You laugh until you cry; you cry until you laugh

[sailorgenerous]

Who: Virgo musicians - Ghost Quest people and their friends
What: When eight musicians go missing, what happens to those left behind? What happens when those eight come back far worse for the wear?
When: Feb 1st-3rd and after
Where: Virgo HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, violence, brainwashing, etc. It's ugly in here, folks.

The past three days have not been kind. The hauntings were odd, yes, but when your friends went missing without warning or a trace - well.

How have you been coping? Have you been coping?

And then they came back just as suddenly, and...it looks like your worries were not unfounded.

This isn't good, is it.

Comments

[heymcfly]

"No..."

Yeah, it was.

So he's going to reluctantly follow Rarity out the door. But on the way to the hospital, he's scheming! First thing he's going to google when he gets home: how to play guitar with a bum wrist!

[sailorgenerous]

It's a long visit - several hours - but not nearly as long as it could have been. Between the rather intimidating bodyguard following them around and Rarity's heavy leaning on Defying Gravity's reputation, the hospital sees fit to get Marty seen and taken care of soon, and it's not long before Rarity has him back at the penthouse, his arm in a cast. "Now remember," she says as she opens the door, "the doctor told you not to play for a few weeks at least."

[nibelungvalesti]

Meril still thought she and Greg should have gone. But she could well understand Rarity's insistence on leaving them to recover as well. The two of them had either not parted the entire time they were away or simply looked like that, as she quickly sat up from her lean against Greg when the two came back in.

"Broken?"

[panspermia]

Greg himself remained conflicted on the whole matter. He doesn't like hospitals, but he doesn't want to leave Marty, but he's too tired to leave, but he's too wound up to rest. Now, he looks up blearily as Meril comes to attention. His eyes go to the cast, then up to Marty's face.

"How're you holding up, pal?"

[heymcfly]

"Broken."

A very, very grumpy Marty stumbles his way into the penthouse; you can thank pain medicines for that. He's groggy, a little bit of a space cadet, and irritated to hell because the stupid doctor said no guitar for a few weeks. That's like telling Marty not to breathe.

He flops down on a nearby chair, folding his arms rather crossly. "I can't play for two weeks. What good am I gonna be to you guys when I can't play?" He looks to Rarity, then to Meril and Greg, giving them the most desperate look he can manage. "But I can try, right? I can strum with this hand!"

Marty lifts up his arm with a bright red cast going from his fingers to his elbows. Totally useful, Marty.