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]

[Luci sits with her head in her arms for a beat, lacking a snappy comeback for the moment. She does feel some amount of shame, but not because she's naked and beat to hell. It's because she didn't do anything to fight back. She just... let it happen because she was scared.]

[She snaps her fingers and lights her thumb, drying it instantly, then puts it under the water. Obviously, it extinguishes.]

Can I wear those pants you wore at your last gig? The ones with the ladder-weave in the thigh?

[sharktrash]

[ Whoa. You can feel disappointed in yourself but not ashamed. Never ashamed. Not that he's really one to talk. ]

Ha? [ It takes him a moment to recall the particular pants. ] Yeah, sure. [ And then sounding like he's trying not to laugh. ] If you fit in them.

[ Well, to be fair, her thighs are probably thicker than his. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Watch me, stork-legs. [She calls back.] You've probably got butter, I'm not afraid to use it.

[sharktrash]

Shit, that's fucking hardcore! [ He's done unpacking, and starts preparing for the cooking. ] And gross! Pants is no place for food.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

...yeah, you win that one, the thought of wearing pants slathered in butter just makes me want to scrub myself harder. [She does pull the bodywash over and a loofah-- the softer one-- and starts working on that.] I'll just borrow from... Jecht? He seems pretty easygoing.

[sharktrash]

See. [ crisis averted. ] Hey, I have looser-fitting clothes. But if you love that old man smell I ain't gonna stop you.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Fuck, that is cold. [Luci laughs, starting out on the process of, very gently, washing what she felt was three days worth of caked sweat off of her.] Just because he hits on your mom doesn't make him old.

[sharktrash]

[ asdjhaskjhd Luci did you have to bring that up. His expression turns a little murderous, and while she can't see it, she'll probably hear it. ]

No, the four decades he's got under his belt does.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I'll remember to remind you of this conversation fifteen years from now. [Oh come on, Squalo, let your poor mother have a little fun. At least there's someone around her age to have it with.]

You really don't like him hanging around Tamara that much?

[sharktrash]

What, you think I'm gonna say I'm still young then? [ WHICH ONE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT because his birth mom could use having a bit less fun thanks. ]

...nah. He's a pretty good choice, all considered.

[ INFINITELY BETTER THAN XANXUS FOR EXAMPLE ]