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

[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?