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]

[Jamie can't help a triumphant little grin at that.]

See? I'm good for something, sometimes.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie laughs softly, and he'd give him a playful shove if he was close enough.]

You're good for a lot of things. Just 'cause one of those things happens to be pissing me off doesn't mean I don't appreciate the rest of it.

[mildwildchild]

[Oh whoops Jamie let some of his insecurity show. More obviously than it does with all the posturing, that is. The only way he knows to combat this is to posture harder.]

Well - yeah, of course. We wouldn't be here right now if we weren't good at a lot of stuff, right?

[Excellent save.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie raises an eyebrow.]

You mean, other than looking good at tight pants?

[mildwildchild]

That is a crucial component, but obviously we have to be good at a lot of other stuff. Like making girls scream and selling issues of Tiger Beat. I'm pretty sure we can put all that on our resumes later, when we decide we get tired of being famous and want to become accountants or something.

[notahobby]

Right. Accountants.

[He nods, keeping a straight face for all of two seconds before he starts laughing.]

Fuck, man. I can't even imagine you as an accountant. All pumped up about numbers and shit.

[mildwildchild]

Hey, numbers are important. Without them we couldn't count or use l33t. There's a lot to be excited about.

[Jamie's grinning too, glad he's gotten Maxxie to laugh, finally.]

Besides, what about you? Wearing like, I dunno, a suit and tie every day. Except on Casual Fridays when they let you wear khakis, maybe.

[notahobby]

[He laughs again, though this time it's with disbelief.]

Can you really picture me in khakis?

[mildwildchild]

Oh, sure. Some nice pleated slacks with a polo shirt in subdued colors. You'll saunter on into the office all "Casual Friday, fuck yeah!" and some guy named Brad will start chatting you up about golf or some shit. It will truly be an exciting life you lead.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie sighs through his nose, shaking his head.]

Unless that golf story turns into some crazy party shit, I don't want any part of it.

[mildwildchild]

Well, there's no saying it won't. I'll bet accountants fuck like animals. All that repression, staring at numbers eight hours a day...

[Jamie why are you even thinking about this.]

[notahobby]

Is that all Brad wants from me, then?

[Maxxie shrugs, shaking his head again.]

Typical.

[mildwildchild]

Well, he probably also wants your report on the company's expenditures for the last fiscal quarter, or whatever. You know, if you could bring it by his office so you could discuss it...privately. [Eyebrow waggle.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie raises an eyebrow.]

You gonna write a porno about me and Brad, then?

[mildwildchild]

What? No! That would just be weird.

Besides, I'll bet someone's already written something like it and posted it on the internet.

[notahobby]

Yeah, you're probably right.

Fuckin' accountants, though.

[He says, almost as if he doesn't really believe they exist.]