interstellar5555 | Locked in a Room

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Locked in a Room

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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Yeah. I need to perform. I tried screaming everything out on our balcony-- I think our manager just thinks I'm pouting about the cancellations. You're not burnt out, are you? Your fans seem like they're missing you, I think they don't deserve a 500 year hiatus.

we could probably hit them with lamps and they'd still think we were just pouting. And I guess an audience of one won't help you either, right?

no. It's not about that. I've been screwy since all that shit that happened.

[Not entirely true, but it's close.]

Yeah. Me too.

[Also not entirely true, but close.]

Don't let them win, Nariko. Come back swinging. I've seen you take control, up close and personal, I'd be disappointed if you lost it now.

[There's no answer for a while - nearly fifteen minutes. It's a damn good thing they aren't calling or face to face or Luci would see her ugly crying, apparently being dragged back here hadn't taken all the water out of her body. It's something about those words that hurt, the specific arrangement, and the fact that even though Luci has no right to say them, she still inevitably means them.]

why do you remind me o f

[And then:]

you really think there's some way to actually beat them.

Completely and utterly? No, not right now. But right now I refuse to let them believe we've rolled over. I'm Lucifer. I'd fly in the face of God if I could. But I have to settle on Predator for now.

And what if this only gets us into more trouble and they lock us down again?

Why would it? We're producing music. That's what we're here to do.

We're tadpoles compared to Predator. When something is troublesome you cut off the parts that mean the least, Luci. This is essentially a 50/50 shot. Either it's amazing or we piss off the wrong people and just amuse others by trying and we're fucked.

If I thought it was a 50/50 shot, I wouldn't have started this. 50/50 is what the odds would be if we produced 'okay' music. We're all good at what we do. But we're doomed already if we don't give it everything we have. We can't 'mean the least' if we demand to be seen, if we COMMAND attention. We can't do that if we doubt ourselves.

You should start giving inspirational speeches on the side.

It's easy when I can say what I feel. And hey, if this goes tits up, everyone can say I was the ringleader. I'll be able to handle the heat.

I may be emotionally numb and vaguely traumatized and feel as if I've lost the love of my life without ever actually meeting them

but you wouldn't just go and take all the blame. Friends don't let that shit happen. And we're at LEAST that.

I may have the world's largest headache and feel like I'm nothing if I'm not singing about something important, but I plan to fight though it. Find it, maybe. Scream it until I'm satisfied. Yeah. We're at least friends. If you want to stand and get scolded with me... I'd appreciate someone to laugh about it with later.

well. I'll stand and get an ass whipping, and I guess I might as well sing before we get to that part. Really go out with a bang.

Hey, if that happens, we'll start our own indie label. Buy our own casino headquarters-- blackjack and strippers for everybody.

And all the best liquor for our customers, but the priceless shit just for us. Also, I hope some of those strippers will be male, equal opportunity appreciation and all that.

Please. Who do you think I am?

My fingers get tired when I think of all the ways I could answer that.

I hope it's not from counting on your hands, and you're being good to yourself while we're trapped in here.

Hardly, the guitar is the real culprit. Also its incredibly ironic that you apparently have the worlds worst undeserved headache, but you still have it in you to be concerned about my personal care.