I'll tell you all how the story ends

[cleartranquil]

Who: Ghost Quest kids and all those who want to see them.
What: So as it turns out, going against the label might've been a bad move. Who knew, right? 
When: Feb 3rd and after 
Where: Pride HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, aftermath of violence, aftermath of brainwashing, dudes there's some dark stuff.

For the past three days, the troublemakers and ghost helpers of Pride Records were kept locked away from their friends and their bands. 

As far as everyone else knew, they were just gone. And then they were back. 

They are all worse for wear, some far more than others and some much more mentally than physically, but they are all returned to their penthouses, finally, at the end of their ordeals. 

But, at least they're back. Somewhat in one piece. For the most part. 

Comments

[traumatizing]

[And thank god for that.]

Probably. It's not like they were about to treat us like people or anything.

[cleartranquil]

Either way...

[A beat. Yuffie is going to try and backtrack a moment. She turns somewhat so she's just leaning on him as opposed to literally using Terry as a chair.]

Either way!

[FOUND IT.]

I'm ordering a pizza and you're helping me eat it or I'm hiding gross things in your air vents.

[traumatizing]

What kind of gross things?

[This is important.]

[cleartranquil]

....Do ya really want to know?

[With Yuffie it could be literally anything from frogs to rotten food to smoke bombs. You really never know.]

[traumatizing]

I need to weigh up my options.

[cleartranquil]

I can reach the air vent in the ceiling, it's missing the screw closest to the door, and Doctor G or Mei will totally let me in the penthouse.

And your door lock sucks ass.

[Yuffie says this all matter of factly.]

And it'll be really gross.

[traumatizing]

[UGH.] Fine, I'll eat the pizza.

[cleartranquil]

Smart.

Especially cause I was gonna work really hard to find something extra awful.

[Yuffie turns so she's just sitting against him so she can get at her phone and starts putting in her order. Guess what. You are eating. Yuffie says so.]

Speak now on your order or forever shut your trap.

[traumatizing]

No olives.

[Sucks to be leaning on him, because Terry is falling dramatically backwards to lay down with a heavy sigh. As if eating pizza is ever a chore.]

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie makes a very undignified sound because her leaning post went and moved and that was totally not cool, jackhole.

She glares at him.

And then moves to sit beside him crosslegged and still clearly pouting.]

Okay. Aaaand. Sent.

[More glaring.]

One no olive pizza. On it's way to the penthouse.

[traumatizing]

[Terry rearranges himself to put his head in her lap, if only so he can look up at her smugly. It only lasts for a quick moment though, and his expression softens considerably. She's an asshole, but Yuffie's also one of those people he doesn't know what he'd do without. He's far from okay, but Terry certainly feels better than he did before ahe came over.]

Thanks, Yuffie.

[cleartranquil]

You're welcome, ya jerk.

[She flicks him in the nose, mostly because there is only so smug she is willing to let anyone be, even if she does like him a whole lot.

That done Yuffie set about petting at his hair affectionately, using the hand without her ring so it wont catch, and texting the front desk to bring it up to the penthouse once it's here with the other hand.

Being a rockstar has to be good for something, right?

When that's done, she pauses and then speaks again.]

Thanks, too.