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

[traumatizing]

[So Terry's reaction to being scared out of his skin is typically to whip around and punch it in the face, and even moreso since what happened with Predator, so. Uh. Sorry, Yuffie.]

[At least her reflexes are probably better than his.]

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie Kisaragi is a lot of things, able to shriek at the top of her lungs, able to dodge, and more importantly able to drop to the floor. Yuffie seems to have no worries about in the fact that her immediate response basically ends up with her sitting on the floor, glaring up at Terry like this is somehow his fault. There's a little part of her that cringes at this, but she's not really sure why. She didn't get smacked, isn't that a good thing? The bartender, for his part, mostly seems to be ignoring them.]

Jeeze! Terry! What the heck!

[traumatizing]

Shit--! Sorry.

[He offers her a hand up, though he refuses to bear the responsibility for this.] But in my defence, you did sneak up on me.

[cleartranquil]

Yeah, and 'happy birthday' totally means that there's a big scary monster that's going to eat your face.

[Despite the fact that she's totally sassing him, she takes the help up and pops up onto her feet with a sort of ease that's probably irritating to people who don't bounce like a gumby doll in all circumstances. ]

Besides, is that the way to treat your favorite guitar player ever?

[Because in Yuffie's mind she's everyone's favorite.]

[traumatizing]

My favourite guitarist is dead, so... Sort of, yeah.

[cleartranquil]

...

[Yuffie pauses, and gives him a look that may or may not be an odd mix between something that might be endeared and just plain confused.]

You know, sometimes you're kinda depressing, Ter.

[That said, Yuffie shoves the bag at him.]

Anyway. Happy Birthday.

[traumatizing]

[He takes the bag and squints at it, glancing between the bag and Yuffie suspiciously. He wasn't exactly expecting to get anything, and part of him isn't entirely certain he won't just open the bag and get hit in the face with pop-up snakes or something. But he does open it. Cautiously.]

[cleartranquil]

[Oh come on, just because Yuffie's done that sort of thing before doesn't mean...okay so it's always good to be safe around Yuffie.

In the bag are several smaller gifts. One looks to be a very obnoxious woven hat, it's black which is it's only saving grace. Another is a Cd of what seems to be random sounds and sound effects, because Yuffie is a helpful and has decided this is the way to be helpful. Finally at the bottom of the back is a set of five gold claw rings chained together. When he gets to those is when Yuffie finally says something.]

The hat's cause it's getting cold, there's some weird chainsaws in the CD, and...I dunno. I just thought those looked cool. And you could use a little more cool.

[She's clearly teasing at the last, and seems to be half jumping up and down to see it response. She's very fond of presents, okay?]

[traumatizing]

[Is that... A smile? In response to something Yuffie did? It's brief, blink and you'll miss it, but it was definitely there. He puts on the hat and the rings, maintaining his trademark stoicism the whole time despite the awareness that he must look ludicrous.]

How dumb do I look?

[cleartranquil]

[Well, that makes Yuffie grin in a way that probably would make most people nervous in new and impressive ways, but then, she's Yuffie and that's sort of the norm around her.]

No more than usual, maybe even a little less.

[She does bounce on her toes a bit before basically deciding this is time to give Terry a hug, just because she can. Beware, Yuffie Kisaragi is a force of nature, and she very much decides that personal bubbles are a thing for other people to worry about, not her.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry snorts at the comment, but it's pretty much exactly what he expected. He hugs her back, not tight or anything but it's genuine instead of the half hugs with an easy escape he gives out to fans at signings, and when he pulls back he still has a hand on her shoulder.]

Thanks, Yuffie.

[Suffice it to say, they're never talking about this moment again.]

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie pauses for a moment before she smiles. It's actually sort of sweet and doesn't have the edge it normally does.]

No problem, Ter.

[After a moment Yuffie seems to shake off the sentimentality looking a tiny bit embarrassed, and claps Terry on the shoulder before yelling to the bartender. ]

Hey! Hey buddy! Get him another drink okay! On the Carnie tab!

[traumatizing]

Am I drinking alone here, or what?

[He takes off the hat (because it's awful) and gestures to the empty stool next to him as he sits down. Does he have cooties or something? Get a drink you jerk.]

[cleartranquil]

Midori Sour, mr. barman, please!

[Yuffie drops down next to him on the chair, her hair's spiked up and she's kicking her boots against the bar at the bottom of the stool.]

Of course not! We gotta celebrate, right!

[traumatizing]

Yeah. [The most bitter snort.] Here's to being locked up.

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie will drink to that, and the second she's given her drink she does.]

Could always be worse. We could be banned from the bar.

[traumatizing]

[Wow no] Don't joke about things like that.