, too, of how immature Ryan was about the whole thing, re-reading these articles. How he said he was avoiding talking to anyone at Decaydance and not answering Wentz's calls. It makes me think if he honestly didn't know bout Brendon and Spencer taking the name it WAS HIS OWN FAULT. There are a lot of questions about this sort of thing when a band splits, and if Ryan wasn't *talking* to people from the label, how could he expect to know about the decisions that were being made.
It's weird, because for the first time in a long time, I'm not angry toward Ryan. I guess I can believe that there was some miscommunication (in that he refused to communicate with Decaydance and Pete), but I feel that it is really inappropriate and immature for him to say this now.
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Date: 2010-04-15 12:41 am (UTC)Dusk is falling in the capital city of Warren, fiery orange light catching and reflecting off the hulls of the ships lining the docking port. Brendon weaves through the throng of new arrivals hurrying toward the heart of town, where the pubs are opening their doors and cheerful music is beginning to fill the air. The crowd parts for him unconsciously and automatically—even on the Rim planets his status earns him respect, whether or not those granting it realise what he is.
Alex follows behind with their luggage, keeping pace admirably despite the weight of his labour. He is silent, though Brendon knows there are questions he would like to voice, protests he would like to lodge. That what Brendon proposes is risky at best, downright suicidal and worst. That there are safer, if less direct courses of action that could be taken.
There are three private transport ships set to depart before nightfall, each more rundown than the last. The barker of the first ship is an eager looking young man bouncing on his feet, speaking to everyone who passes, loudly singing praise of his crew. He has an ugly desperation in his eyes that makes Brendon ill at ease, and he passes that ship quickly by.
The second has no barker but a whore, dressed in a mockery of Brendon’s garments—robe parted low to bare her cleavage and high to show the tan silk of her thigh. Her smoky eyes smirk at him as he passes this ship, too. He has no qualms against those men and women who choose to make a living at his trade outside the safety and structure of the Guild. All the same, he has no desire to surround himself by said men and women, nor those who would patronise them.
Two men sit in the open dock of the final transport ship, playing cards on an overturned crate. Brendon’s gaze is caught by the colourful tattoos up one of the man’s arms, and the way they are both dressed as if they stepped straight out of a film set on the Earth-That-Was.
“Excuse me,” Brendon calls, stepping up the platform. Alex waits obediently behind.
They turn to look at him, the tattooed one’s expression going from surly to entranced at the sight of him. The other one, in the ball cap, turns bright red and looks back at his cards.
“Can I help you?” the tattooed one purrs. The other kicks him rather unsubtly behind the crate. Brendon doesn’t fight his amused grin. He knows the power his smile has over others. “I’m Pete Wentz, and this is Patrick Stump, pilot of this fine ship.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you both,” Brendon says, and extends his hand to them each. Patrick looks like he doesn’t know what to do with it. “My name is Brendon, and my valet is Marshall. You are still taking passengers?”
“In theory,” Pete says. “Not to many people are keen on heading to the Core right now.”
“Is that where you’re headed?” Brendon asks, careful to keep his tone even.
“Londinium,” Pete confirms, with a nod of his head. “But what with current politic upheaval and all that, people seem to think it’s safer out on the Rim.” He gives Brendon a searching look. “You heading in?”
“I have no particular destination in mind,” Brendon says. “I have been at Newhall two seasons, and it has lost its shine, if it ever had any.”
Pete gives him a sharp grin. “You’re not much like the other whores ‘round here.”
Brendon refuses to rise to the bait. He does not expect them to recognise his rank. Any ship docking would be privy to basic information such as the lack of any Guild presence. For now, it suits him to pass as a prostitute. “If my profession is a problem…” he offers simply.
Patrick shoots Pete a glare and then turns his gaze on Brendon, apologetic. “It isn’t,” he says. “Can you pay?”
Brendon holds out his palm and Alex comes forward to lay a silk purse in it, coins jingling as it settles. “Business is booming on Newhall,” Pete says appreciatively.
“Indeed,” Brendon agrees.
“Welcome aboard, Brendon,” Pete says. He nods at Alex, “Marshall. Allow me to show you to your quarters.”
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