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

[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.]

[worthlesspride]

[Most people might freak out if they see something like this.

Not Tooru. No. He narrows his eyes in concentration. Running scenarios through his mind]

And this was after you met with the robots...

[He stands, pacing]

Have you felt... off? Like there's something wrong, but can't quite put your finger on it? Pyromancy aside of course.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Tooru, ever since that first tour with Pride I've felt "off". [Luci sighs, extinguishes the flame and crosses her arms. She really hates talking about this, but she's going to have to at some point.]

I feel like I've forgotten things that I keep remembering without trying to recall them. And all of them feel like I'm on some kind of drug-trip. Nothing in them is possible.

And yet... [She holds up her thumb to indicate.] That's pretty impossible.

[worthlesspride]

You aren't the only one feeling like that.

[He settles on the bed] I've been feeling that way myself.

[He pauses and looks at Luci, his eyes studying her intently, like he does when he studies an opponent.]

I had a dream recently, where I wanted nothing more than to play volleyball professionally. And I was good, despite this. [He taps his bad knee]

I remember two things. One, the one that fits in with my life, tells me that it's from bad fall. The other, the one that makes the most sense medically, tells me it's a sports injury.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

It's one thing to think you're a professional volleyball player, it's another entirely to think you're actually the devil. One of them is far more based in reality than the other. The other just makes the person sound crazy.

[Which is how she's felt for a while, now. It's a little comforting to know that someone else is feeling like a stranger in their body.]

[worthlesspride]

Well, if it makes you feel better, my dream friends compare me to Satan.

[He looks at her, serious.]

Well, you're pyrokinetic. I think that's a good argument for being the devil herself.

On a scale of one to 'I don't just believe I know' where do you fall on the issue of you being Satan?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Maybe that's why I like you. [Luci snorts at him. She doesn't want to be serious, but he's insisting so...]

...two and a half sexy-devil Halloween costumes.

[worthlesspride]

[He leans back, making a thoughtful humming sound] Well, there's that. Go with your gut.

[He sighs]

Still, doesn't explain everything. Maybe you're an alien who lost their memory or something.

[Tooru and his aliens] That's another theory for the fire. Or you're magic. Personally, I like the alien idea.