002 ✽ Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream

[giglio_madonna]

Who: Everyone stuck in Virgo HQ
What: This happened, and now we're all stuck here.
When: Nov. 1 - 5
Where: Virgo HQ
Warnings: Honor system, I'm trusting everyone to put warning in the subject lines if it comes up in their threads!

So.

Press events? Not happening. Concerts? Cancelled. Going out at all? N o p e.

Everyone- well every newbie- is ball and chained to Virgo Entertainment's headquarters for the time being. What's the emergency? No one knows, but you're all stuck here regardless.

> What will you do?

Comments

[goateeocracy]

I didn't get much of an explanation about what started the whole thing, but they were concerned with some of the things I was asking people about during the party and after. At first they thought it was stress or drugs or something, but they ended sending me off to a doctor for it.

[His face goes dark. He doesn't want to think about how long he must have been sick before anyone found out. He still doesn't want to admit to anyone just how bad it must have been to require surgery so quickly. It still scares him.]

I got a clean bill of health, though, so that shit's taken care of.

[Despite this constant brain fog he's been suffering through, that is.]

[panspermia]

Seriously? They sent you off for asking questions?

[He doesn't doubt Yan's word, it's just... bewildering. A full medical examination over conversation strikes him as a little bit out of place.]

I mean, they called me in over some drawings, so... weird criteria, I guess. Glad you're feeling better at least.

[goateeocracy]

Drawings? What were you drawing?

[That seems strange. That's not at all something you'd need a pscyh evaluation OR a medical consult on, unless the drawing were really out there. And even then it seems a little excessive. Maybe they were indicating some sort of dissatisfaction with the label? The woman he'd spoken to did seem concerned that he was acting like he wasn't content with his current situation at Virgo. Which was and is the absolute truth, but he still thinks his concerns in that regard are completely reasonable.]

[panspermia]

Just some album cover ideas. Mystical ladies, magic lasers... y'know. Metal albums, right? Not like I mind telling people about it, but... weird for a shrink to step in.

[It's not the only thing she asked him about, but it's what she quizzed him on the longest, and it by far stood out as the most peculiar.]

[goateeocracy]

That is strange. What was your inspiration for the pictures?

[If it's the same experiences that prompted him to start asking questions, that would explain why it was brought to someone higher up's attention. Otherwise it just sounds like they were wasting their time.]

[panspermia]

Y'know. Daydreams and stuff, some people I maybe used to know.

[ He shrugs one shoulder, glancing off. If he didn't come right out with the psychiatrist, he's fairly sure he shouldn't go blabbing about it to everyone else, either. ]

[goateeocracy]

Not weird shit you saw at the party or in the basement with those glowing lights?

[He may not remember the details of those particular events very well, but he does remember the hallucinations. Honestly, he remembers the hallucinations more vividly than anything else. He's pretty sure that's not what's supposed to have happened after the surgery.]

[panspermia]

I thought you didn't care about any of that stuff.

[ It's a dodge, but he's genuinely curious. Yan had been dead set on disregarding the lights as parlor tricks before. By this point, Greg's ready to hear any explanation someone might have, logical or absurd, so long as he feels like he understands something. ]

[goateeocracy]

I told you I was sick. Something was fucking with my head. They rushed me to surgery right after that consult.

[As much as he hates to admit that to anyone, he figures he should probably tell Greg, considering what he'd seen while he was waiting around for the woman who interviewed him to come back when she went off to call the hospital. Or whatever it was that she did.]

The same woman who talked to me talked to you. I saw the folder on her desk. Maybe you should stop screwing around and start thinking about why.

[panspermia]

Surgery--

[Greg balks. There's going to see a doctor, and then there's emergency operations.]

Oh... man. Sorry, I didn't know, man, I just...

[He trails off. Put like that, this whole thing skips past "a little silly" to "outright worrying." He knows the things he saw were just passing sights, but what if they really meant something was wrong with him...?]

I, I mean... she talked with me for a while, and decided I was all right. It's just a story.

[goateeocracy]

So why was the weird shit you saw okay, but the weird shit I saw a medical emergency?

[This is a pretty important question and one he's not sure he likes any of the possible answers to. He doesn't think they have anything but his best interests at heart and maybe it's just that he doesn't understand their reasoning for the whole thing, but it just doesn't add up in his head.]

[panspermia]

Wish I could tell you, man.

[There are plenty of possibilities, most of which unnerve him greatly. All he can say for sure, though, is that he has no idea.]

[goateeocracy]

Yeah...

[He'd like some answers too and at this point he's not too picky about where they come from. He's really not the indecisive type or someone who ever has any sort of difficulty making decisions, so he hates feeling at a loss like this.]

Watch your ass. If they start asking questions again, ask questions back.