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.

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Fetch | OTA (warnings for serious drug use)

[makeitright]

[Fetch didn't think anything of it when she and the others came back to their respective lofts to find them relatively empty. Of course it'd be empty, their bandmates would probably be partying all night and into the morning. She felt sour just thinking about the fact that she already missed out on the first party she was supposed to get to go to.

Tired, angry and just plain done left Fetch craving a better high than kidnapping got her. All it left her with was the discomfort of anxiety and a real bad fucking headache. Stupid robot men.

How exactly do you make a kidnapping boring?

At any rate, she wanted to feel good again. The place being empty was just a plus. Fetch went to her room - didn't bother closing the door because she didn't think anyone would actually respect privacy around here - and took the box off her dresser that had everything she needed inside.

Shooting up was practically a ritual now; the shit she had was pretty cheap - she could get better now but it was what she was used to at this point - and while most liked to smoke it, she'd been trained to shoot.

Fetch settled into a big bean bag chair and just let herself relax for a few seconds before prepping her needle. It didn't even take her a minute to find a good vein and pump it in.

She wouldn't notice if someone had come in while she was shooting up or if they'd come in after - she was too busy staring at her hands.]

[If you want post or pre drug use, let me know with a reply and I'll make another prompt for you!]

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie looks utterly horrific. She looks something like she went through utter hell, and she's breathing hard as she passes through the entire penthouse. She's stomping through the place, and by the time she's passed by Fetch's door two or three times, she's gone from a truly wrecked version of her outfit from the party to a pair of sweats and a shirt that looks like she stole it from Xan's closet instead of her own. She's barefoot and has the remains of her make up staining the edges of her face in broad red swipes along her hairline. Her hair is flat and she looks like she might've dunked her head under a faucet.

She's shambling a little when she passes by Fetch's door again and finally takes in that Fetch is there and she instantly lights up like she's relieved.]

Fetch? Holy shit. I am so-

[Yuffie stops. And sighs, before actually stepping into the room for real. Her face screws up for a moment before she pauses and sits in Fetch's doorway with a wince and a shifting like she's in pain, and having to use the doorframe to actually get to the floor.]

...I'd say you could've gotten better shit at the party, but you probably wouldn't have wanted it.

[She doesn't upset, just vaguely disapproving. Yuffie's not stupid and knows about the various habits of her various friends.]

[makeitright]

[Fetch might be stoned out of her gourd but that doesn't mean she has no idea what's happening. Really it's just like slipping into a warm bath after a long, cold day. She's studying the lines of her fingers, thinking of painting them some crazy colors to make them feel right again when Yuffie speaks up.

She looks like total shit.]]

Yuffie? You look like shit!

[She wiggles forward in her bean bag and walks an impressively sober looking line to the door to sit in front of her to really get a good look at her.]

Yo, what the hell happened?

[Must've been some crazy party.]

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie smiles at her, though it's a strained one, and all the bravado she's normally got is kind of less easy to drag up.]

The party sucked. It really...really sucked.

[There are not even words for how much. There's blood under her fingernails that isn't hers. That's how much the party sucked. ]

I'm really glad you weren't there, it was....[Yuffie cuts off, and looks up and away, a bit surprised how upset she is by everything that's happened tonight and she pulls her expression back to something more like a smile again.]

What happened to you? Where were you guys?

[makeitright]

[Fetch's brow furrows in confusion over how affected Yuffie is over a party being lame. This doesn't seem normal and frankly it's a little worrying to see how different she's acting from the always excited girl she got to know backstage.

She's only too happy to fill her in on the inane fucking details of her evening. Especially if it'll distract her from...what ever it is that's going on.

Getting high made her considerate apparently.]

Some assholes hijacked our bus and just... I dunno. Basked in our fucking presence or whatever because they let us go an hour ago. Didn't even take anything.

[There are questions she wants to ask her though. Things that hang in the air between them in a silence so palpable she can almost see it.]

[cleartranquil]

...Jacked the bus? [Okay so that was not something she was expecting. Who expects to hear that a bunch of pop and rock stars literally got hijacked like a car.]

So, that's what happened. Me and Maxxie were wondering where you guys were cause Sora didn't get there either. We were worried.

[Yuffie's face scrunches up as she thinks about it, because that's weird. That's really weird. Especially because of everything that happened at the party. Why would they get stolen like that?]

Did they say anything? Who even was it?

[makeitright]

Right?!

[She can't freaking believe this is her life. But it beats the alternative, right?]

Two guys. They were wearing masks or something; I didn't know their voices either.

[Fetch would recognize those fucking masks in a heartbeat though.]

Only thing they said was that they were doing us a favor.