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

[dishevelment]

....Not really, [he confessed, heaving a weary sigh while he spoke.] This still doesn't feel right, Garnet.

[twoscompany]

I know. None of this does.

[She nods.]

Right now, you need to look after yourself. You'll be able to do what you need to do, whatever that might be. But today's not the day for that.

[dishevelment]

[...Rationally, he knew that. But it was hard to fight off the impulse to make sure all of his contacts were safe, and that the general well being of the youngsters in their label was secure. Although he now had to wrestle with the prospects that his point-of-view character in those dreams might potentially be dead, he also knew that it was a small matter in the larger picture.

A sense of understanding had come with the blow-- as if some puzzle, somewhere had been resolved. There would be no regrets if the worst really were to come. But...]

I know. That doesn't make this any easier.

[twoscompany]

I know it doesn't. Look...if there's something you want me to do for you, just let me know. I can do it for you, and you can get your rest.

[dishevelment]

Thanks, Garnet. I really appreciate that.

[And he did. Although he was reluctant to share the details with the trusted Keytarist of his band, especially when she was buried underneath a slew of her own problems, it was good to hear and feel her support.

It allowed him to relax some-- and that was the best medicine a doctor could order.]