you go run and tell your friends i'm losing touch

[thelittlemerman]

Who: Finnick Odair and Johanna Mason
What: an identity crisis
When: mid-January
Where: Virgo HQ
Warnings: maybe talk of the murder games or murder party

Look, it's been a hell of a month.

Since the party, Finnick's been making a slow recovery into something that feels something like sanity again, and it's been a fairly smooth road. A couple strange visions, or memories, or whatever you want to call them, but nothing like the the one he had had at the party, the one that mercifully stopped him from doing something terrible. That one was vaguely horrifying, but the rest have been benign, easy to brush off as recurring dreams even if they're too vivid for that. Finnick's dedicated to everything being normal, pouring his energy into the band and generally doing whatever Alex told him to.

Well, until this morning.

He had seen a shouting, cursing girl, covered in some dark, warm liquid, and he was picking her up and carrying her over his shoulder and throwing her into the same shallow ocean he had remembered before. It was vivid, and the smell of blood was so strong, and the feeling of... it wasn't really horror, it was more exasperation, with some fondness mixed in, which didn't really register with him. He'd usually shrug it off as a bad dream, but this was too strong not to be real, and he recognized the girl. It was Johanna.

So here he is, knocking on her door impatiently, not satisfied with trying to rationalize out where this would have come from on his own. There are blessedly no bodyguards within earshot right now, though he did ask one where Nuclear Parliament's penthouse was before he got on the elevator.

Comments

[wickedlyable]

She meets his gaze with a mild look, lifting her shoulder in a shrug. “Who, me? I would never,” she responds, in a voice that says she definitely might. “I’m in this for the music. But if chasing fame will keep me here, well, I’m willing to compromise."

[thelittlemerman]

"Then I guess it just depends on how much you're willing to compromise," he says, a little more gravity in the statement. He feels as if he's already compromised so much of himself just at that godawful party, but focusing on work will surely make all that go away, right?

[wickedlyable]

"Whatever keeps me in the game," she responds immediately, without a second thought. And then, a little recklessly, she adds on, "can't get payback if you're not around, right?" Which, of course, is a totally general statement not aimed at anyone above her in rank. Of course.

[thelittlemerman]

Something in that kind of scares him, and he wants to tell her not to be so reckless, that they need to protect their friends here by not toeing over the line. Instead, he smiles like he's amused. He waits a beat, thinking on whatever relationship they're supposed to have and coming back to the vision he had about her.

"I should go," he finally says. "We have a recording session coming up soon and they can't do much without their lead, can they?"

[wickedlyable]

"Right. Wouldn't want them to let you go cause of negligence." She nods in the direction of the door, then adds on, "don't forget what I said."

Specifically, the part where if something else happens, he should tell her.

[thelittlemerman]

"Don't worry, I won't," he tells her, sending her a habitual smirk over his shoulder as he gets up and heads for the door. He looks a bit worn out now, like all the frantic energy from before has him wiped. But he straightens up as he opens up the door and steps outside.

"I'll see you around."

He closes the door gently behind him and starts on his way back to the quiet penthouse.