I feel so unsure

[wounds]

Who: MANTICORE, visitors
What: Dealing with the aftermath of I Will Twist The Knife
When: December 9, evening
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: References to I Will Twist The Knife

[It's been a few days, people have recovered. Some better off than others. And today MANTICORE is gathered to deal and talk about what happened.]

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[scalpedsociety]

[After a couple hours of cooking and teasing with the scent of seafood, garlic, and tomato, Tamara comes out with two bowls of the stew and toasted bread.

She isn't sure how she knows this, but she does.]

Here we are!

[sharktrash]

[ By that time he's done playing and probably dozed off on the sofa -- the stab wound might have gotten fixed but he was still dealing with the bloodloss effects. Still, her voice is enough to make him stir and peel and eye open. Then he sniffs the air and sits up pretty excitedly. ]

Smells great. Trout and carrots?

[ He moves his legs off the couch so she can sit next to him. ]

[scalpedsociety]

Yes. I hope you enjoy it.

[She kisses him on the forehead again before she sits next to him.]

[sharktrash]

[ Ah shit. He's almost giddy now. ]

I will!

[ He shifts to sit more comfortably and takes one of the bowls, spooning some and pouring it back a few times to make it cool off faster. ]

[scalpedsociety]

[She may lean on his shoulder a little bit.

She's just glad to have her student back.]

[sharktrash]

[ Well, she's allowed. He actually looks pretty happy about it. ]

...what happened to you?

[ Last thing he remembers, she was on the floor motionless. ]

[scalpedsociety]

It was after Naomi's song... I can't explain how. But everyone from Virgo was acting strange after that. Luce from Flowers over Bones came over with a drink and sipped like a fool.

I became drowsy and I ran into that girl.

[sharktrash]

And after that?..

[scalpedsociety]

She... wasn't right. She was going to hurt me and I knew it. Add to the fact I was so drugged and I kept seeing these terrifying memories in my head...

[For a long time, Tamara didn't want to tell them to anyone, it's enough her fellow band members had to witness her mild meltdown at the festival. But maybe she can trust her son with this.]

Squalo... have you ever had reoccurring and vivid memories of things you barely remember? Like you aren't sure about them, but they feel real?

[sharktrash]

I think it was some kind of mind control. [ A pause. He considers whether or not he should tell her... ] She texted me to apologize. That wouldn't've brough me back from the dead, but I guess it's something.

[ ...ah. Now that's something he's familiar with. He frowns at her. If there's anyone he trusts, it's gotta be Genos and her. Well then... He continues, with an actual effort to keep his voice low(er than usual). ]

I don't think I would call them 'memories'. That'd imply it's actually happened. But I've experienced something like really damned detailed bad trips.

[scalpedsociety]

I had a feeling it was that... [She stays silent for a moment, eats her stew.] She was mind-controlled, I understand her reasons. [There's a firm tone that enters her voice and her hazel eyes go dark in a way Squalo has probably never seen before.] ...She should never try it again.

[But it goes away, quickly as it comes.]

I hope it never did. [Her 'trips' so far have been awful.]

It's been happening since the festival, I really don't know what's been going on. But I want it to stop.

[sharktrash]

No kidding. [ But there's a glint of something in his eyes as he smirks again. ] But I'll be ready next time.

[ Then he's frowning again. So it sucked for her too, huh. ]

Right. You might want not to mention it to your manager.

[scalpedsociety]

[Murder!Mother/Son. I'm just saying. >_>]

I'm not. We are often at odds anyway. She's... ugh, I hate using this word- kind of a poser. All she cares about is how we look. I like to dress, but every so often I want the opinion to dress down you know.

[And every so often she wants to wring that twits neck.]

[sharktrash]

[ Excellent. ]

Mm. Sounds annoying.

[ He chuckles a bit. ]

We don't even have a makeup artist. But it's lucky I like leather.

[ Spooning that soup now. ]

[scalpedsociety]

More than you know, my Shark.

But never mind about her, how's the stew?

[sharktrash]

I wouldn't be so sure.

[ He knows quite a bit. The distraction is most welcome. ]

It's great. I see you've still got it.

[scalpedsociety]

I'm glad.

I haven't slept in a couple days, been unable to.

[sharktrash]

[ great, now he looks concerned. ]

Eh? Don't they have like, drugs for that or somethin'?

[scalpedsociety]

...The Doctor gave me some, but they don't calm me down.

[sharktrash]

...I see.

[ He's going to awkwardly put an arm around her and pat her back. What else can he do? ]

[scalpedsociety]

[And she leans into his shoulder.]

But now that you're alright, maybe I can rest easy.

wrap or did you have something else in mind?

[sharktrash]

You'd better.

[scalpedsociety]

[Nah, we can wrap.]