To; Pride Employees

[worthlesspride]

To; Trucy@priderecords.prc, jamieh@priderecords.prc, daturakeys@priderecords.prc, theicequeen@priderecords.prc, Y.Kisaragi@priderecords.prc, username@priderecords.prc, rmustang@priderecords.prc, GrandKingTooru@priderecords.prc, thornydouchebag@priderecords.prc, kbomi@priderecords.prc, s.squalo@priderecords.prc, variaboss@priderecords.prc, t.ward@priderecords.prc, pinkie@priderecords.prc, clawsofthedragon@priderecords.prc, genos@priderecords.prc, maxoliver@priderecords.prc, gg@priderecords.prc, tigeruniverse@priderecords.prc, bbrantley@priderecords.prc, lightbringer@priderecords.prc, theangelsariel@priderecords.prc, flashstepdemyx@priderecords.prc

From; theunkown@smail.com

Subject: Remember.

Remember?

From Junkyard Carnival
Alec Campion
Wakana Sonozaki
Fetch Walker
Poe Dameron

From Flashstep
Sora
Yosuke Hanamura

From Cosmic Indulgence
Koumei Ren
Richard St. Vier
Nariko Lunae

From System Crash
Sayaka Miki
Maki Nishikino

From Crown of Thorns
Wolfram von Bielefeld

From Manticore
Ryuko Matoi
Orion Pax

Where are they now? Are you safe?

Do not trust Lesedi Santiago. Stay vigilant, stay safe. Trust your real memories.

[The e-mail account was deleted soon after sending it this message. The IP address was tracked down to a public library. If asked the person who used the computer signed in as Wakatoshi Ushijima. The truth is that Oikawa had gone out, with his body guard, claiming to want some exercise stopped by the library, quickly copied and pasted the list from a flash drive, and thrown it away as soon as he was done. There was no copy on his personal computer. Once done he headed to his physical therapy appointment. ]

Comments

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie, curled up alone in her penthouse, frowns down at the message on her phone. What, like she ever forgot? She can't forget her departed bandmates any more than she can what Lesedi did to Steven. Pride's a terrible, awful place.

They shouldn't know she thinks so. It takes some effort, but with weak fingers she deletes the e-mail.]

[magic_to_do]

[Well that was a depressing e-mail. And it only touched on those from Pride. Virgo has also had disappearances. Shortly after getting and deleting her own copy of the email, she knocks on Pinkie's door.]

Hey... are you there?

[sailorlaughter]

Oh - yeah, come in!

[Pinkie's laying in bed and doesn't feel like having to walk over to the door right now, tbh. But she's dressed, obviously having been awake for some time.]

[magic_to_do]

[Trucy slips into the room, and moves to lean against the wall facing Pinkie. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she decides on the direct route.]

Did you get that e-mail too?

[sailorlaughter]

Oh...yeah. I think like, everybody got it.

How come?

[magic_to_do]

Whoever sent it was pretty bold, don't you think? I don't know if I'd be that brave...

[sailorlaughter]

Oh, I totally wouldn't! Can't they, like, track that stuff?

[magic_to_do]

I'd be more surprised if they couldn't. But... it does make you think.

[About pretty dangerous things sure. But maybe it's time they thought of dangerous things.]

People keep disappearing and we don't have any idea why...

[sailorlaughter]

Yeah...I mean, they're probably just keeping them someplace, right?

[It makes sense to her. Where else would they have gone?]

[magic_to_do]

Right.

[They have to be somewhere. The alternative is a little too horrible to think about.]

But why are we still here? Instead of them, I mean. What did we do right that made Lesedi want to keep us?

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie considers this, then shrugs.]

I dunno. I haven't talked to her since that one party when we first came. I think it's more about what we didn't do, y'know? At least sometimes...

[She's not sure exactly what some of the people who left did. But she knows they take people when they act out, so...]

[magic_to_do]

[Trucy frowns, but then she nods with a small sigh.]

Yeah. We're selling albums and we never really acted out so there's no reason to get rid of us...

But I sort of wish she'd just tell us what she wants.

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie shrugs.]

Well, it's not MONEY or anything like that. You don't have to do stuff like this for money. We could just be normal musicians and it'd be fine. But I'm reeeeeally really sure this isn't normal.

And who cares what she wants? It's not like we're just gonna give her whatever and get to leave.

[magic_to_do]

I care. If we could figure out what she wanted we'd know why she does all these awful things.

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie shrugs.]

She's still gonna do them anyway. Except worse, 'cause we tried to figure out what she wanted. I don't think she likes to be asked questions.

[magic_to_do]

[She sighs.]

Probably...

But... I'm so sick of waiting around for the next awful thing. At least if I try to figure this out it feels like I'm doing something...

[sailorlaughter]

I guess so. We're gonna be pretty busy soon anyway, with all this touring and stuff. I really don't wanna go on that...

[magic_to_do]

Yeah, it'll be tough with just the three of us....

At least we'll get to travel and see some new places?

[Trying desperately to find a bright side here.]

[sailorlaughter]

I guess that could be fun. We should all try to get out and do something! Like...maybe in disguise, so we can just do it and not sign autographs or anything.

[Pinkie's never been one to mind fans, but everything is just so much lately.]

[magic_to_do]

[Trucy perks right up.]

Oh my gosh, yeah! I've always wanted to see Paris. Oh! And Rome!

[There's nothing wrong with trying to have a little fun sometimes.]

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie perks up. This is much more fun!]

Yeah! And - [Wow, what cities even are there in Europa? Her grip on geography has always been a little fuzzy, and it hasn't gotten better.] - uh, all the other places!