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

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?"