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]

[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.]

[dishevelment]

[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.]