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

[cleartranquil]

[If it were possible for Yuffie to be even more stir crazy...well, she doesn't know it. She's been in the gym for probably a ridiculous amount of time today, and Yuffie holds the handstand for a very long time before rounding off and landing quietly on the mat with a pleased sort of grin. Managing tricks and feats of gymnastic brilliance makes Yuffie feel just a little better. It's her outlet in a way playing isn't and it makes her happy.

Hearing her name she looks up and over and Yuffie's grin grows instantly seeing Maxxie and she makes her way over to the bench, grabbing her water bottle on the way and hovering in a way that clearly says she's got too much energy to sit down. ]

Hey you. Are you bored stiff yet?

[notahobby]

[Maxxie sighs and leans back on the bench, resting his hands on the back edge.]

Pretty much whenever I'm not drinking I'm bored. Sometimes even when I'm drinking too.

[He shrugs his shoulders and looks up at her.]

What about you? Looks like you're having fun here at least?

[cleartranquil]

I'm....[Yuffie pauses, and makes a vague hand gesture] Sort of not the most bored ever?

[Then she sort of looks around the room and begins to stretch her calves, and glares at the front door of the gym. She's spent a lot of time in here and it's about the only place she's not horrifically sick of. But it's still pushing it. She wants out of the building.]

I want to get outta here. I am so sick of HQ, Maxxie, I could puke.

I want out, like yesterday.

[notahobby]

I hear you.

[Maxxie bounces his heel off the ground idly, looking down at his shoes.]

But something tells me we're not gonna get away with sneaking out this time.

[cleartranquil]

I got told if I tired they would shut me up for the next month.

[Welcome to the only reason why Yuffie hasn't tried to escape. Her manager is vaguely terrifying sometimes, and she got the idea that she might honestly need to worry about having some sort of accident if she tried to escape the building until lockdown was over. The look in her manager's eye had been enough to make her honestly worry.]

....The second this is over, you and me are finding the least irritating DJ in town and living it up somewhere outside the building. Okay?

[notahobby]

Deal. We'll go out, find some guys to dance with...

[He's giving up. He's laying down on the bench. The treadmill is not happening.]

I'll tell you, that is one thing Pride is seriously lacking. I'd be a lot less bored if there were a few eligible bachelors around, you know?

[cleartranquil]

What would you consider "Eligible", Maxxie?

[Yuffie drops down on the floor next to the bench, her attention redirected and a grin growing on her face. She uses her water bottle as a faked microphone to get the joke across.]

Your adoring public wants to know!

[notahobby]

Well...

[Maxxie puts on his mock-interview voice and face for this, sounding thoughtful as he goes on.]

I'm just looking for a guy who's handsome - [he holds up his hand to count off each item on the list] - smart, funny, into cool things... and he's gotta be the type of guy that just can't wait to get me into bed and fuck me senseless every other night.

[Somehow he manages to play that completely straight. He shrugs his shoulders and folds his hands behind his head, nodding at Yuffie the way he would in between questions with an actual interviewer.]

That's it, really.

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie doesn't even try to hide her laughter, and it comes out in a loud cackle. She sits back on her heels, and turns the bottle back to herself, to talk into it.]

And are there any eligible guys that you've seen hanging around the Pride HQ?

Any lucky ones who've caught your eye, or is the entire building unworthy?

[Then, Yuffie puts the "mic" back in his direction.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie pauses on this, the corners of his mouth turning down in a thoughtful frown. Another moment and he continues on in his interview voice, playing the part as he spins off all these things he would never actually say to a camera.]

The way I see it, if they haven't come knocking already then they clearly don't want it bad enough. Guy's gotta have conviction about how much he wants to see me naked.

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie pauses, and tilts her head and takes a drink from her bottle.]

Well, your version of eligible sounds easier than mine.

[She ticks off her own fingers.]

At least as badass as me, worships the ground I walk on, hot. ....[Yuffie pauses again, thinking through her count.]

That's about it.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie smiles as he slips off the bench and sits down on the ground, back to the bench so he's upright when he looks at her. His tone is a bit softer - genuine now, he's not talking to the interviewer anymore.]

Tough sell, someone as badass as you.

[cleartranquil]

I know, right? How am I ever going to find someone half that cool.

[Yuffie shoves Maxxie, the sort of friendly half shove she tends to use for a lot of her friends.]

Don't worry about me, Blondie. Let's worry about getting you someone fun to play around with. That sounds much more entertaining.

[Oh, and there's her grin back. Beware.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie laughs when he pushes her, and takes the cue that she's not interested in talking about her own romantic life right now. He might do some investigating on that front later, but for now he acquiesces.]

If you insist. Got any suggestions?

[cleartranquil]

Maybe.

[Yuffie's going to have to look into things, because she can't just suggest any old person for Maxxie, they have to be awesome, and cool, and someone she can threaten if she needs to.]

Probably needs to be someone with a career so the press doesn't do that whole 'dating a nobody' story that gets boring as fuck.

That DJ we met was hot, but he had the personality of cardboard.....[Oh, Yuffie's thinking. Be horrified.]

[notahobby]

Ugh.

[Maxxie rests his head back against the bench.]

I can't date cardboard, Yuffie. I can barely sleep with it. Besides - [he lifts his head again, frowning at her in confusion] - when did this go from messing around to dating?