Locked in a Room

[dishevelment]

Who: Everyone stuck in Pride HQ
What: This load of crap.
When: Nov. 1-5
Where Pride HQ
Warnings: Pg-13 minimum because Carnies. Tag if it gets over that.


Everyone got the same call-- and now we're all stuck in HQ with no hint of release in sight.

The reason? No one knows.

How are you coping?

Comments

OTA - murder-ish cw, alcohol cw, terry is an awful angsty baby cw

[traumatizing]

Nov 1;
[There's a lot of noise coming from Terry's room. He's usually more considerate than that, but he's angry and hungover and tired and it's the only way he knows how to chase out whatever's going on in his mind.]

["Join some super hero army?" More distortion here. "You've got to be kidding"]

[Reverb? No. He bangs a little on the drumpad in frustration. "I'm your son!" Play the whole thing as it is, maybe he can figure out what's missing. "What are you so afraid of anyway..." It needs thrust, drive.]

[He looks down at the knife in his chest, horrified, "You're afraid..." Maybe it's the percussion, maybe it just... Maybe it needs... "...Afraid you're gonna kill me." A kick. Something to really drive the anger home. The rage.]

[He plays it again, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. It doesn't make sense, it doesn't--]

["Okay. I'll go."]


Nov 2-5;
[Terry's usually pretty chill, pretty relaxed. Someone has to hit his buttons to get him mad.]

[Not so much lately. Ever since Carnivalgate he's been tense, frustrated. Coiled up like a particularly inefficient timebomb ready to go off at any time. Being on lockdown doesn't improve that any, and being unable to perform means he has no outlet for that tension. Occasionally over the days, he bangs away at his music but more than that he spends a lot of time in the bars in HQ and getting "lost" in the building. Getting hauled off to see Lesedi after a couple of days seems to curb how often he goes missing, but he's still surly, not getting enough sleep, and seemingly perpetually hungover.]

[And on the 5th he's going to be extra pissy after having to cancel a couple of things. Happy birthday loser.]

anytime between the 2nd and 5th

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie ends up getting "lost" a lot too, although given how strung-out he looks he...might actually be lost for realsies. Whatever the reason for his being in this particular corridor at this particular time, he rounds a corner a little too fast without watching where he's going and ends up plowing right into Terry.

[He's not as gracious about this as he probably should be. While the look he gives Terry isn't exactly hostile, it's not apologetic either, and in fact seems somewhere along the lines of "why were you standing where I was trying to walk." He frowns faintly.]

...hey, watch it.

[traumatizing]

[Wow, okay. Terry frowns right back in response and moves a little, as if to let Jamie pass. He's not exactly hostile either, but his tone is hardly forgiving.]

Maybe watch where you're going.

[mildwildchild]

[Some of that distracted not-all-here vibe filters away, and Jamie's frown gets just a little more deliberately unfriendly.]

It was an accident. I didn't know you owned this part of the hallway.

[traumatizing]

Seriously? [Terry raises an eyebrow and scoffs.] It's just some advice, calm down.

Nov. 5

[twoscompany]

[There's a small knock on the door, sometime in the afternoon.]

[traumatizing]

Come in.

[Terry's sat cross-legged in the chair at his desk, staring daggers at his computer. In an oversized hoodie with dark circles under his eyes and empty coffee mugs and cans of beer littered around his desk, he looks.... Terrible. But hey, at least that's the only mess in his room. Because he's not an animal.]

[His expression relaxes some when he sees Garnet, not exactly a smile but not the scowl he's been wearing all week either. ]

Garnet, hey.

[twoscompany]

Hey to you, too.

[She comes in, and...there's something in her hands. A plate. And on that plate is a chocolate cupcake. Well, an attempt at a chocolate cupcake. Its slightly flat, slightly burnt, the frosting's a bit too sweet and granular even from looking at it from a distance, and the lit candle in it is slightly askew, threatening to drip wax onto the foodstuffs.

Oh, but she seems to be walking over to Terry with it.]

...I found this in front of your door. It seems to have spontaneously appeared out of nowhere.

[...was that what that smell from the kitchen was]

[traumatizing]

[Terry just blinks in disbelief for a moment, and then he laughs.]

That's-- [He doesn't even know what to do.] Wow.

Nov 1

[honeywithpoison]

[ There's a knock on the door. Of course there's a knock on the door. Richard has waited until one burst of noise has ended before trying to check up on him...

... but of course he'll check up on him. ]

[traumatizing]

[He stops the playback and gets up to answer the door. Looking like hell, and he rubs at his eyes tiredly when he looks at Richard.]

Sorry-- Want me to turn it down?

[honeywithpoison]

[ Despite his concern? Richard blinks, and actually laughs, quietly. ]

I play percussion, Terry. I don't think 'minding loud noises' would be my defining trait.

[ He lets go of the faint traces of mirth. ]

Just wondering if you'd prefer company to just the playback?

[traumatizing]

Oh, uh-- Yeah, of course.

[He scratches his head and steps aside to let Richard in. It's all nice and tidy except last night's clothes on the floor, which he kicks aside.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie finds Terry on the evening of the 5th, on yet another trip to the bar. He's already been drinking but right now he's only on the good end of a buzz, so it's not obvious that he's had anything. Terry looks upset, so Maxxie hesitates before he approaches. They've only spoken once, but that was a relatively positive experience, so Maxxie knows he's a nice guy at least.]

[He does a quick lap of the club, says hi to a couple people, then takes the barstool next to Terry. He waits for a second, resting his elbows on the bar with his arms crossed in front of him, and then gives Terry a brief smile.]

Alright then?

[traumatizing]

Hey. [He's on the other side of tipsy already and working hard to get to full-on drunk, but unlike Maxxie it'll be the sombre kind and he is staring at his beer like it's done something to offend him.] Maxxie, right?

[notahobby]

Yeah.

[Maxxie gets the bartender's attention and orders himself a drink. He sighs and takes a sip from his beer when it arrives. He's not being abrasively cheery, mercifully, but he's obviously in higher spirits than Terry.]

Drinking alone tonight?

[traumatizing]

[He nods and looks at Maxxie, almost with a smirk but it's kind of hidden behind everything else his face is doing right now. When the bartender comes over with Maxxie's drink, he also orders another and knocks back the rest of what he's got now with a sigh.]

I hear bad moods are contagious.

Nov 4th

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci decides to try to shake her depression off by visiting Pink. The site of their uprising. The memory of rebellion feels good to her. But it doesn't fix everything.]

[She sits on her barstool with a drink, and sees Terry come in. Company doesn't seem remiss-- she waves a little to him, though it lacks her usual headstrong overture.]

[traumatizing]

[He waves back and makes his way over, slipping into the stool next to Luci and ordering a drink with a thoughtful frown on his face.]

So how stir crazy are you?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

If I don't perform soon, my head is going to explode.

[She rubs her forehead.] I've had this goddamn headache for three days-- meds have done nothing which means it's completely psychological.

[traumatizing]

Drimk'll help.

[He says with a mix of sarcasm and sympathy as he orders something stiff for himself.]

Somewhere mid afternoon/night on the fifth.

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie is fairly quiet, when she wants to be. It's one of the problems with her. It means she does her very best to sneak up on people and she very very often succeeds.

This means Yuffie's idea of a birthday hello is quiet ridiculous and involves coming up behind him in the bar and grabbing him by the shoulders from behind. If he was paying attention before her surprise moment he would've caught the bartender eyeing something over Terry's shoulder then going back to work, as Yufffie had sush-ed the poor man and he knew to ignore the Carnies when they were up to trouble. Dangling off of one arm is a bag, and Yuffie looks like she is far far too pleased to be attempting to startle the heck out of him.]

Happy Birthday!

[traumatizing]

[So Terry's reaction to being scared out of his skin is typically to whip around and punch it in the face, and even moreso since what happened with Predator, so. Uh. Sorry, Yuffie.]

[At least her reflexes are probably better than his.]

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie Kisaragi is a lot of things, able to shriek at the top of her lungs, able to dodge, and more importantly able to drop to the floor. Yuffie seems to have no worries about in the fact that her immediate response basically ends up with her sitting on the floor, glaring up at Terry like this is somehow his fault. There's a little part of her that cringes at this, but she's not really sure why. She didn't get smacked, isn't that a good thing? The bartender, for his part, mostly seems to be ignoring them.]

Jeeze! Terry! What the heck!

[traumatizing]

Shit--! Sorry.

[He offers her a hand up, though he refuses to bear the responsibility for this.] But in my defence, you did sneak up on me.