Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

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[zunesareawesome]

Oh no.

[Peter feels his heart just crack in two. He slams his fist against the barrier, he doesn't have a place for the rage, the helplessness--]

Ginger, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I wish I could help.

[lacecase]

[Ginger nods, the gesture numb. She flinches automatically at the expression of anger and takes a reflexive step away from him...but she doesn't blame him. How could she?]

Me, too. I don't feel right sitting down but I don't know what else to do for myself or, like, anybody else.

[zunesareawesome]

[He sees the flinch and the step back and he freezes. No, he's just making it worse--

--This has to stop.

He has to help somehow--]

Then...then we're not here right now. We're in--

--we're in whatever your most favorite place in the world is.

We're there and it's warm and sunny and there's a bucket full of ice and cold beer and someone's barbecuing. It smells real good. And everyone is having a good time and there's music... [His voice cracks.] There's music. What's your favorite song?

[lacecase]

My favorite?

[It's alarmingly easy to picture herself back in her sister's flower shop. Emma is touching up a bouquet and she's talking about the arrangement and laughing while Ginger draws it, making notes about the language of flowers. Her brother's the one at the grill, and he waves through the window...

...at least, before the scene starts to fill up with snow. And then she realizes that she's all alone and the room is empty. And then they're back here, at Peter's cell, and she wants to cry all over again.]

That's a hard question...how can anyone just pick one song? Lately, I've really liked the song called Drops of...

[She stops herself, and her mouth twitches into an even deeper frown. As soon as she thinks of the man who sang for her over the tablet, her own private piano concert, she feels even worse. So, so lonely.]

Ah, nevermind. I always really liked Somebody to Love by Queen...and when I was younger, I'd play Footloose by Kenny Loggins any time I did chores, my sister would hate it, because I'd start dancing all over the house and I'd almost always end up breaking something.

[zunesareawesome]

You can pick as many songs as you want.

[Despite himself, a wan smile escapes him.]

Aw man, those are great. Somebody to Love is awesome, and I love Footloose. I danced every time I heard it play.

[He whispers, conspiratorially.]

Totally worth it.

[lacecase]

But what isn't awesome by Queen, right?

[Suddenly, she's smiling. It isn't much of a smile, but...even in a place like this, Peter's distracting makes it a little bit easier. She feels like she's somewhere else. Her thoughts about normal, pleasant things had all slipped through her fingers and she couldn't keep hold of them. But now, at last, one of them writhes in her fist. She's trying to keep from letting go.]

I'm, like, a terrible dancer. But dancing's just, like, how you feel in your heart coming out of your feet. Yeah, it's totally worth it.

[zunesareawesome]

Right! [She has the correct opinion!]

Hey, nobody's a terrible dancer. That's exactly it! As long as you're moving, that's what counts. You feel that beat and suddenly everything is good. And there's nothing that can stop you from having a great time.

[lacecase]

Ah...maybe sometime soon we could have some kind of, like, dance party...

[Her smile falters. It's hard to imagine, even though it sounds so nice. Sensing the stress beginning to creep back into that bubble of brightness that Peter managed to work out of her, she fights to hold onto it.]

You could, like, make a playlist. The best songs to dance by!

[zunesareawesome]

We should! [Some of his old enthusiasm flickers back and he sounds genuinely excited.]

Oh man, that would be so great? I'm definitely going to make a playlist when we--

[His voice hitches, but he barrels through.]

When we get back. [That's when, not if.]

We're gonna do it. Dance party, okay? For everybody.

[lacecase]

That sounds perfect to me. Dance party...no ifs, ands, or buts about it!

[The only acceptable "but" will be the kind that's shaking.]

[zunesareawesome]

[And he completely agrees with that as well!]

And you're gonna dance, right? Dance like nobody's watching, dance your heart out? Break crap, who cares?