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

[stylistic_disloyalty]

You swallowed it just fine before.

[Has anything ever been okay? Ever since the tour, everything has gone from weird to fucknut insane, and this entire time she's been pretending that everything is fine just so she can keep doing what she loves.]

[That's over. Her bandmates and fellow musicians have been tortured for days, probably like her, they've been subjected to lockdowns and parties where people have died, mind control--]

[--but accepting that this isn't normal means accepting the other side of the coin: the strange memories; the unruly body heat; her ability to set her fingers on fire.]

['You are the lord of the pit.']

[Yeah? If she's the lord of the pit, how come she just got bent over a desk?]

Squalo said half of his band was taken-- what happened to you guys?

[gunslingerqueen]

Yeah, and I'm finding that I need to put a stop to that.

[It's just difficult for, essentially, identical reasons. The pressure upon her head hasn't exactly lessened, it still hurts to try and recover whatever visions are being shown, facilitating the larger picture isn't fun. At the end of the day she doesn't like what she sees, and doesn't like the way her instincts scream to leave it the fuck alone. But when she sees Luci in this state, when there's enough space in her to think back to the godawful party that she had barely escaped?

It's wrong to just sit back and take it now.]

Garnet was taken, I know that much.

[She shakes her head as they make it to Luci's door.] Right now I know it was just her. If anything can manage to calm down for more than five seconds I need to ... [She still doesn't want to say it out loud.]

Come on, let's at least get you in bed before we start pulling the whole bullshit pile apart.

[It really has been a while since she's seen Luci and, yet, that doesn't describe the little differences. In a far away sense Nariko's well aware that she's sterner than usual, more steel than soft, and she doesn't know where it's coming from. Not entirely, anyway.]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

...can I take a shower first?

[She feels disgusting. She's been with Lesedi for days. She can probably stand up for a few minutes while she rinses off. Then she might sleep better.]

[gunslingerqueen]

Of course. [She should have thought of that, sorry Luci.]

Want help, or ... ? [There's a thin line here that she doesn't want to overstep, for as oddly frenetic - angry - as she feels to piss off someone she cares for so much really isn't the goal.]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

...yeah. My shoulders are killing me.

[From being strung up and tied down for days, but that's probably patently obvious. Luci directs Nariko towards the bathroom attached to her room and just sheds the sheet as she walks and drops the shoes outside the door. They're the only thing that survived Lesedi undressing her.]