#The V.I.P.s

[divineandmajesticinone]

Maggie Smith & Rod Taylor  The V.I.P.s (1963) dir. Anthony Asquith

[lavitaliz]

WHAT EVER LIZ WANTS, LIZ GETS

[cinemajunkie70]

The happiest of birthdays in the afterlife to Elizabeth Taylor!

[lifeiswhathappenstoyou]

The V.I.P.s (1963) dir. Anthony Asquith

Films I watched during quarantine #315

[motionpicturelover]

"The V.I.P.s" (1963) ‐ Anthony Asquith

Films I've watched in 2022 (201/210)

[payidaresque]

ELIZABETH TAYLOR as Frances Andors The V.I.P.s (1963, dir. Anthony Asquith)

[burtonandtaylor]

The V.I.P.s, 1963

[gatabella]

Elizabeth Taylor wearing Givenchy dress for The V.I.P.s, 1963

[blackswaneuroparedux]

ζώοι τις ἀνθρώπων τὸ κατ’ ἦμαρ ὅπως ἥδιστα πορσύνων• τὸ δ’ ἐς αὔριον αἰεὶ τυφλὸν ἕρπει

- Sophocles

Let any person who lives acquire however much Pleasure each day offers. Tomorrow always comes upon us Blind.

The Italian actress Elsa Martinelli listening to music from a record player during the shooting of the movie 'La risaia'. Casalino, Italy, August 1955. She co-starred in Orson Welles’ 1962 movie The Trial, and appeared opposite him a year later in The V.I.P.s .

[scotianostra]

Angus Wilson Lennie was born on April 18th 1930 in Glasgow.

Many of you of a certain age might remember Angus as Shughie McFee, the chef in Crossroads but others, myself included he will always be remembered as Archibald Ives, 'The Mole' in one of the best ever films, in my opinion, The Great Escape.

Lennie was born and brought up in Shettleston, in Glasgow's East End, where he attended Eastbank Academy he began in show business as a dancer and stand up comedian. He was a song and dance man by the age of 14, performing at the Glasgow Metropole and was then on the variety circuit prior to making the transition into stage acting at Perth Theatre in the late 1940's In 1957, he made his television debut in the Armchair Theatre play The Mortimer Touch.

Two years later, he was cast as the cabin boy Sunny Jim in the BBC Scotland comedy series Para Handy- Master Mariner the first of the Para Handy tales in 1959. Other TV roles through the years included, The Saint Dr Who, Z Cars, Rumpole of the Bailey, Lovejoy, The Onedin Line, All Night Long, Keeping Up Appearances and Monarch of the Glen.

On stage, he appeared in six pantomimes over 10 years with the comedian Stanley Baxter at the King's Theatres in Edinburgh and Glasgow, and toured the Far East with Derek Nimmo's company.

On the big screen as well as The Great Escape he was also in Oh What a Lovely War, 633 Squadron and The V.I.P.s alongside Richard Burton.

Lennie died on 14 September 2014 in Acton, West London, aged 84.

[ficforyourart]

superman x batman // gala nights

Based on this art by Umikochanart on Instagram.

I'm back again! Please click the link above as Umikochanart does not allow reposting of her art.

SUMMARY: Clark is more than happy to help Bruce out at the fundraiser and woo donors. One problem, though. Clark doesn't know how to ballroom dance.

READ ON AO3.

Chapter 1 - One, two, three

There's nothing like the Daily Planet. The soft clacking of keys as brilliant minds put words to page, the gentle ringing of one of the world's last remaining landlines and of course, Lois' soft sighs of frustration make him feel right at home. He purposely straightens, stretching his arms over his head—a secret signal for his mentor and friend.

“Smallville,” Lois clips from the other side of the cubicle.

“No c's, just k's. It was a branding choice, remember?”

“Gotcha,” she hums, and her agreement is followed by the tapping of keys. “What would I do without you, Clark?”

A single-wrapped cookie makes it over the paneled wall that separates them and hits him on the head.

“Ow?”

Lois pokes her head up, frowning at him. “Really? Every time? How do you not expect that?”

There was a time where Clark was sure she was training him Pavlovian-style to be her personal spell-checker. He'd been inspired by her work ethic, intimidated by her determination and when he found out that the great Lois Lane still needed help spelling tomorrow, well, he was in love. She doesn't need to reward him. It's an honour to help. Plus, he pays attention.

Clark looks up at her from beneath his unstylish glasses and pushes them higher onto the bridge of his nose. A gentle flush colours his cheeks. “Well, I… was focused, you see.”

“Sure,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Thank you.” Lois adds with the deepest sincerity before disappearing back into her vortex of productivity. Clark is one of the few friends she's made at the Planet; it's almost like ‘How to Lose Friends and Alienate People' was made for her. Might as well keep the one that sticks around.

At times, when Clark lets his mind drift, he can even catch the faint flickering sound of a phone screen lighting up—one that's been silenced—and calling out for his owner. He'd turned his downwards, if only to stay focused. He's got a pile of condominium by-laws to sort through to find inconsistencies.

One of the icons lights up at the bottom of his screen, and a notification box slides up the corner. Bruce Wayne says ‘Kent'.

Hm.

The last time Bruce messaged him at work, they'd wasted time which was Bruce's intention—he wanted a distraction from the meeting he was in. The deadline for this article is fast approaching and he figures if it was urgent, Bruce would call. Clark looks back down at his papers.

‘Wow, really? You're going to leave me on read?' reads the next pop-up box, and he can't help the way his eyes flicker to it anyway.

Clark hadn't even opened the chat. He looks around, confused. There's no way Bruce is here. The chatter would have reached him easily. He squints at the cameras in the office, then directly at the one on his monitor.

That's ridiculous, he tells himself. Bruce wouldn't… would he?

Clark rolls his eyes. Yeah, he absolutely would.

The papers are pushed aside as Clark pulls his keyboard closer. He clicks open the chat.

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

How can I help you, Mr. Wayne?

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

Are you coming to the fundraiser?

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

I wasn't invited. Perry's going on behalf of the Planet. Lois too.

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

You weren't invited on behalf of the planet. You should've gotten a personal invite like all the V.I.P.s.

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

Ha! Me? V.I.P.? I don't have that kind of money.

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

Exactly. Very Important Peasant.

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

… hey, why can't I block you?

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

Huh, strange 🙂

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

I've been staying with Ma the past two weeks. Barn needs to be repaired. I'm helping with chores until it's done. I'll pass by my apartment tonight for the mail.

… was there a reason you wanted me to come?

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

Do I need a reason to invite my friend to my party?

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

Fundraisers are not parties. They're work. I distinctly remember you saying that.

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

Fine, then I was hoping to have my partner in crime to help little old me win over some donations. I'll play bad cop and you can play good cop.

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

Uh, okay, sure. What do I need to do?

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

Chat people up.

Invite sweet old ladies to dance and win them over with that classic Midwestern charm of yours.

Throw in a couple ‘ope's and you're golden.

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

I don't say ‘ope' that much. Small problem, though.

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

I already bought you a tux. It'll be sent to you in time for the event.

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

No! I have a suit!!!!!!

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

I said tuxedo, not suit.

They're different.

What's the problem?

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

It's about the dancing.

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

What? You can't dance?

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

Not unless you want me to start a line dance.

‘Achy breaky heart' is an underrated ‘banger'.

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

You can't dance.

CLARK KENT - Daily Planet - Metropolis, NY

I will not tolerate line dancing slander. I'm telling Ma.

BRUCE WAYNE - Wayne Enterprises - Gotham City, NJ

Unbelievable. I can't take you anywhere.

***

“One, two—ouch.”

“Ope,” Clark flushes, and tucks his chin into his chest, sheepish.

Bruce gives him a look, and it only worsens the blush on Clark's face.

“Don't say it.”

“I don't have to, you already proved my point. Now, pay attention. All you have to do is count to three to the rhythm of the music and make a square pattern with your steps. Easy.”

Bruce rambles on about the different shapes on the floor, and its a wonder he doesn't break down the exact angle at which Clark needs to tilt his body while leading to guide his partner into the most perfect Fibonacci sequence.

When Bruce said he'd help Clark, he didn't think it would be this… hands on.

Clark looks down at Bruce, tipping his head to watch the way Bruce's brow furrows slightly and the gentle dip at the corner of his lips when he's unsatisfied with his explanation. He barely hides his smile.

He's so focused.

It's not unlike the way they train together. Bruce instructs, then they practice. He's gotten Clark to the approximate level of a brown belt in jiujitsu because, and Clark, quotes, ‘you can't always punch your way through everything'. (Spoiler alert: he can.) Clark accepted to roll with him anyway because it was fun and there's nothing like the little expressions Bruce makes when he's teaching.

He's cute.

“Again,” Bruce grunts, keeping his eyes downcast for his own safety. It's bad manners, as he instructed, but all his other dance partners couldn't shatter his toes on accident for being distracted.

Clark straightens. All of Bruce's advice is locked into his mind, yes siree. Just a square, anyone can do a square.

“One, two, three. One, two, three.”

The dance starts slow and when Bruce deems Clark's technique suitable, he picks up the pace ever so slightly.

Aside from training, they've never been this close before. In training, Clark can't admire Bruce's pretty lashes, especially when he's looking down at their feet, or the pout of his lip when he's unsatisfied with a move Clark's making. He doesn't get to drink in the little imperfections like that one strand off hair that escapes the rest of his perfectly styled hair, errant over his forehead making him seem younger than his years.

(He won't say how many years, Bruce will know. He always knows.)

Bruce has honed himself to be the perfect human weapon—a ninja, an olympian, a dashing rogue and an acrobat—and yet Clark still catches the way his breathing ticks up when they've been practicing long enough.

It's so soft.

Both Bruce's lips and his breath distract him. Clark's mind begins to wander. The only other time Bruce looks so delicate is when he sleeps, but even then, the only times Bruce has ever allowed Clark to see was against his will or out of necessity when he's battered, bruised and exhausted.

“One, two, three. One, two, three.”

One of Clark's hand's rests at the small of Bruce's back, his arm providing a rest for Bruce's, and the other clasps his hand with all the care in the world. He's long stopped worrying about hurting Bruce—or anyone—with his strength. It's the moment that's fragile, easily shattered with one wrong step. (Okay, okay, several but he has to be close to the limit, right?) He likes supporting Bruce. He likes touching him in such an innocent way. They're just dancing and Clark feels like he's flying.

Does Bruce feel it too?

“You're too fast.”

He probably doesn't. Bruce is a man who leaps off the highest building in Gotham without thinking twice. He is a man who catches himself. What's a little dancing to him?

“Clark—”

Clark wonders how Bruce feels when he takes him up into the skies and blankets him in clouds. Does his heart feel light like this?

“Don't step there. Hey—”

Goosebumps skitter from the tips of Clark's toes up to toy with the fine hairs on the back of his neck. Bruce has been by his side for years, and he swears—he swears he has never seen him like this. The suit, though still needing to be tailored for the gala, fits perfectly on Bruce's smaller, more lithe frame.

The dance stops, abrubtly.

“Is there something on my face?” Bruce looks up at Clark, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

“Huh?” No? He would've noticed if there was anything wrong with Bruce's face. The more important issue is how everything is right with his face. Wait, that doesn't make sense.

There's an unshakeable silliness hanging of Clark's heart, nagging at him like popcorn in his teeth. He wants to pick at it until it goes away because he's so distracted and Bruce is being very kind in helping him learn how to dance on time for the Gala. He wants to bury his face into his hands and groan until he's expelled all the silliness out of him—until he can focus on what's being asked of him.

“You've been staring at my face,” Bruce pauses, deadpan. “For fifteen minutes straight.”

“Have I?” Clark asks, very intelligently. “Haha,” he adds, as if that helps his situation any. He didn't even notice how long he'd been staring. “Time sure flies when you're having fun!”

The look Bruce gives him is not a good one. He finds no fun in puns or familiar adages. It's a Batman look. The look of a hater who cannot truly appreciate Clark's craft.

“Again.”

“Mhm,” Clark hums and straightens his back. The dancing resumes.

He could fit in my pocket.

It's a thought that occupies Clark's mind more often than not. On some days, he'd like to tuck Bruce against his breast for his own safety and on others, he wishes he could tote Bruce around and show him all the things that make him happy. Bruce would love the Kansas State Fair. There's a tour of the Strataca Salt Mines. It seems right up Bruce's alley—wait, no, right up his cave.

Clark grins to himself, proud of his own word games.

“Clark,” Bruce reprimands.

“Hm?”

“What?”

Clark knows what's being asked of him, and he's really not in the mood to be interrogated. It's not nearly as fun as it sounds and many would argue it doesn't sound fun at all.

He bites his lip, worrying at it while staring at Bruce, which only makes it worse.

“I'm not going to ask you ag—”

“Has anyone told you how pretty you are?”

“Huh?”

“Like really pretty? Like, the kind of pretty that's distracting and it stays on your mind a couple days after you've noticed.” The words spill from Clark's mouth, honest and earnest all at once. Tons of people have told Bruce he's handsome, Clark knows that. He doesn't mean it in the same way the others do. At least, he hopes it doesn't come off as… that.

“I—What?”

Clark tips Bruce's chin up delicately, still holding hands with his other, and cups the sharp line of his jaw. He says, very softly and directly: “I think you're really pretty, Bruce.”

The battle that takes place in Bruce's mind translates onto his expression through a ticked jaw and a furrowed bow. He glares at Clark like he's committed the greatest faux pas on the dancefloor and maybe their friendship—

Clark releases him and backs off. “I mean! Your parents did a great job!” He holds his hands out.

“My parents did a great job?” Bruce recites back at him.

“Ope, you've got a phone call coming in!”

Before Bruce can reprimand Clark for the (weird) compliment or for trying to dodge the subject, his Bat-phone vibrates. After a couple of grunts, he excuses himself to go on patrol.

Clark doesn't know why he does that; they always end up together anyway.

***

The Batman glowers.

Gotham's lights reflect on his face, illuminating the sudden emergence of stubble and the frown lines around his uncovered mouth. Whoa, how many times is that now? How many times has Clark's gaze sneakily drifted down to those cute frowny—

Focus, Superman.

A cursory glance around the city shows that their perps haven't moved from their meeting spot inside the warehouse, and he listens into see if they're ever coming to the tail end of their negotations. (They are not.)

He tips his head into Batman's line of sight, trying to follow his gaze. Clark tries to track it and by his guesstimation, the Batman is glaring at the… ground? The arms folded across means that whatever he's thinking about is Very Serious™ too. He doesn't dare look beneath the cowl—that's rude—but he thinks he catches the sight of a faint, faint blush on his cheeks.

Clark hums softly to himself, steps back and beams brightly into the night.

Thinking Bats are best not disturbed.

[lavitaliz]

LIVING IN SIN

[citizenscreen]

Elizabeth Taylor and Louis Jourdan in Anthony Asquith’s THE V.I.P.s (1963)

[multi-purpose-a]

The Story of Agent D (Part 1) - Just Dance Theory

This theory assumes that Gimme More (Just Dance 2024) is a sequel to Toxic (Just Dance 2023) as elaborated in this post.

Said post also contains several pieces of evidence on which i base this theory, so if you havent seen it check it out!

Part 1 - Toxic (Just Dance 2023)

In Toxic (2023) we get formerly introduced to Agent D. In the map she is on a mission - "Operation SKY"; Disguised as an Air Hostess (Stewardess) she has snuck onto a pink jet liner that is currently on an overnight flight in Sun Horizon.

The name of the airline that owns this pink jet is not confirmed, but we can assume that Mahna Mahna (JD 2015), Hey Mama (JD 2016) and Dragostea Din Tei (JD 2017) could all be related to this airline somehow.

While the actual flight attendends are distracted with a Just Dance map (Specifically the original JD2 version of Toxic) Agent D starts her rounds.

It is unclear if the original Toxic map was made by Agent D for the express purpose of distraction, or if she even is the coach for said map. The two Air Hostesses could also just be on their break.

Because the passengers are asleep when Agent D enters the cabin, the plane must have been en route for about 8+ hours already when the map starts. Therefore the map doesn't start with Agent D boarding the plane, but rather with her emerging from a lower deck, where the plane's staff resides. It is unknown how long she needed to be in disguise before the events of Toxic (2023) play out.

Agent D walks through the plane's 4 economy sections and acts as a steward: waking up passengers, serving them and ensuring they are safe when they dance.

From the last economy section it can be assumed that the planes in the Just Dance universe allow (and possibly encourage) their passengers to dance while safely airborne. It could be possible their flow is what fuels the plane most of the time, reducing the need for fossil fuel and allowing the planes to have practically no emmisions.

As she reaches the end of the economy section Agent D encounters and successfully fights off two hi-jackers, members of an unknown organisation and disguises herself as a V.I.P. upon reaching the luxury section to blend in.

The first class cabin section of the plane can be assumend to be as long as the 4 economy sections combined. It is at least significantly larger than one of the economy sections.

Upon exiting the luxury cabin, she encounters two more members of the hijackers and successfully fights them off.

The disguise Agent D uses in the V.I.P. section has no officially confirmed alias attached to it as of yet. We can assume that it is a secret Identity that Agent D has taken on numerous times before, as none of the other V.I.P.'s question her presence - meaning it would not have been odd for this Identity to be on board with the other V.I.P.'s My guess would be it is the Secretary from Womanizer (Just Dance 1) - this would imply that the other V.I.P.s might be several other high ranking members of the same Company that the Secretary works for. Whether there is a real person that she is impersonating or if this Identity is 100% fake is unclear. I would argue, that the latter is the case.

Finally Agent D changes out of her disguise into her regular spy gear to traverse the luggage hold. At this point it would seem that the Hijackers are trying to keep her from advancing further by letting the plane fly erratically causing the luggage to fly around.

As to why the planes cargo is not secured, this might also be the work of the Hijackers

The next section which features security lasers could be argued to not be part of the plane - but rather Agent D remembering her training or a different mission, using this skill to dodge the flying luggage. (I certainly have never heard of security lazers like that on a regular passenger plane.)

Agent D fights off the remaining pair of Hijackers. She hen reaches the cockpit and frees the plane's pilot Captain Catastropha from his ropes, revealing that her aim was to stop the hijacking of the plane. She then takes the helm herself and flies the plane.

I would hazard to guess that Agent D not letting Catastropha back on the helm after freeing him, implies that she won't fly the plane to its intended destination either, but rather to her base or HQ as the plane is seen later in Gimme More, meaning she kept it after the mission. She basically hijacked the plane from the hijackers.

Remaining Questions

What's the aim of the hijackers?

Seeing as there was a V.I.P. section to the plane maybe the enemy organisation wanted to kidnap the influental people on the plane. They infiltrated the plane before it took off and as it was far away from the airport they took control off the plane by tying up the pilot and steering the plane off-course to their base. The pilot, regular passengers and other staff on the plane would become additional hostages.

What was Agent D's Mission?

"Operation SKY" was about stopping the hijacking, retrieving the hostages and securing the plane. Upon regaining control of the plane, Agent D was further tasked to fly it to her base instead so all the people on board could be asessed and taken in as witnesses. That way any organisation memebers that were still in disguise and weren't thrown out of the plane by Agent D could be caught.

Where is the Co-Pilot?

Notably there is only Captain Catastropha in the cockpit when Agent D arrives. Despite there being 2 seats, there is no co-pilot. I would say that Captain Catastropha's co-pilot was one of the hijackers. When the hijackers enitiated their take-over the co-pilot with the help of a collegue overpowered and restrained Catastropha in the co-pilot's chair, then took over the steering. These two are the ones Agent D fights before reaching the cockpit. When they couldn't stop her with the luggage hold manouver they went to confront her directly (and lost).

What is the Extreme Version?

Toxic - Extreme (JD 2023) is most likely a training that Agent D had to undergo in order to become a spy/ to stay in form. She remembers this training when she has to navigate through the luggage hold of the plane in the Classic Version and it helps her succeed. Though the map could also be a glipmse at another mission where she had to traverse actual security lasers. this is not confirmed as of yet. It utilizes the same costume seen in the later sections of the Classic Version and confirms that this is her true appearence. It also serves as an extended version of the section with lazers in the classic map which was inspired by the Toxic Music Video.

Further Points of Note:

Plane Layout Visualized:

The plane shown in Toxic (JD 2023) is different from the one seen in Dragostea Din Tei (JD 2017), the map Captain Catastropha originates from. The Toxic plane is fully pink, while the DDT plane is white with blue accents and the text "Just Dance Air". As of yet it's unconfirmed weather the pink jet from Toxic belongs to the "Just Dance Air" airline, but it can be inferred from Captain Catastropha being strongly implied to have been the pilot of the plane.

Captain Catastropha bears resemblence to P2 of Mana Mahna (JD 2015) He and either one of the other Mahna Mahna coaches or P2 of Hey Mama (JD 2016) could be the parents of Catastropha.

The flight attendents in Mahna Mahna (P1 & P2) have a significantly different uniform from the one shown in Toxic. Notably the uniforms in Mahna Mahna are pink, while the Uniforms in Toxic are blue. It is the inverse of the planes' color difference between DDT and Toxic. This could either mean that Mahna Mahna is a different airline or that the airline changed the designs of their uniforms at some point.

During Toxic the main color of Agent D's appearence goes from blue to purple to red. The purple costume being a sort of transition state between the fully disguised Agent D and the undisguised Agent D. Seeing, how the purple costume bears resemblence to the mainly blue coach of Womanizer (JD1) this might imply that Agent D is taking on the appearence of a younger self where she was working as a secretary, and might be the reason for her hairstyle change to a bob cut in Gimme More.

The plane seen at the end of Toxic shows up during As It Was (JD 2023), the noise of it flyng over being used as a censor. The time placement of this cameo is unclear but it does tie Hadley to the Agent D Saga. It is most likely that this cameo takes place right after the events of Toxic, i.e. when Agent D is flying the plane to her base. Because the plane is flying very close to the ground it implies Hadley lives close to Agent D's base and might even be a fellow agent. Another possibility would be that the cameo takes place after the events of Gimme More - i.e. after the plane launches from Agent D's Base, which carries the same implications for Hadley.

Due to "Operation SKY" being confirmed to take place in Sun Horizon, unless planes can be used to travel between Danceverses, this would put As it Was and by extention Agent D's Base in Sun Horizon aswell.

This is it for now. Thank you for reading.

Stay hydrated, dancers

[vikingflowerweek]

its the same anon from earlier again lol. weve dmed once or twice before but i always feel super bad bothering you. but youre just super sweet and i always look forward to seeing you and hearing from you. lilymai is so lucky to have a friend like you (at least i think all her v.i.p.s are her friends)

Before I cry again (/pos): You could never bother me. I may not know who you are (yet 🧐) but my dms are always open for members of the lilypad no matter what.

I may have my own garbage to deal with and not respond right away, but it's never a bother.

[magical-bigbang-noona]

So, T.O.P,

Gutpunch to say the least. Wasn't expecting that, still kind of taking it in.

All I can say is, it's his life, he's entitled to go his own way. I can't say I'm thrilled how it came to be announced, something makes me think there's more behind it we are not privy to, and from a fan standpoint I can't say I appreciate how it was handled, blurted out with a bit of venom, came flying out of left field ? I don't know. I can't judge because I don't know the behind story but let's just say that was kind of an abrupt and stunning announcement to receive for any fan and VIP. Just when I think I can't be shocked anymore.

I think it could have been handled better. I could say a few things about that but in the end it doesn't matter. It happened and looks like that's it. I will continue to support him, GD, Taeyang, and Daesung in their endeavors, whatever they are.

It's sad but it seemed bound to happen sooner or later.

My condolences to other T.O.P fans and V.I.P.s feeling the hurt and disappointment from this development.