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]

[Koumei intended to avoid being in the same room as Santiago for a long, long time after this-- it was ridiculous.]

I don't know. I'm too tired to deal with this right now, it's too much.

[traumatizing]

Yeah, you're right.

[Terry sighs, staring at the coffee intently and then pours out two mugs. He really wants to figure this out, but his brain isn't all there yet. All he'll do is make himself more frustrated right now.]

Today is for recuperation, I guess.

[dishevelment]

...Yeah, [Koumei agreed, running a hand through his thick, tangled hair. As much as he wanted to figure this out as well, it was going to be a fruitless endeavor.]

It's like prepping for a show. It's not gonna be good if you're exhausted. Maybe we'll see more clearly after we've rested some.