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

[honeywithpoison]

[ He could have, but he was still at the time acting under the impression of a 'no.' That doesn't suggest that something like that won't be met with serious struggle, and, well.

He wants to stop self-destruction, not ruin everyone's fun. The poor resident of Pride Tower currently are having enough trouble, they don't have to deal with this.

Now, on the other hand... ]

Breakfast and coffee sound good. The haze... why is everything unattractive without it? We're living the life, after all.

[ Not that he expects an answer, but... he's curious. ]

[campioned]

Are you inviting yourself over for breakfast?

[ Alec's smile is smug-veiled delight at the way Richard walked into that. He's not delighted enough to answer the question directly, because he can't explain that he feels vaguely empty inside for no discernible reason without sounding pathetic. Alec is not one to cry about needing meaning in his life. ]

[honeywithpoison]

Maybe. Or maybe inviting you for breakfast. [ Deadpan, but yes, he's heard this and that down the grapevine. ] I fight less with my bandmates than you with yours. Less likely for the breakfast to turn unpleasant.

[ That's the reason and no other. Nothing like teasing right back. ]

[campioned]

Your breakfast must be dull.

[ Alec fiddles with his new drink. He hasn't sipped it yet, because the conversation is slippery. He's already having a hard time keeping hold on it; Alec suspects he doesn't have the upper hand. ]

Can I fight with your bandmates?

[honeywithpoison]

[ Well that gets Alec a small huff of laughter. ]

I don't know, can you avoid fighting with my bandmates? Just out of curiosity.

[campioned]

[ A genuine answer would require serious thought that he is incapable of. ]

I suppose it's too much to hope for that they are exactly like you in comportment and appearance.

[honeywithpoison]

[ No, but the compliment works. The good smile flashes through Richard's face, before he goes mock-thoughtful. ]

Like quintuplets? Real or fake, now that's a concept for a band.

[campioned]

[ A terrible thought has occurred to him. ]

No, I wouldn't like it. I'd want all five of you.

[honeywithpoison]

[ As Richard is only partially able to guess the thoughts, he's not sure if that means 'all five of Richard' or 'all five of Cosmic Indulgence', so he teases, ]

Great tactics to make me feel special and unique.