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.

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[sponsorigami]

Someone asked for our help, and we gave it. Did you hear or see anything strange earli--

[ Ivan winces from his injury and straightens up a little, arm crossing his lower torso. He had planned to lead into the ghosts and seeing where Ankh stood on that. However, his bruising didn't like him leaning over.

The action definitely suggests that they've been up to something dangerous. ]

[connivingbird]

[That was not good at all. Ankh frowned and then went to grab a guitar and slug the strap over his shoulder. He did it in order to roll his chair closer to Ivan without looking suspicious since the guitar's amp was right next to where Ivan was sitting.]

Are you talking about the ghosts?

[sponsorigami]

[ Smiling faintly as thanks for the consideration, Ivan starts with basic facts of what they were doing and take it from there. ]

Yeah. Good, you know that much. It was a rescue mission.... We went to the basement.

[connivingbird]

Go on.

[He starts up a counter-rhythm to what the speakers were playing, making it loud enough to be heard but still able for them to talk back and forth without having to yell. He wasn't liking where this sounds like it was going.]

[sponsorigami]

The ghost was trying to save his sister, who was held there. You know what happened at the Winter Solstice party? The ghosts were killed too.

[ It was so much easier to tell his band what happened and piece together all the info they had. ]

We had to break in to do it. We freed her, but we got caught by the guards... I... I was able to get away through the vents.

[connivingbird]

I take it that the others were caught?

[Not good. Not good at all. Ankh felt a flash of something in his heart, the feel of want/need/fear/hate and remembered the king, standing behind him, his hand sticking out of his chest.]

How many?

[sponsorigami]

... Nine total, so eight are...

[ Ivan clenches his fist and trembles; his brainwashing is fighting him, making him dread the consequences and trying to keep him from speaking more. He forces himself to take a deep breath but then winces again from his injuries. ]

Luce wanted to make sure I escaped to keep what happened from being covered up completely.

[connivingbird]

[ His fingers didn't miss the strings even though he too felt uneasy. What they were talking about, what they were saying, they shouldn't be doing this. Yet... yet...

The king looked down at them and stole the Cores and tossed them into the air. Life, his life, glittering like a trapped jewel before...

His fingers made the chord snarl before he hissed and looked at them.]

At least someone knows...

[sponsorigami]

[ Nodding solemnly, Ivan takes a few more breaths to prepare himself to continue. ]

Yeah. We think... it looks like we found examination tables and strange machines. The ghost was held in a strange thing too... None of that has anything to do with music.