(open) do you know how far this has gone?

[traumatizing]

Who:Terry and YOU
What: Someone regained the ability to sense fears and is furiously trying to ignore it
When:Feb 22nd
Where:Pride HQ/out and about
Warnings: None yet, will update as needed.


PRIDE HQ

[It's a lot to wake up to-- Terry can't decipher it at first, but it feels familiar and uncomfortable all the same. This deafening noise in his head it's a struggle to think through.]

[Eventually he drags himself to the café, thinking maybe he's just going stir crazy from staying in the penthouse all the time. He brings a notebook and his loudest headphones, sitting with his soup and the loudest music he has to hand. Maybe he can work through it. Maybe he just needs something to focus on.]

[Or maybe not.]

[It fucking hurts. Like something's screaming for his attention and he can't pick it out of the noise.]

[He kinda just ends up spending more time with his head in his hands then he does writing or eating.]

THE GREAT OUTDOORS

It's gotta be the building right. Enough weird shit goes on in there that it's not so out there he'd be hearing things. All he knows is he has to get away from it.

But it just follows.

Terry's walking aimlessly when he catches something he's absolutely not in the mood to deal with right now. ”Hey, isn't that the guy from Cosmic Indulgence?” “Yeah, Trauma. Hey! Trauma! We love your band!!!”

Why do these things happen to good people?

He's more than happy to entertain fans most days, but right now? His skull feels like it's splitting and he kinda hates everyone in the world right now. But he puts on his game face anyway.

It's somewhere in the sudden onslaught of selfies and autographs that there's this… Moment of clarity. One of them is being particularly obnoxious and it's like he zeroes in on them, totally blanks out until they're yelling about ‘how cool it is’ and asking how he knew. Apparently like an idiot he drew a bee with his autograph and a dumb comment about nightmares.

At least he didn't freak anyone out? But they're all clamouring for his attention and backing up with stuff about how he needs to go isn't doing much.

Someone help?

[Prose or brackets welcome! HMU over PM or @FiremanSam if you have something else you'd like to do!]

Comments

[traumatizing]

[He absolutely does not care about the tone of Squalo's voice. Terry raises his hand in a gesture for quiet and tilts his head as though listening for something. Whatever it is though, he doesn't seem to be getting it, and he frowns.]

I can't-- [He makes a small noise in frustration.] There's too much noise.

[sharktrash]

[ Okay that wordlessly telling him to be quiet actually takes him aback a little. Nobody ever does that. Nobody ever dares to do that. More importantly, what the hell is this guy listening to? There's nothing besides the usual buzz of the cafeteria, which isn't even that loud at this time of day. ]

...the hell are you trying to do?

[traumatizing]

[Well he has the wherewithal to know he can't tell Squalo the truth without seeming more crazy than he already does, and he shakes his head. Just gotta think up an excuse. He can do that.]

... Writing? [Nailed it.] I get kinda weird when I'm putting lyrics together sometimes.

[sharktrash]

[ CREEPY CHILD. THIS IS HOW HORROR FLICKS GET MADE. But also, good call. He actually seems to buy it. ]

No kidding. Are you always this dramatic?

[traumatizing]

I hear I'm pretty sedate when I'm asleep.

[Hilarious.]

[sharkpunzel]

[ FACEPALMS ]

Have fun with that, then.