I won't pretend that I intend to stop living

[mildwildchild]

Who: erryone in Pride
What: recovering from the events of December 7
When: late December 7/early December 8 - ???
Where: Pride HQ and wherever else they're allowed to go
Warnings: Carnies? references to I Will Twist the Knife


So maybe you've just gotten back from the most mellow kidnapping ever and you're itching to tell your bandmates about what went on with the cool helmeted guys while everyone else was at that stuffy party. Unfortunately, you'll have to wait a little while to tell them, but that's okay - surely you can keep yourselves occupied until everyone else returns.

Or maybe you're one of those who wound up at that party of Naomi's, and your night was a little less fun. Now you're back at HQ, possibly with mended physical injuries and almost certainly with a few new psychological scars. Now's your chance to check in on your friends and bandmates who missed out on all the trauma and deal with things as best you can.

Comments

[cleartranquil]

....Someone sang at people....and mind controlled them...into wanting to kill us.

[Yuffie says this with the air of someone trying to use very very small words and speak to a toddler.

....The toddler in this equation might actually be herself. She's trying to understand what the fuck is happening.]

.....WHY does that make sense to me.

[She offended by this fact more than the actual magic issue.]

[traumatizing]

[He puts his face in his hands. Or rather, lifts his hands to his face with a groan.]

Maybe this is just a dream one of us is having.

[cleartranquil]

....So if I back up our magic mind control theory with the creepy mind control dream I've been having since the party....

[Yuffie just pauses, drawing about in the air with her hands before just finishing her sentence in a strained voice.]

...would that make this better or worse.

[traumatizing]

[Terry pulls a face, thinking this over. It's... A lot. This is all bordering on "too much."]

I don't know anymore. [He says from behind his hands.] I don't remember "crazy mind control bullshit" and "weird half-dreams" being in my contract.

[cleartranquil]

Who knows what's in our contracts, Ter. I didn't read that shit.

[Shouldn't she have? Yuffie doesn't like to agree to things without knowing how she's getting paid. She's written her own for things before and she's....she's...What was she saying?]

....Ugh.

[Yuffie drops down on the couch next to Terry the way she usually would, loose limbed and ridiculous before wincing horribly and curling up on herself.]

Bad. Bad. Have to remember that. Ow. Ow.

[traumatizing]

Yep.

[Terry gives her a sympathetic look, he's also suffering from a case of "my body hates everything I usually do"]

I can't believe this.

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie is still bent up over herself from her accidental ow when she responds.]

....Worst part is, I think I do. I really really do.

[After a moment, Yuffie uncurls.]

Believe it, you know?

[traumatizing]

Do you think the other labels have to deal with this stuff?

[Somehow he gets the feeling this bullshit has a lot to do with why the smaller labels are, well. Small.]

[cleartranquil]

...If they do, we got cheated.

[What's a little more fame when you have some creepy crazy magic crap going on?

[traumatizing]

[He laughs, tired, a little defeated, and tries to find a more comfortable way to sit.]

Guess it's too late to sign with someone else.

[Not that he would. For better or worse, this is his home and his family.]