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?

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OTA

[sailorlaughter]

November 1

[Pinkie's dreams aren't bad. Pinkie's dreams are full of parties.

Well, not parties. Not the kinds of parties she usually goes to, with no light and loud music and lots of booze and people pressed all up close. Here is different, and she's different too. Somehow it feels perfectly natural, to be down on all fours, moving with ease and grace, blowing up balloons and strewing streamers even though her hands are gone.

The air is full of the smell of her baking. She's never baked anything before - she's never really thrown a party before. Clubbing with people isn't the same thing. If you asked her awake, Pinkie would probably say that it'd be too much work to do all on her own. But in the dream, she's just happy and excited.

Her friends are coming.]

November 2 - 5

[Well, we're all trapped in here. No need to sit around being all mopey, right?

Pinkie can be found variously:

A) Riding a rolling chair around the hallways at high speeds
B) Hanging out in the bars, not really getting drunk but totally bouncing around humming
C) Leaving trays of freshly baked brownies in strategic locations

Have fun with that.]

Hallways

[mildwildchild]

Jamie runs afoul of Pinkie's chair-riding escapades at some point in the halls when she hasn't gotten too much momentum going, which is probably the only reason he escapes with his life intact. They still go sprawling in a tangle of limbs, leather upholstery and spinny wheels though, with Jamie sputtering "AGH JESUS" as he and the chair make contact.

He sits up a little dazedly and looks from the chair to Pinkie and back again. "What - what the hell," he says finally. He sounds more surprised than angry, as though the collision just interrupted a really intense contemplation on the inner workings of Pop-Tarts or something.

[sailorlaughter]

"Oh, hey!" Pinkie doesn't seem hurt, or even especially bothered by the accident. He doesn't seem upset, so no harm done! "Sorry, I was gonna start yelling when I started going fast, but you just kinda came out of nowhere there!"

[mildwildchild]

"I did?" Jamie blinks at the chair again for a moment before gingerly hauling himself to his feet. Then his gaze switches to Pinkie, and he rubs the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. "Yeah, maybe I was a little distracted there. Sorry. You okay?"

[sailorlaughter]

"No problem!"

She untangles herself from the chair, stands, and starts setting it back up. "I'm good! Just kinda bored with being stuck in here, you know?"

Hallways

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Oh yes, this is it. Wild and crazy mischief, that will snap her out of this.]

Come on-- [Luci runs at Pinkie's char from behind and gives her an extra burst of propulsion.] We can do better than that!

[sailorlaughter]

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!

[Pinkie flings her arms up in the air. This is incredibly dangerous.]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[It really is. But Luci isn't exactly the best person to think about safety precautions, especially when she's felt so down in the past few days.]

[She and Pinkie skid into a wall as Luci fails to make a turn, but hey, the wall stops them and they can change direction that way.]

Better hang on, I failed my chair-driver's exam.

[sailorlaughter]

[Oooooooooh, okay. That collision's just an eensy bit jarring.

But it's fine! Pinkie grips either side of the seat again, pulling her legs up tight beneath it. She can stay on!]

Okay, go!

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Don't worry Pinkie, Luci's got you.]

[Or at least... try to ignore you're being propelled by a crazed Carnie.]

[Luci takes off again with Pinkie, doing a better job of steering the chair this time-- slowing for the curves and so forth-- before heading for the elevator. The breakneck journey comes to an abrupt stop as Luci casually strolls over to the button and presses it to call the elevator.]

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie taps her fingers along the sides of the chair and kicks her heels, humming a little bit of elevator music. Can't say she doesn't have comic timing.]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci laughs when she realizes what Pinkie's humming. She hits the button for the third floor.] Don't tell me you guys are delving into elevator music next.

[sailorlaughter]

Nah, we're doing paintball!

[Because that makes sense out of context, yeah?]