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

[iitrebel]

There's the reason. Ghosts are responsible.

[It sounds so dumb when he puts it like that.]

[sailorlaughter]

.........what?

[That wasn't really an explanation.]

[iitrebel]

That's what I was told.

[Dumping something into the cart, he huffs and leans against it with his arms crossed.]

The ghosts were in trouble. They helped them, because no one in this fucking label has any sense, and then.... Fucked City.

[sailorlaughter]

Oh...

[Pinkie sniffles, rubbing her arm against her face a bit.]

...why does the label care about helping ghosts?

[iitrebel]

Otter balls if I know why. But they were keepging one trapped or... something.

[A pause.]

Also, Tooru, horrific disaster and disgrace to common sense everywhere, threw a smoke bomb at Lesedi Santiago's head, so that probably didn't fucking help.

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie winces.]

Oh...........yeah, that's.....

Wow.

[iitrebel]

Fucking dumb, you can go ahead and say it. [Huffing, he sinks down against his cart.] ...Why I'm getting all this crap. I'm making a pile for us. Like, out of pillows and laptops and whatever tech junk I can get.

[sailorlaughter]

...laptops don't really make great pillow forts.

[Pinkie slides down the wall to sit on the floor as well. Yeah. This is about right.]

But yeah, you can totally take whatever's in here. Tiger's already got all the pillows he needs in his room, so nobody's using these ones now.

[iitrebel]

It's not a fort, it's just... [A vague and helpless gesture.] A pile. I know it's not comfortable, but, it's just...

What you're supposed to do.

[Why? He doesn't know why. It just feels natural, instinctual. Someone is upset. You make a pile. Done.]

[sailorlaughter]

Oh. [She shrugs listlessly. It doesn't really matter to her.] Okay, well, you can take those too then. I just need my phone.

[iitrebel]

I won't steal a phone, no worries.

...You gonna be alright here on your own?

[sailorlaughter]

I guess.

[There's not really anybody else. Everyone's got stuff to deal with right now.]

[iitrebel]

...Listen. Do you want to come over later? Or something? Watch a movie?

[sailorlaughter]

Oh...yeah. Yeah, that'd be fun!

[She mostly sounds tired right now, but she does mean it!]

[iitrebel]

Alright, cool. You know where our place is, right?

[sailorlaughter]

Yeah, totally. [It'd be kinda hard not to, they all live in the same building. Even if it's huge.]

[iitrebel]

Alright, cool. [Having gotten what he wants, he pauses and waves awkwardly.] And... you got my number if you need anything.