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?

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[tanteiotaku]

Shotaro couldn't help but smirk fondly at Yan. Yeah, that was typical. "When you find something better to read. How good can it be if you fall asleep in the middle of it?" he muttered to himself. He was assuming Yan was still asleep.

Was there an extra blanket around here somewhere? He'd probably need it. He started quietly picking his way around the room in search of one. The last thing they needed in the middle of all this was to go down with a cold.

[goateeocracy]

"Shut up and do what I told you." It's mostly muffled under the book and he barely budges. If he's asleep, his responses will probably stop making sense sooner or later, but he can go on autopilot for a while. Apparently his subconscious is just as pushy as his conscious self is.

[tanteiotaku]

"Right, right," he said, definitely just humoring him. He came up with a blanket that at least looked comfortable, and went to lay it over Yan. He also moved to put the book and the tablet somewhere they won't hit the floor. He didn't lose Yan's page, though.

[goateeocracy]

"You're not listening." He stirs, eyes not quite opening, then mumbles something to the effect of "put the lamp out or the papers will burn." He scowls and clutches at the blanket, then repeats "go to bed," though this time it sounds like it ends in a name, though it's little more than a mumble.

[tanteiotaku]

Shotaro glanced around. Lamp? Well there was a couple, but nothing near any paper. "Those old books're going straight to your brain," he told him. But he continued on out of the lounge to let Yan sleep.