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reveriemod) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-01 07:57 pm
Entry tags:
- !mod-event,
- !open,
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- angel sanctuary: sakuya kira,
- belgariad/malloreon: garion irongrip,
- castlevania: adrian ţepeş,
- danganronpa: gundam tanaka,
- dark angel: max guevara,
- dbh: connor,
- dceu: diana prince,
- devilman crybaby: akira fudo,
- devilman crybaby: ryo asuka,
- homestuck: dave strider,
- homestuck: terezi pyrope,
- kingdom hearts: aqua,
- marvel comics: kamala khan,
- mcu: daisy johnson,
- mcu: elektra natchios,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- original: haruto saitou,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- persona: haru okumura,
- persona: jun kurosu,
- persona: minato arisato,
- persona: ren amamiya,
- persona: yusuke kitagawa,
- star wars: bodhi rook,
- star wars: revan,
- stormlight archives: jasnah kholin,
- the expanse: josephus miller,
- the expanse: prax meng,
- the fall: arid,
- the last ship: mike slattery,
- tinker tailor soldier spy: ricki tarr,
- wildstorm comics: midnighter,
- wktd: jupiter,
- wktd: venus,
- xcu: erik lehnsherr,
- xcu: hank mccoy,
- xcu: raven darkholme,
- xcu: rogue
( 003 » ENSEMBLE ) party time.
» WHO? Everyone
» WHEN? July 1 to July 8
» WHERE? Entire Station
» WHAT? 168 hours of being forced to listen to cheesy music on repeat…
» WARNINGS? the mundane and slightly ridiculous becoming terrible, cheesy pop music, forced sleep deprivation, anger, loss of control, emotions, potential for stabbing, hallucinations, mania, memory loss, confusion, seizures, depression.
It starts in the mess hall and it starts slowly. At first, it can barely be heard over the conversations that are happening but as the volume increases, it becomes apparent that music is playing. Not just any music: characters from Earth will recognise these pop hits from the 70s, 80s and 90s. They’re the kind of hits one might find on a Spotify playlist titled “Top 100 Cheesy Hits” or “Songs To Sing To In The Shower”. Power ballads. Boy bands. Girl bands. Woodstock.
Soon, the music can be heard all across the station, blasting from every speaker, audible in every room. Characters who were asleep in their quarters will be woken by the music’s volume, characters under the shower might want to start singing along (but remember, the walls might just be thin enough for the neighbours to hear) and if characters clear some chairs, there’s enough space in the bar for an impromptu dance floor.
Some characters have been working on improving the replicators, too, so while the alcohol supplies at the bar are dwindling and all but gone, the replicators are now capable of making something that’s palatable, even if it’s not quite up to scratch.
What’s the harm in having some fun? It’s just a little music, right?
It’s just a little music, right? And it is — but it just won’t seem to stop. The first few hours may have been entertaining, at least for those who did not get woken up by the sound of decades (centuries, even) in the past, but the music keeps going long past the point of entertainment.
After two hours, the songs start repeating. After six hours, they’re still playing. After twelve? Still playing. Twenty-four? Still playing.
Sleep becomes all but impossible as the music keeps playing loudly in every room and every corridor of the station. Attempts to shut it down prove unsuccessful.
Forty-eight hours later, the music is still playing.
Characters will begin to suffer the effects of sleep deprivation, in addition to the general irritation that might come from hearing the same two hours worth of cheesy pop songs on a loop: headaches, exhaustion, tremors, irritability and confusion to begin with, followed by lapses in memory, muscle aches, malaise, violent behaviour, hallucinations or mania as cognitive effects set in, possibly also seizures and depression.
And still, the music keeps playing.
The music and the sleep deprivation it causes are the reason for many of the symptoms people are feeling, but something is happening that goes even beyond the music, beyond the lack of sleep: something has changed about the food replicators.
The food is slowly getting better, for one, thanks to a group of individuals who’ve been working on improving them. Beyond that, however, imperceptible, the composition of the food comes with something extra -- namely heightened emotions. Whatever causes it, it’s in the water, too.
Those who are already angry feel angrier and have a harder time controlling that anger. Those who are already sad feel sadder and have a harder time not bursting into tears. Those who are already apathetic feel more apathetic and have a harder time prompting themselves to so much as move. The effect holds for all emotions, heightening them, making them harder to control or counteract. Impulses become action far more quickly than usual. Irritation at the music may become anger at the person singing along under their breath and that, in turn, may lead to someone getting stabbed with a plastic fork.
It’s nearly impossible to keep a cool head, though some people seem more affected than others.
OOC: This part of the plot is completely opt-in. Whatever characters are feeling will be heightened and strengthened and their impulse control lowered. Make sure to get ooc permission for any stabby action of comparable deeds, and keep in mind that non-con is prohibited in game.
After 168 hours, the music stops. Whatever was in the water and the food is gone again, meaning characters may never know it was there in the first place. After all, some of the effects of it could have been down to the sleep deprivation as well…
Still, there’s something off about the whole thing. It might seem like someone is watching them. Toying with them. But surely that’s just paranoia, right?
In the aftermath of sleep deprivation and poor impulse control, characters might want to get some sleep or try to mend those relationships that were damaged by careless words or people getting creative with the cutlery.
Please remember to put warnings in subject lines if so required.
» WHEN? July 1 to July 8
» WHERE? Entire Station
» WHAT? 168 hours of being forced to listen to cheesy music on repeat…
» WARNINGS? the mundane and slightly ridiculous becoming terrible, cheesy pop music, forced sleep deprivation, anger, loss of control, emotions, potential for stabbing, hallucinations, mania, memory loss, confusion, seizures, depression.
0 0 1 » LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED
It starts in the mess hall and it starts slowly. At first, it can barely be heard over the conversations that are happening but as the volume increases, it becomes apparent that music is playing. Not just any music: characters from Earth will recognise these pop hits from the 70s, 80s and 90s. They’re the kind of hits one might find on a Spotify playlist titled “Top 100 Cheesy Hits” or “Songs To Sing To In The Shower”. Power ballads. Boy bands. Girl bands. Woodstock.
Soon, the music can be heard all across the station, blasting from every speaker, audible in every room. Characters who were asleep in their quarters will be woken by the music’s volume, characters under the shower might want to start singing along (but remember, the walls might just be thin enough for the neighbours to hear) and if characters clear some chairs, there’s enough space in the bar for an impromptu dance floor.
Some characters have been working on improving the replicators, too, so while the alcohol supplies at the bar are dwindling and all but gone, the replicators are now capable of making something that’s palatable, even if it’s not quite up to scratch.
What’s the harm in having some fun? It’s just a little music, right?
( ♪ )
0 0 2 » I WANT OFF THIS RIDE
It’s just a little music, right? And it is — but it just won’t seem to stop. The first few hours may have been entertaining, at least for those who did not get woken up by the sound of decades (centuries, even) in the past, but the music keeps going long past the point of entertainment.
After two hours, the songs start repeating. After six hours, they’re still playing. After twelve? Still playing. Twenty-four? Still playing.
Sleep becomes all but impossible as the music keeps playing loudly in every room and every corridor of the station. Attempts to shut it down prove unsuccessful.
Forty-eight hours later, the music is still playing.
Characters will begin to suffer the effects of sleep deprivation, in addition to the general irritation that might come from hearing the same two hours worth of cheesy pop songs on a loop: headaches, exhaustion, tremors, irritability and confusion to begin with, followed by lapses in memory, muscle aches, malaise, violent behaviour, hallucinations or mania as cognitive effects set in, possibly also seizures and depression.
And still, the music keeps playing.
( ♪ )
0 0 3 » THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE WATER
The music and the sleep deprivation it causes are the reason for many of the symptoms people are feeling, but something is happening that goes even beyond the music, beyond the lack of sleep: something has changed about the food replicators.
The food is slowly getting better, for one, thanks to a group of individuals who’ve been working on improving them. Beyond that, however, imperceptible, the composition of the food comes with something extra -- namely heightened emotions. Whatever causes it, it’s in the water, too.
Those who are already angry feel angrier and have a harder time controlling that anger. Those who are already sad feel sadder and have a harder time not bursting into tears. Those who are already apathetic feel more apathetic and have a harder time prompting themselves to so much as move. The effect holds for all emotions, heightening them, making them harder to control or counteract. Impulses become action far more quickly than usual. Irritation at the music may become anger at the person singing along under their breath and that, in turn, may lead to someone getting stabbed with a plastic fork.
It’s nearly impossible to keep a cool head, though some people seem more affected than others.
OOC: This part of the plot is completely opt-in. Whatever characters are feeling will be heightened and strengthened and their impulse control lowered. Make sure to get ooc permission for any stabby action of comparable deeds, and keep in mind that non-con is prohibited in game.
( ♪ )
0 0 4 » AFTERMATH
After 168 hours, the music stops. Whatever was in the water and the food is gone again, meaning characters may never know it was there in the first place. After all, some of the effects of it could have been down to the sleep deprivation as well…
Still, there’s something off about the whole thing. It might seem like someone is watching them. Toying with them. But surely that’s just paranoia, right?
In the aftermath of sleep deprivation and poor impulse control, characters might want to get some sleep or try to mend those relationships that were damaged by careless words or people getting creative with the cutlery.
( ♪ )
terezi pyrope | ota
A. first day
4R3 YOU K1DD1NG M3
TH1S 1S SUCH BL4T4NT HUM4N F4VOR1T1SM
WH3R3 1S TH3 TROLL MUS1C???
WH3R3 4R3 TH3 4LT3RN14N TUN3S????
1 D3M4ND TROLL M1CH43L J4CKSON TH1S 1NST4NT
TH1S SP4C3 ST4T1ON 1S 4 FUCK1NG N1GHTM4R3
B. second day
OH MY GOD
OK4Y SO TH1S W4S FUNNY TH3 F1RST COUPL3 OF T1M3S BUT 1T'S NOT STOPP1NG
1F 1 H4V3 TO L1ST3N TO "DON'T STOP B3L13V1NG" BY HUM4N B4ND JOURN3Y ON3 MOR3 T1M3
1 4M GO1NG TO GO COMPL3T3LY OUT OF MY FUCK1NG GOURD
DO3S 4NYON3 KNOW HOW TO STOP TH1S?
OR, B4RR1NG TH4T, TURN TH3 VOLUM3 DOWN?
W3'V3 GOT 4 LOT OF T3CH S4VYY P3OPL3 H3R3
W3 C4N'T 4LL B3 STUCK L1ST3N1NG TO TH1S FOR J3GUS KNOWS HOW LONG
SUR3LY SOM3BODY'S GOT 4N 1D34
C. fifth day
OHHHHHHHHHH MYGOD
PL34S3
1'M SO T1R3D
1 JUST W4NT TO SL33P
WHY 1S TH1S H4PP3N1NG?
D1D 1 DO SOM3TH1NGTO D3S3RV3 TH1S
FUCK
M4N
1F K4RK4T C4N DO 1T
SO C4NN 1?
H3 W3NT 4 WHOL3 30 D4YS W1THOUT SL33P1NG ONC3
NOT ONC3!
WHO 3V3N DO3S THAT?
FUCK!!!
TH1S 1S NOTH1NGGGGGGGgggggzsdffgggggggg
[The rest of the post is filled up with nothing but lowercase Gs, repeating. It seems she nodded off while typing and accidentally hit send in her sleep.]
D. wake me up when september ends
[She said it before, and she'll say it again: this station is a fucking nightmare.
Or, it would be, if Terezi could just get to sleep.
She's so tired. She wants to rest. Every time she passes out for a few brief, beautiful moments, a new song starts blaring at max volume over the speakers and startles her into consciousness.
Food is a necessity; she doesn't particularly want to eat, but she knows she's got to if she wants any chance of surviving this stupidity. She staggers down to the mess hall, stumbling and bumping into walls in a sleep-deprived haze. Like an utter zombie, she punches in the command to order herself a bowl of troll-style breakfast, and wearily trudges to one of the tables to take a seat. She turns to face people as they walk in for food, blearily waving good morning--
--and then slumps face first into her bowl of fake space grubflake cereal.
Somebody please help her before she drowns in synthetic musclebeast milk. It's a very undignified way to go.]
0 0 3 » THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE WATER [locked to Venus]
[Terezi knocks on Venus's door. She's wrapped in her dorm-issued blankets and has as many pillows as she's managed to find stuffed under her arms.
She's desperate. She's exhausted. She's nodded off at least three times in the past five minutes, only to be woken by the sweet dulcet tones of Bonnie Tyler crooning the lyrics of the 1983 hit "Total Eclipse of the Heart." This is the fucking worst.
Between the sleep deprivation and the yawning chasm of depressed nothing clawing at her mind, Terezi knows she's at her breaking point. She knows she's at the edge of making some kind of very poorly thought out and self-destructive decision, and she has to do something to stop herself from replicating fifty bowls of sweet sundae ramen and eating herself into a diabetic coma.]
Hey! Are you there?
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okay, well, everyone is. yeah. you got her there! but she's pretty sure not everyone has- well, you know!! so she's alternating pacing around her room, and sitting on the bed she shares with jupiter, and lying down for a few seconds before she starts thinking of jupiter and WELL THEN TIME TO START PACING AGAIN.
she's not going to last through this. how long can human beings live without sleep? how long can the devil? she's actually holding up pretty okay compared to some people, but hooooly crap is it coming at a price. her stomach is just wrecked. it's being nervous but a thousand times worse and also she can HEAR her heartbeat? that's not good?? maybe she should lay off the caffeine. but then she starts drifting off, and that's not good either, so she just sort of keeps drinking, and-
there's a knock at the door. venus springs off her bed, only slamming into one wall on the way before she flings open the door dramatically. her button-up is unbuttoned; it's painfully clear like this that she's not wearing an undershirt. her hair is mussy. her cheeks are flushed. she looks equal parts radiant and indecent. ]
Oh my god. [ this is definitely not jupiter. she runs a hand through her hair, noting absently that it makes the gap in her shirt spread just a bit wider before dropping down to fiddle with the buttons. ] Uh. Hey there! Wow. Uh. Hi, Terezi.
[ there, that's like... two buttons. not matched with the right one on the other side. she smiles at terezi, equal parts embarassment and dorky enthusiasm with a healthy side of "out of breath from coffee-based stimulants." ]
Whaaaat's up?
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Something sparks in the back of her mind, the bare beginnings of the idea that hey, maybe she should come back another time, and then she just sort of. Topples over.
Sliiiiiiides.
To the floor.
She crumples into a blanket burrito heap, her face smashed into her pillow. Her voice comes out muffled and desperate.]
Venus. Venus. You've got to help me. Can I come in?
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Oh. Uh. Sure? I mean, it's probably not very comfy. Haha. [ she backs away from the door, giving terezi more than enough room to just... make her way in?? also, she's definitely not buttoning that top. buttons can fuck off right now. ] What's up? Is this, uh. A frog thing?
[ she doesn't really know why she asked that?? ]
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Very, very slowly, Terezi starts to inchworm her way into Venus's room.]
No. [scoot] Yes. [scoot] A little. [scoot] But only tangentially.
[Having successfully managed to flop her way inside, Terezi then proceeds to struggle to arrange her limbs in a vague approximation of being upright. She looks at Venus what she is hoping is straight on but it actually 45 degrees to the right -- and then freezes.
When creating this "cunning" "plan," Terezi never got this far. She had only thought "get to someone else's room" and that was basically the extent of that. All she had known at the time was that she was sinking into that quagmire of emotion and then the rare impulse to get help managed to cross her mind like a lone cop trying to direct traffic after an 18-wheeler crashes into a school and blocks the highway. She had no idea how she is going to ask for the help. what the fuck was this simile.]
Do you remember that conversation we had? Not just the frogs, but the stuff before?
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-frogs? Sorry, uh. Before frogs. [ processing- ] Nicolas Cage?
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[Oh fuck. Oh no. Is she going to have to explain moiraillegiance again? It's one thing to do it as a friendly cultural exchange -- another entirely to do it as a lead up to propositioning for a pale one night stand. She can only hope that Venus remembers the basics of how it works. She might actually die of sheer, unfiltered embarrassment if she has to go through this again right now.]
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[ sorry, terezi. she remembers... most of it? not all of it. but like, just enough?? ]
What about it?
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Moirallegiance is only the most important of the troll relationships. It's half the reason the Alternian Empire mananaged to function at all. And all Venus has to say is what about it???
Terezi sure knows how to pick them. Holy fuck.]
I just want to talk, you know? Get some stuff off my chest? Just a little? [oh god. she's losing her nerve.] It's okay if you don't want to, though. I totally get it! If you've got someone else, or... or something... [fuck fuck fuck. abort mission. abort mission]
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a
[ This is a very important message to get out before he loses his texting ability to complete motor dysfunction. ]
Is troll Michael Jackson dead too? jw
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TH3 TH1NG W1TH WH1CH YOU 4R3 T4K1NG 1SSU3 1S MY SP3LL1NG
L34RN TH3 D1FF3R3NC3 B3FOR3 G3TT1NG SM4RT W1TH M3
4ND Y3S, H3'S D34D
4S 4R3 MOST TROLLS FROM MY HOM3 PL4N3T
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But instead of admitting that, how about nah. ]
Don't have to shout it either.
That's rough buddy. Was it like a Krypton thing and you're their Last Hope? Is there a human "you" like there is a troll Michael Jackson?
I have
so many questions
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A WONDERFUL DAY FOR EVERYONE]
WH4T 4R3 YOU T4LK1NG 4BOUT
TH1S *1S* MY 1NS1D3 VO1C3
WOW THOS3 SUR3 4R3 SOM3 R3F3R3NC3S YOU'R3 M4K1NG TH4T 1'M 3XP3CT3D TO KNOW
1F TH3R3 1S 4 HUM4N M3 SH3'S PROB4BLY D34D TOO!
S331NG 4S HOW 4LPH4 4ND B3T4 34RTHS 4R3 JUST FUCK3D
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No idea about an alpha or beta Earth. Can confirm that Earth is still there cuz I kinda shot god in the face to make sure it stayed that way.
[ Finger guns, ur welcome ]
d.
Then he sees Terezi probably about to drown in her... milk.
Immediately, he goes to her side and pulls her head out of the bowl.]
Terezi?
[look he'll even be a gentleman and try to towel off your face]
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AAAAAAAaaaaaoh. It's you.
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Surprise.
[His tone is incredibly flat. Alucard gently shoves the towel into her face.]
Exhausted as most of the others, I take it.
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[Terezi docilely lets the towel plop over her face. Then, she slooooowly reaches up, takes it, and starts to scrub at her face.]
How did you -- [she interrupts herself with a huge yawn, wide and toothy and exhausted] -- how did you ever guess.
[She blearily looks up at him (and she actually gets it right this time, facing him dead on).] How you holding up? Because I'm dying. I want to die. Wow, these past few days have sucked.
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[It's a cheeky answer to give her, but it felt right. Gently, he smooths her hair back from her face.]
I can manage to skip sleep for a period of time. It's mostly hearing the repeated music has been aggravating, but I can manage it.
If you... would like. You can attempt to use my coffin. It isn't perfect in soundproofing, but it may help.
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Oh my god. Why do you have a coffin? Is everything okay? Is somebody threatening you. Is this somebody's idea of a threat. I'll fight them. I'll fight them for you, okay? Just say the word and I have your back. I've killed people for less.
[*~*cultural vampire differences*~*]
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Flattered as I am that you would fight and kill for me, I'm fine. [Alucard smiles wryly.]
I didn't mean to alarm you. Vampires normally sleep in coffins where I am from; deep underground in a coffin was the simplest way to guard us from the sun without being necessarily investigated by a curious wanderer.
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[She goes quiet, trying to absorb this new information. It takes her a few moments longer than usual, the sleep deprivation making her thoughts a jumble in her head.]
That tracks, I guess. It just seems unnecessarily theatrical. But sometimes trolls throw corpse parties when somebody dies, so. Who am I to judge? If it works, it works.
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D.
Whoa she looked like she actually was not going to keep breathing at that rate.
Aymeric reached across with relative ease given his lanky height, and pushed on Terezi's shoulder a bit frantically, trying to rouse her.]
Young mistress, are you quite alright??
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In response to his question, she manages to croak out a very wry:] Never better.
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Here, please. How you even managed to lose consciousness with this racket is quite impressive, I'll admit.