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You laugh until you cry; you cry until you laugh
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.
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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"How're you holding up, pal?"
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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.