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( 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.
( ♪ )
no subject
[She only raises her voice a little, past the point of numbness is where she is at right now. She's angry with no one but Hinata there for her to take it out on. She's holding her head in her hands.]
Yelling won't get you, me, or the rest of this station anywhere!
no subject
[It's a mutter, just loud enough for her to still be able to hear. And then he regrets it immediately, because he really doesn't want to be alone, not really. Maybe he should be, with the mood he's in, but he can't help but feel like that'll just make it worse.]
Sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean that.
[He keeps his voice low, running a hand through his hair as if that might help him blow off some steam.]
Are you okay?
no subject
She can feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
Don't cry for the fortieth time, Haru. It's doing you no good!]
No, I'm not!
[She slumps down the wall, sitting right in the middle of where the fuck ever. She's so done with this.]
no subject
[Made a girl cry... not cool, Hajime. He's helplessly frustrated by it; it's not his fault his shouting upset her. None of this should have anything to do with him! He doesn't belong here.
Now they're both sitting on the floor, on opposite sides of the corridor. This is fine, this is normal. He's just trying to gather the last strips of his will together, trying to belatedly look a little cool. Like he's not about to snap under the unfairness of it all, the exhaustion, the sleep deprivation he should never have been a part of.
He buries his face in his hands, grinding the heels of his palms against his eyes.]
You haven't been able to sleep either, huh? I don't know if anyone has.
no subject
I haven't slept in what feels like forever. I wasn't sleeping very well in the first place.
[She doesn't move, keeping herself as far away from Hinata as she can. She can't risk making him mad again.]
no subject
Also, he hates to admit even to himself, the sound of her crying mixed with the music itself is really getting on his nerves.]
Sorry, [he says again with a sigh, shoving himself to his feet and managing to only wobble a little. It's a few steps to cross over and drop down beside her. He doesn't really know how to get a girl to stop crying, but Erika hadn't hated him when he'd offered this same thing before, so...]
Hey. Take my hand? Please don't cry.
[He offers it to her, though his shoulders are preemptively hunched, ready for her to reject him. And maybe yell at him again! Because that's exactly how his luck with just about everything has been these days.]
no subject
She's annoying herself at this point, she hates crying.
Her body doesn't tense when he joins her, but she does give his hand a look of confusion. After she shouted at him? What will surprise Hinata is that her tears are momentarily distracted by this offer.
An offer she takes— gingerly placing her hand in his.]
I'm sorry.
no subject
--Of course now that she isn't crying, the music is the loudest thing in his ears again. Quick, say something so it's not just Backstreet Boys. He has to say something, otherwise he'll get absolutely distracted by the intense warmth squeezing his chest. Maybe hand-holding when he's so mentally and emotionally exhausted was a bad idea.]
Me, too, [he says with another sigh, loosening his grip just enough on her hand that while he's still holding it, it'll be easy for her to slip out of whenever she wants.] I just... I hate thinking that we're being watched. That someone's just messing with us. You know? That has to be what it is.
no subject
She swears she is going to hate ever Backstreet Boys album ever made. She hated the now probably fortieth run of "I want it that way", god.]
I do not doubt that. I have had this feeling someone is behind all of those locked doors. Watching us, inflicting all of these horrible misfortunes upon us.
[In turn, she is the one who has the tighter grip on his hand.]
no subject
[He closes his eyes, yet another sigh escaping his lips. That's going to get annoying quick.]
I wish we could get in there and just... I don't even care about fighting them right now, I just want to shut it all off so we can get some rest. Find out why they're doing this and just make it stop.
[His hand tightens around hers again, though he's not really conscious of it. He's just frustrated, with no outlet other than yelling. And now he can't even yell, not without driving Haru away. If he just focuses on her hand... yeah. That's enough, for now.]
no subject
[Haru changes up how they're holding hands, slipping her fingers through the spaces of his. It's more secure this way, she doesn't feel like she's going to disassociate for the probably tenth time today.
If only that actually helped in the face of things.]
I don't think we're going to figure out why. They...they just like messing with us. Giving us hallucinations, harming our friends. They find it funny, I am certain of that.
no subject
I mean... they probably do think it's funny, but there has to be a reason, right? It'd just be... too much, if all of this is totally pointless. If we were home, I might think Hope's Peak's researchers had something to do with it, but...
[And that ties back to the other reason why he was yelling. If this is part of the Project, as he's worried about, then what the hell are all these other people doing here? Hope's Peak is incredible, but even they can't drag people kicking and screaming from other universes. Unless this is all fake, and nobody here is actually real...
He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and just focuses on the warmth of Haru's hand in his. No, there's no way. There's no way... right?]
It can't be forever. We just have... to make it through this without killing each other.
no subject
Hope's Peak would do things like this? Depriving people of their sleep?
[That sounds cruel, even for a school. She remembers Hinata saying it was an honor to be in their regular courses, or something like that.]
We can do it, you don't have to worry about me attempting something like that.
no subject
[Maybe he shouldn't be talking about this, but he's too tired to filter it out. Besides, it's not like he knows any real specifics, anyway. Just guesses and assumptions, thought up in what feels like fever dreams to a background hum of ABBA.
He squeezes her hand again, gives her a rueful smile.]
Me, either.
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[Signing your life away to be studied. That was terrible. Haru thinks Hope's Peak sounds more like a torture lab than anything else.
Hinata's hand really is the only thing keeping her in this conversation.]
I didn't doubt you for a moment, Hajime-kun.
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No, I mean... you volunteer for stuff like that. Tests and experiments and stuff. It's all to study talent, you know? For the sake of mankind's hope.
[No. No. He's not supposed to talk about this. He's not. He clamps his mouth shut and just sighs.]
Well... it's not what's happening here, I don't think. Whoever's doing this... I don't know why they're doing it, I just want it to stop. We didn't volunteer for this.
no subject
[Ah, his hand is being squeezed tighter. Haru just, doesn't understand? She wants to understand though.]
I wish it would go away.
no subject
What kind wouldn't? If you knew you could make a difference, not just for yourself, but for everybody, wouldn't you be willing to do whatever it takes? Instead of just... living a normal life, blocked from standing next to the people you want to stand beside.
[There's just a fundamental difference, and it keeps coming back to everything he's known, everything he's experienced, no longer being the norm. It's starting to piss him off, that he has to constantly justify his way of thinking. Maybe in a more rational frame of mind, he'd be more willing to actually think about it, but right now... that's just too much to ask.]
I just... I want to be the protagonist of my own life story. But this? [He gestures toward the ceiling with his free hand, frustrated. He doesn't know if these hypothetical researchers on this station are even remotely in this direction, or even on the station itself, but he doesn't know where else to point.] This is pointless. This isn't for the hope of mankind at all. It's pointless.
[But there is something he can do, to try to make things better for Haru. It won't help him at all, but... that was never the point, was it? He wiggles his fingers, trying to free his hand.]
Hey... even if I can't stop it, maybe there's a way I can make it quieter. Just a little.
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I lived that life for a long time, Hajime-san. So in that same respect, I took charge of my life and became a Phantom Thief. I'm living the way I want to live now. I won't let anyone direct my story ever again.
[She peers at him.] What I mean to say is that... I get it. You are trying to be the director of your own story. I commend you for that. It's such a hard thing to do when you don't really know what the right choices are going to be. [A bitter laugh.]
But it does feel pointless. All of this. Every minute on this station feels like we're wasting time, doesn't it?
[She wants to help him too, and it's frustrating her.]
How?
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His emotions are wound on a tight enough wire as it is though, and he can't continue that line of thought, lest he crack and just start spilling everything. Nobody wants to clean backstory up off the floor.]
Not every minute, [he says finally, when he trusts his voice not to crack.] Add them all up, and there's more wasted time than not, but...
[Moments like this, he just can't think it's a waste of time.]
Hey. Put your head on my shoulder? That'll... block it out a little.
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She would be ready for him whenever he felt like telling her his backstory, whenever he thought that he could trust Haru enough with that kind of sensitive information.]
Mm, meeting you wasn't wasted time. I can thank the station for giving me another really wonderful friend.
[She doesn't really hesitate. Placing her head on his shoulder. Her eyes close even though she knows it won't bring her any sleep.]