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

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Yep. No weaponry involved, just arm through chest.

[worthlesspride]

... So while I was kidnapped by two robots and forced to watch movies you were dealing with murder.

What the hell? How is this our life.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I have no idea, but I really think it's only going to get weirder.

...these robots, did they have gold and silver helmets?

[worthlesspride]

Yes, why?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I've seen them before, too. I played with them on this weird instrument and then they just said something cryptic and disappeared. They actually HUNG OUT with you guys?

[worthlesspride]

okay...

okay, yeah, we did. It was weird they put on some lame movies for us.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Lame movies? That's it?

[worthlesspride]

They talked to some people. I told them their movie choices sucked.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

You didn't walk away feeling... different?

[worthlesspride]

No, should I have?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I felt pretty bizarre after seeing them, so I thought maybe it would've happened to all of you. Instead of just... movies...

Seems pretty anti-climactic.

[worthlesspride]

You want to get something to eat?

[Translation: want to talk in person and in private so that there's no record of this conversation happening?]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

You buying?

[Translation: Yep.]

[worthlesspride]

sure. Meet you at that grill thing down stairs.

[when Luci gets there, she's likely to find Tooru frowning at the menu thoughtfully. He's not a vegetarian, but he's very careful about his intake of meat, still grilled is better than fried.]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[When she arrives, she looks very much unlike herself. No makeup, hair not slicked back, hoodie and sweatpants. Obviously the effort is just too much right now.]

So, what looks good? [She asks as she leans over him to read the menu.]

[worthlesspride]

I'm leaning towards the grilled chicken sandwich. But some fish might be nice.

[He looks her over, she looks horrible]

Choose whatever you want. No rush.

[He wants to ask, but this isn't the best place to ask what's going on.]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Mm... [She rests her arm on his shoulder, pondering the menu. Should she get her own? Probably, but she's good where she is right now. Also radiating heat for some reason.]

I usually get something with bacon, but I'm not feeling it today. Maybe the sweet potato fries.

[worthlesspride]

Bacon is the devil, anyways. But I can do you some fries.

[He said this in sing song voice. And then went to order, the fries for Luci, a grilled chicken sandwich for himself.

He gave her a look, and with he his head gestured towards the hallway and began to head that way.]

Lets go someplace quiet.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

No darling, the devil loves bacon, get it right. [She pats his arm and lets him get her fries, waiting for him to come back. When he indicates going somewhere else, Luci nods and follows.]

You taking me back to your mysterious gothic castle-- AKA Your Suite?

[She's a little curious, to be honest.]

[worthlesspride]

[He snorts] Either way, it's something I avoid, being the prefect angel I am.

Sure, this way.

[She's going to be disappointed when she sees his room.]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Ooh, an angel you say... [Luci growls and snaps her teeth a few inches from his ear, just to joke around. Corruption is one of her favorite games, even if she's pretty sure that Oikawa, just from being recruited by Pride, is far from an angel.]

[She follows him to his room, looking out for any fellow band members. Looks like they have a clear shot to this apparently disappointing room...?]

[worthlesspride]

Of course, I am pure.

[Pure bullshit. Tooru Oikawa is pretty enough to be an angel, anyways.

He takes Luci to his room. It's pretty normal looking, spartan even. A few weights neatly stacked in the corner, his bed is made. All in all it's says more 'preppy jock' than 'gothic musician' the only thing that makes it obvious a musician lives here is the desk where there's a lot of music sheets, a computer with a set of expensive headphones hooked up to it, and the cello on the stand next to the desk]

Home sweet home~

[stylistic_disloyalty]

A precious little cupcake who only showed his ass to twitter once. [She reminds him just to be helpful, of course. ...and so tilting her head and getting a look won't seem too out of the blue.]

[She looks around the room, not really surprised that his room isn't black and covered with lace curtains. For some people, the music was a job and they lived in a different mode. Probably healthy to have a separation anyway-- not that Luci tried to make that happen for herself.]

[She of course gravitates to the music and starts shifting some pages to read them.]

Man, here I thought I was going to get to pet your black cat and see your black lipstick collection.

[worthlesspride]

To be fair Tam-Tam took that shot without my knowing~

[He's all smiles and he throws himself bonelessly onto his bed]

I don't even wear lipstick on stage. Whatever possessed you to think I had some here.

[He's teasing though. He lets her look at his work for a moment before sitting up, crossing his legs and looks at her thoughtfully.]

So, how are you different from when you met the robots with horrible movie taste?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Doing God's work, that one. [She grins as he flops on his bed. Obviously he wasn't too upset, he's practically singing about his underwear being broadcast over the internet.]

[But yes, more to the point. Luci finishes reading through some of the music, and turns to face Oikawa. With a snap of her fingers, she lights her thumb on fire. That's her answer.]