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.]

Comments

[twoscompany]

Plus, we'd just cause it to die.

[...Does she seriously...]

[wounds]

It's plastic.

[twoscompany]

...

[y u gotta do dis Genos]

[wounds]

Do you want to figure out another way of raising funds?

[twoscompany]

Maybe do concerts. Do quick, impromptu house calls, or something.

[wounds]

That's not a bad idea.

[twoscompany]

We can figure this out. We'll need to talk with our band mates, though.

[wounds]

[He shuffles from foot to foot, uncomfortable.]

All of them? [Unsure, nervous. He doesn't sound like his usual self.]

[twoscompany]

All of them.

[wounds]

You think it'll go well?

[He trusts Squalo absolutely, the others he's not quite so sure about.]

[twoscompany]

Do you trust your band?

[She trusts hers. Why wouldn't she?]

[wounds]

Most of it.

[There's the ever pressing worry that something is going to go wrong. That Kid could come around the corner at any moment- the brainwashing kicking in.

The less he speaks about this, the better.]

[twoscompany]

...I'm sorry to hear that.

[The idea she can't trust her band is unfathomable. Call it the brainwashing still working on her mind, but who the heck else would she trust unflinchingly?]

[wounds]

[He's not infallibly close to all of them.]

It's my issue. I'll figure it out.

[twoscompany]

All right.

Hey, we should consider planning together, too, either way. See if we can plan this properly and all.

[wounds]

Yes...

We'll need to do as the CEO asks to earn raises.

[twoscompany]

Yes.

[Unfortunately.]

[wounds]

Not much other choices.

[He definitely sounds frustrated, but this is the hand they're dealt. They've got to figure out how to play it.]

[twoscompany]

No, not really.

[Wait.]

Do..we even get paid by our bosses? Outside of the incidentals they give us?

[wounds]

I...

[He looks a little puzzled.]

They pay for room and board?

[twoscompany]

Well...how much would that be, though?

[...]

It would have to be in our contracts, right?

[wounds]

It should be. Where else would they write it?

[twoscompany]

Of course, but...

[Her voice trails off. The more she thinks about it, the more...she is finding blanks on things.

Like her contract.]

Genos, do you remember when you signed onto the label?

[wounds]

Of course I...

[He doesn't. It was before his first performance but he can't remember.]

No.

[twoscompany]

[....Welp.]

Neither can I.