interstellar5555 | NO FEAR [OPEN]

Who: Steven and anybody in the Defying Atmosphere penthouse.
What: Greg is rewarded with a slightly used pet child.
When: About 24 hours after the SC concert where he gets kidnapped.
Where: DA's penthouse in Virgo HQ.
Warnings: There is a laundry list of things wrong with this situation.

No matter the intention, the violence of being kidnapped leaves a mark on a person, and that's the lingering anxiety that Steven feels now. He was pulled away from his life once again, as terrible as it might have been. He was manhandled, drugged, and dragged off somewhere else, even as he pleaded, for fear of angering his keepers again.

There was a period of claustraphobic darkness followed by a time where blinding white is all he can remember. And then, suddenly, he finds himself here...a penthouse that is totally unfamiliar to him, and is told that he's going to be with his dad now.

He doesn't know if he can believe it, or what he should do. So, once he's left alone, all he does is curl himself up on one of the couches and wait. He's been dressed in fresh clothing, simple in comparison to anything he's made a habit of wearing - the flashes of pink cracklines are still bright on his exposed skin.

He has no control over anything anymore. He may as well stop pretending.

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His first instinct is always to assume that people are going to be angry with him - of course, thinking that Rarity is probably upset by his presence, not by the fact that he's hurt. It's a relief when Greg tells him otherwise, and he's inclined to believe him...but the thoughts were definitely there.

"Yeah..."

Thinking about the early days is painful in a way he doesn't really know how to describe. It's like everything he was then has died, or was murdered. It all happened so fast, he doesn't know where that person went. He starts feeling dizzy with it, leaning forward in a way that makes it seem like he might drop off.

"Woah there--" Greg reaches over, curling an arm in front to keep Steven in place. "You can lie down if you want. We can move to my bedroom, even."

A cold pit rolls in his gut. He can reassure Steven as many times as he wants, tell him again and again he's safe and welcome, but that won't fix how sick he is. He won't get better until they figure out what to do with that jewel of his.

Edited 2016-02-26 09:20 (UTC)

Steven jolts slightly when Greg reaches to support him, like he's just woken up. He looks up at Greg, looking somehow confused, like he didn't understand what just happened.

"Oh," he says, setting his food on the wrapper beside him. "I just didn't... Sometimes I can't think right, I dunno." He reaches down and lifts his shirt enough to run his fingers over his broken gem. "I feel like my brain was in here..."

When Rarity says hot chocolate, she means the good kind - milk heated in a saucepan and real chocolate - so it's a bit before she makes it back into the lounge, carefully carrying three mugs. Her kitchen time gives her a chance to think, but mulling the answers over in her head hasn't helped her any. She'll need more information from Greg, and that's all there is to it.

For now, she sets the mugs down on the coffee table. "There we are. Do be careful; it's hot."

"You're the best, Rarity." Hamburgers and hot chocolate aren't the most standard combination, but it sure smells tasty. He also means it for everything else; she's been an absolute champ with everything that's happened.

"Hey, you know what, Steven? Rarity's probably the best fashionista we got in all of Virgo. You two should work out some looks together!" She may never win him over on a lasting makeover, but dressing up is always fun.

Steven takes his hand off of his gem, and it's quite possible that Rarity will catch a glance of its shattered surface before his shirt drops back into place. He looks at the hot chocolate with interest - it seems like it would go down easier than solids right now.

But then he looks up with even more interest at Greg's suggestion. He blinks at Greg, and then looks to Rarity.

"Really? Do you want to?" he asks. "I don't...have any stuff, but..."

Oh, she definitely sees it - she also immediately and completely ignores it, mentally adding it to the laundry list of things she'll be asking Greg to explain at a later date. Her hair recently turned purple of its own accord; there's no telling what other people are going through.

Rarity lights up at Greg's suggestion and smiles at Steven. "But of course! And don't worry about that - I'm certain we can find pieces for you. After all, making outfits is my-"

"So all you have to do is make a different, stunning, original, amazing outfit for one, two, three, four, five... plus yourself, six ponies? And lickety split?"

Rarity smiles knowingly at her friend, carefully unrolling a bolt of fabric on her cutting table. "Oh, Applejack. You make it sound as if it's going to be hard."

She snaps back to reality, vaguely realizing that there has been an inexcusably long pause where there really shouldn't have been one. "My, ah. My hobby, of course!" If these odd memories were going to insist on happening at completely random times, then the least the could do is quit arriving in the middle of a sentence. Is that really too much to ask?

There she goes again. Yeesh, it really is starting to feel like Greg is always around for them. He sends her a threadbare smile; mark down one more thing they can talk about, later.

"What'd I tell you?" He gives Steven a friendly nudge of the elbow. "We'll get you any stuff you want. I bet we've even got stage makeup you can use, for proper flare."

Greg's still not sure how any of this is going to balance out with their performing, but if Kimiko's got issues with them using supplies he'll take the heat.

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