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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[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie turns in parts, first her eyes, then her head, then she actually turns in her chair. She's gives him something of a look over and then her confused expression grows into a very strange little smile that creeps up her face.]

You got the wrong Carnie for that question.

[And then she tips her head, having looked him over. Gee, he looks about as happy as she is.]

And you look terrible. Sit down. Have a drink. You'll like life lots better.

[iitrebel]

That's the plan.

[Even if his manager would do that annoyed pursed lips thing at him drinking. CoT is supposed to be gothic and classy, after all. Boy, did they hire the wrong percussionist for that one. He flops into the stool next to her, immediately flagging down the bartender to get his drink first.]

[It's only after that very important matter is settled with that he glances back to her.]

So, sugar high instead?

[cleartranquil]

Go for caffeine and way too little sleep, and you'll have smacked it right on the nose.

[Yuffie flags the bartender to let him know to put Artolo's drink on her tab. The Carnies have a pretty extensive one, why not share? Besides, it drives Camilla nuts.

Yuffie's got something obnoxiously colored in front of her to drink, and a plate of fries that she's picking at periodically. She's not had the best appetite, what can she say? ]

You're from Crown a' Thorns, right?

[iitrebel]

Yaaaaaay sleep deprivation.

[Said in the most deadpan tone he can muster. But you know what should really get a cheer? Alcohol. Hallelujah. He takes a good big gulp for himself, even as he tilts his head curiously at Yuffie. The act of generosity is new. Due to his sparkling personality, most people don't buy him shit.]

Hey. Artolo Apemis. Percussionist.