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

[mildwildchild]

Well someday we're gonna make money like that and then we're gonna be able to do whatever we want.

[He takes another angry swig from the bottle and looks away in a sort of half-belligerent, half-thoughtful way. If that's a thing.] Except we're not gonna be assholes to people. At least I'm not. Not that much of an asshole, anyway.

[traumatizing]

I don't understand what kind of an asshole thinks that shit's okay.

[His grip on the drink is white-knuckled, everything in him straining at how angry thinking about the other night makes him.] And they laughed about it.

[mildwildchild]

I fucking know, right?! [He says this a little louder than is strictly necessary.] Like, "hahaha, let's grab a bunch of people out of their fucking rooms in the middle of the night and chase 'em around an amusement park. Hahaha, let's throw 'em into cages afterward and call them losers. Hahaha, let's lock someone into a fucking roller coaster car and pretend we're gonna make it go off the end of the rail. Just kidding! It's all a big, goddamn fucking joke!"

[He's worked up a pretty good head of steam by the end of this, and takes a nice, long drink from the bottle. He shudders visibly afterward, because Jaegermeister really was not meant to be drunk that way, and he just sort of slumps in a rage coma for a moment or two.]

So yeah. Fuck those guys.

[traumatizing]

[Terry huffs a small, humourless laugh, and raises his glass in a mock toast.]

Fuck those guys.