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

[notahobby]

[He frowns thoughtfully before he lights his own.]

Everyone has bad days.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[She lets a laugh out between her teeth and the cigarette.]

Not Lucifer, darling. Lucifer is like... looking right at the sun. [She smirks and lights her cigarette.] The sun doesn't have bad days, it only disappears for a while.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie thinks on this with a ghost of a smile, looking up at the sky as if he's considering the literal application of this metaphor.]

Sometimes the clouds get in the way. Doesn't make the sun any less bright, though.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci blinks as she lights her cigarette, closes the lighter, pulls the cigarette out of her mouth and laughs.] Touche. I guess I try to keep my cloudy days to a minimum.