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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.
( ♪ )
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[In a moment of impulsiveness, Minato shuffles around to rest his head on Alucard's leg.]
But I agree, my taste is vastly superior.
[He cracks the smallest smile.]
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I suppose you have a point, but I think I would still prefer your selection.
[And it's honestly worth it, even to see him smile a little.]
If you'd like, I could be a wolf right now.
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[Well, unless Alucard wanted to listen to Minato's music in one ear, and Cher's "Believe" in the other. Entirely up to him.
He contemplates the offer for a moment. That would be significantly more fluffy and comfortable for laying, but...]
Can you still talk?
[Not that he needed to have the constant attention and whatnot that talking entailed, but at the same time, today? Yeah. Kind of a little bit more than usual.]
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[And it would be nice to have company with someone who could stand to look at him after this madness is done. At the moment, Alucard isn't feeling particularly confident in his standing with others considering what he's said and done thus far.]
No, unfortunately. I am self-aware, but I have no way to speak.
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[He was pretty comfortable, and Alucard's voice was weirdly soothing?? He didn't want to force him to talk if he didn't want to, though... he had no idea how Alucard was feeling from all of this drama, maybe he just wanted to quietly sit. Normally that'd be just as much Minato's jam, but he was just, ugh, feeling so needy in between feeling absolutely nothing at all.]
Sorry. I'm not usually like this.
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You owe me no apology.
To be honest, it is... pleasant to be wanted. A rare occasion, it seems.
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[He admits, appreciating Alucard's touch despite himself. He was the Leader, the stoic one, the one that always had an ear to listen with and a shoulder to cry on — the one that stayed strong no matter what the situation, a pillar for the team and those who befriended him... but right now, he just felt helpless and vulnerable. Feelings he'd rarely ever entertain if he could help it. It causes him to shudder very gently, the pain in his chest making it feel like his heart would just burst out. It was like... everything he'd been repressing all this time was fighting to spill out, when he wasn't just shutting everything out completely.]
I really appreciate it. You're good company.
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[There's a difference between being a savior because one is forced to as opposed to being slotted as a leader for a group, being needed personally. A soldier is faceless, known for action, little for his kindness.
If he can be gentle now, then he will not refuse it.]
And you as well. Despite the music this station has chosen, you are quiet to be around. With so many who are loud, it is a relief, truthfully.
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[His eyes fall closed and he wiggles just a little bit, getting more comfortable. If it weren't for the loud, blaring music, he was comfortable enough where he was, here in Alucard's presence, that he might've just plain fallen asleep.]
I'm glad I can be of at least some service in this state.
[Minato opens his eyes again and adjusts himself so he could look up at Alucard, the relaxing tones of Spice Girl's "Wannabe" too loud for him to be in a position of drifting off for too long.]
...What was it like, where you're from? If you don't mind me asking.
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[For a moment, he smiles, not minding the little wiggling. He waits, letting Minato get comfortable before he pets back his hair again.
The question gives him pause, then Alucard slowly exhales.]
There are many sides of Wallachia, both beautiful and wretched.
It has a rich history, and the world full of potential. Like any place, there are people who believe in the best of each other, trying to learn how to be better either through science or magic. hen there are people ugly within who act based on lies, superstition, power, or fear who are eager to blame others for the trouble in their lives. To assume the worst.
There are other creatures of the night not unlike me: more vampires, demons, goblins, and so on. Most of them answer to one being, the most powerful vampire of them all.
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Is it Dracula?
[It's asked so quickly, without hesitation, that it seems as though Minato was probably trying to make a joke.]
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Yes.
[For him, it's no joke.]
My father, in fact. Vlad Dracula Ţepeş.
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[There's a slight hint of surprise to Minato's features — he hadn't expected his guess to be right. He was just trying to make a small funny about the most popular literary vampire there was...]
What's he like?
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He was... strict. But not unfair. Eager to share his knowledge with his son. For all of his life, a son born with a wife was a first for him, I think. My father loved his family, and would do anything to protect it.
But he was also tired. Skeptical of the outside world. He didn't trust humans. He had little reason to until he met my mother.
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[He pauses for a moment, before the thought that was bubbling at the top of his brain comes spilling out.]
...What do you think about humans? About humanity? Like you said, there are those who are good, and those are bad... does one outweigh the other?
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There are times in which I am impatient, because I remember their capacity for cruelty. But they have just as much ability to be wonderful. I am part of both worlds, and yet neither.
It is much the same here. I have a handful of understanding people in my life that I value immensely. Then there are others quick to assume the worst. Is it not the same anywhere, though? If humans were not given the chance to thrive, there would be fewer people like my mother, or you. And that chance should be important.
Yet, I cannot forget what has happened because of them.
Ultimately, how I feel makes no difference.
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[Minato's expression is... odd. Multilayered in ways that were hard to quite understand, almost sort of sorrowful at its core — kind of like this must have some sort of important meaning to him.]
Humanity might have its worst among its best, perhaps even in higher quantities, and it might desire destruction... but there's enough good people out there that it deserves the chance to thrive, regardless of how some people may feel, or act. Good people deserve the world, even if the bad people want to take it away from them.
[There are tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, emotion welling in his chest, and he hates it. He hates feeling vulnerable, so why was he even talking about this? Minato couldn't help himself, for whatever reason; it was on his mind now, and it was like his mind was just regurgitating thoughts before he had a chance to filter it all out.]
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[And that's how his mother must have seen it. Even in her dying screams, she begged Alucard to be better than them. That, ultimately, they did not understand what they were doing.
If there are more like the people he's met here, like his mother, then isn't it worth it to give them a chance?]
Thank you, for speaking of this with me. [Gently, he combs his fingers through Minato's hair.] I'm glad to have met you, Minato. For the short time we've had together.
How terrible it is that I wish my stay here would be prolonged.
[But there must be an end to it.]
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I'm glad I met you, too.
[Sometimes even the shortest of encounters could be profound, in some ways. Actually, one of the people that had most influenced his world view had only been with him a few months before he'd died...]
You have important things left to do where you're from, I gather.
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I have a strict timeline I am attempting to meet. Less than ten months to go.
[He does not judge the tears that Minato has. Alucard keeps it quiet, like a secret.]
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[That has him thinking, actually... does him being here affect the state of the Seal he'd placed? He'd exchanged his life for defeating Nyx, had held on just long enough to fulfill his promise... but here he was, on this station, alive and well again. Anxiety bubbles in his chest, and he swallows hard — ah, but wait. If Ren and Ryuji and their other friends were well and fine, though... then maybe it was okay...?]
The world will spin on just fine without me, I think.
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[He says it without thinking, and inwardly hits himself for it.]
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Would you be willing to explain?
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...I'm not sure.
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