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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Nov. 3

[dishevelment]

[....His fan was missing.

It was a simple, almost inconsequential item, but the little paper fan that he kept tucked deep in the pockets of his ostensibly vintage jackets was missing and Koumei felt strangely insecure without it.

Surely he misplaced it in his insomniac haze. Not even his usual remedies were working now.....he might have to hit the harder stuff just to have an effect.

Yuffie might spot him wandering around Pride HQ, searching high and low for said fan. Perhaps it's underneath that lavish sofa in the lounge? Or maybe high up in some decorative plant that someone had placed in the hallway to add a little calming influence on the otherwise chaotic and wild population?

Or, perhaps Yuffie herself might have it-- a fact that is unknown to the disheveled Pianist of Cosmic Indulgence?]

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie doesn't steal from her friends most of the time, and really someone that helped save her is considered a friend, but Yuffie is in a very strange mood, and she's a little more unsettled than usual which means everyone's possessions end up in her pockets.

Now, the interesting trick, a lot of the time, is putting them back without someone noticing. That's the game right now. She's got a lot of random things shoved in the pockets of her leather coat and in the tops of her boots and other odd places, but right now the fan's up her sleeve. ]

What's up, piano man?

[Yuffie pops up behind him with a grin, stopping him in one of the lounges as he looks. If she knew there was an actual point to having the fan, she might not have taken it. She might even feel bad but right now she's mostly just playing her game of taking and giving back, and Koumei is the poor target.]

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[Koumei started at the sound of her voice, jumping in his crawlspace and hitting his head on the bench that he was searching under.]

--Ah! Yuffie?!

[He crawled out, casting her a look of embarrassment.]

I'm just under here harvesting dust bunnies to sell online, [the words tumbled out before he fully realized what he was saying, part of him not wanting to admit that he was looking for something as frivolous as a little fan-- even if the weight of it in his coat pocket was a strange little comfort for reasons he couldn't quite define.]

[cleartranquil]

Piano man's dust bunnies. Think they'll get much on the black market?

[Yuffie drops down before he can get up fully, partly to see if there is actually anything interesting and partly because she's trying to find the oppourtunity to help him "find" what she's taken from his pocket. She's pretty sure it's only the fan. She's collected a vast amount of change that she's less sure of the owner of, and the more obvious objects part of her game is remembering who things belong to.]

Really though, pretty sure under a bench isn't that interesting, ya' know? What'cha up to?

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Plenty. People spend tons of money on silly things.

[He shook his head in an attempt to dislodge some of the dust bunnies from his hair, and only succeeded in making the problem worse. Man was going to need to take a bath at this rate, and that wasn't a chore he was looking forward to...]

I misplaced something, [he finally confessed,] and I can't quite recall what I did with it.

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie pauses and tilts her head, like she isn't perfectly aware of what he's likely missing.]

What'd ya lose?

[She sits back on her heels, and grins at him, eventually her attempt at innocence might kick her in the teeth but she's not really thinking about that.]

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[He huffed.]

It's something silly, really. I'm just quite attached to it.

[cleartranquil]

Come on. It can't be that silly, Silly!

[Yuffie shoves at him in a sort of friendly gesture. ]

Not if you're looking for it.

[dishevelment]

[-- yep. He'd been caught.]

It's a fan. A bamboo and paper fan with an ink painting on it. If you know anything of the arts, the picture resembles a chinese literati painting.

[He shrugged. It really was stupidly simple, Yuffie. What were you expecting?]

[cleartranquil]

Hm.

[Yuffie pauses, and shoves her hands in her pockets.]

So why're you lookin' for it?

[dishevelment]

I'm just rather fond of it. No other reason.

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie pauses again, because now she's feeling a little twinge of something that might be possibly called a conscience. What the fuck is that and why is it there.]

Where'd ya look for it? Maybe you forgot it in a practice room?

[dishevelment]

I have pockets in my coat for that very reason, Yuffie.

[He watched her mildly, with a level of patience that would be unnerving to some. He was merely looking for the facts here, nothing more-- and he was fond of that fan. It would be a shame to lose it.]