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

[blindfoldcode]

As far as I can tell, there's nothing. And if we run away, Blanche kills us.

[wounds]

Nothing like feeling like rats in a cage.

[blindfoldcode]

Should've stayed on the damn streets.

[wounds]

Can't change the past now.

[blindfoldcode]

I don't know. Maybe I can flee town.

[wounds]

Think you can make it before Blanche finds you?

[blindfoldcode]

If not, I die a martyr, right? Assuming the alcohol and pills don't kill me.

[wounds]

You can do more alive than dead.

[blindfoldcode]

You're making it really fucking hard to be self-destructive, you know.

[wounds]

I do.

[He's not sorry.]

[blindfoldcode]

I try to get high once and I wind up with a babysitter. Shit, how am I supposed to act, Genos? I'm a goddamn monster. Let me at least consider doing stupid shit after getting stuck with a dinner knife.

[wounds]

[He just looks at her, sipping on his drink.]

We're both monsters. What do you want me to do?

[blindfoldcode]

Hell if I know. [She ducks her head again, her voice going quiet.]

Hell if I know. I don't even know what I want out of this. A decent night's sleep would be enough at this point.

[wounds]

You've been having trouble with that too, huh?

[blindfoldcode]

If anyone who was at that party is sleeping well, I'll be damn surprised.

[wounds]

Unless they're heavily medicated.

At least work's going to be light.

[blindfoldcode]

Exactly. I'm working on that part. [There's a soft sigh.] I don't think I could play in front of a crowd at this point.

[wounds]

Not sure most of us could.

[blindfoldcode]

Well, you broke your arm. It's a little different...

[wounds]

You almost died. Is mental or physical trauma worse, you think?

[blindfoldcode]

I could physically play if I needed to.

[wounds]

I could still sing.

... The instrumentation would be off, but everything important's still there.

[blindfoldcode]

You've got some luck, then. If I'd hurt my arm, I wouldn't be able to do anything.

[wounds]

Yeah, strings like that are impossible one handed.

[blindfoldcode]

At least if I couldn't play, the bass missing would be pretty hard to notice. They could do a few gigs before people wondered where I was.