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]

"Don't you worry I took good care of your pretty girl there," he said with a tired smirk. He scratched at the back of his head. "Yeah, things have been kinda.... weird lately huh?"

He was definitely a little hesitant to discuss it, but he had to say something.

[connivingbird]

"She is pretty; I bought her with my first big payday and she's never let me down since."

He stroked the strings to make her sing a little and then placed her back on the stand. He'll take her with him when he leaves, but for the moment he was curious and felt a little like talking to someone who might be willing to talk a little. Even if it was weird talk.

"Weird is an understatement. Do you remember the basement stuff?"

[tanteiotaku]

He nodded. "Yeah, I had a front-row seat." And had ducked a swinging shamisen.

Okay, time to finally come out with it. He was tired of this gap remaining unfulfilled. "You startin' to feel a little like somethin's missin'? I don't mean wonderin' if we're missin' out on somethin' because we're doin' this." He gestured over to the guitar to clarify what he was saying. "But maybe..." he searched for words for a moment. "Like somebody's missin'?" Maybe that was the best way to put it in his case.

[connivingbird]

"Lucky you. I was more in the back." Out of the way of the shamisen being tossed about, lucky him.

Starting to feel..? Ankh's tattooed hand twitched, fingers curling in like they were trying to protect the eye tattooed in the center of the palm, which was a weird thing because the tiny movements that hand made was almost like something separate from the rest of him. He looked down at his hand and forced it to form a fist.

Humans are like that, Ankh!

"Something is," he whispered the words, not exactly sure if he was thinking of some idiot or that hollow feeling in the pit of his heart. He looked up at him, eyes narrowed. "But whatever or whoever it is, you can't tell anyone where they can hear. Yan talked to a company doctor and his mind is all messed up now."

[tanteiotaku]

He scrubbed his face. "Ah, crap..." he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, letting his hands dangle loosely. In a way he was glad to know he wasn't the only one that felt this way, but he hated that it made everything so much more complicated. And having to be secretive on top of it felt wrong.

Less wrong than it had, though. Like he was used to keeping big secrets.

His eyes got big suddenly. Shotaro, the most important thing is for your client to trust you. No matter what, you need to hold everything your clients tell you in the strictest confidence.

All at once he remembers a man in a white suit being shot from behind. He turned just in time to watch him collapse to the floor. There's gunshots and guys with crazy, inhuman faces. It hurts, watching him die, and the conversation that ensues is only worse. He grabs at the front of his shirt over his heart. He has tears running down his face he hasn't noticed yet. He's looking out at nothing in particular.

[connivingbird]

"Oh fuck..."

If he was told that he would see someone break down after saying that to them, he probably wouldn't have said it so harshly. As it was, Ankh looked around for a handy piece of blanket before resigning to the fact that he would have to deal with the tears. Which he does by shoving a kleenex box at Shotaro and patting him on the shoulder.

"Hey, stop that. You don't want to get locked down more then we are already."

[tanteiotaku]

At the physical contact Shotaro seems to come back from wherever he's gone. He blinks up at Ankh and wipes his face, looking a little confused. "This ain't right," he finally says as he attempts to stitch himself back together. He blows his nose with a very dignified honk.

"Ain't a damn bit of this right. Has it always been like this?" Anything since before their last tour was frustratingly distant now. As far as that kid in the green plaid...