( 003 » ENSEMBLE ) party time.

[reveriemod]

» 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.

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?

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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.

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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.

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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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Please remember to put warnings in subject lines if so required.

Comments

[warfares]

[ He'll allow it, at least for the moment, since mustering the energy to protest is exactly too much effort right now. ] The last person inside my head wound up bisected by a lightsaber.

[ Conversational, like they're discussing the weather. ]

Mercifully he seems to have kept to whatever Force-forsaken Hell he landed in. May he rot there.

[warcried]

[ probably unsurprisingly, given that it's darth revan leaning against him, the older man doesn't even tense at the comment, instead making a noise that sounds vaguely interested. ] Who was he?

[ honestly, it's probably a more sensible response than what revan had done with the person in his head. he'd married bastila in the end, after all-- though there are times in which he worries that they simply cling to one another because they're too closely entwined and too mutually damaged to be apart. ]

[warfares]

Nobody you know. [ ㅡobviously.

More than that what he means is that it's nobody Revan need concern himself with, since for all his power and knowing, Snoke had been arrogant and foolish, and had died in the way all arrogant and foolish beings did: violently. ]

My Master, [ he adds, after a moment, for context. ]

Ironic, given his disdain for the Sith and for their ways.

[warcried]

Obviously, [ he echoes the thought, lips quirking faintly in spite of himself. four-thousand years between them will do that, really.

he falls silent again as ren elaborates, though, letting the quiet stretch between them until it almost seems as if he's fallen asleep. at last, though, he speaks up again, something a little darkly amused in his tone. ] Disdained the Sith, but it sounds as if he died like one anyway. [ betrayed and destroyed by an apprentice. ]

[warfares]

Wise men are generally blind to that which is right under their nose, [ he agrees, and if there's something that pleases more than the satisfaction of seeing Snoke dead it's that killing him brought an end to all his schemes and ambitions. A small, petty pleasure perhaps, but one he had more than owned. ]

And I am far smarter than I seem. You'd do well to remember that.

[warcried]

[ in spite of himself, revan snorts, then has to choke back a laugh. ] Are you telling me you think you look unintelligent? You do seem to be the big, brawny type. Like Alek. .. He had a hard time dealing with me sometimes, too. [ and he's so sleep-deprived that the thought is a little hysterical. it's abruptly a struggle to keep the laughter down, and the effort of doing so trembles through his shoulders and chest as he crooks a finger over his mouth.

he sucks in a breath when he's satisfied he has control again, still left smiling a little. ]

Anyway, you wouldn't have lived this long if you weren't clever, even in a galaxy that's changed as much as it has in your time.

[warfares]

With your sparkling personality? [ he deadpans: ] Surely not.

I'm alive because I'm too stubborn to die. [ That's really what it comes down to, isn't it? All the power and cunning in the galaxy means nothing if you don't have the sheer spite to keep going.

And if there was one thing Kylo Ren had by the shuttle-load, it was spite. ]

I'm going to kill whoever did this, and if they're lucky, I'll only use my bare hands.

[warcried]

I'll have you know I can be very charming when I have a reason to be. [ though he admittedly doesn't generally see much use for it. he's generally pleasant enough without laying it on like that.

he shifts, stretching his legs out and crossing booted ankles with a hum. ]

You'll have to get in line. [ his fists curl in his lap, going a little white-knuckled as he stares down at them. ] I was-- this close to losing control at times. [ really losing control. if he'd had a little less strength of will.. he doesn't want to think about what might have happened, what people would have had to do to stop him. ]

[warfares]

I know. [ It had been difficult to miss that churning presence in the Force ㅡ not so much a void in space as the calm before a storm. ]

I was on my way to the Observation Deck but was waylaid. [ The hand on his knee is a mess of bruises, skin raw and abraded; the pain a steady, persistent throb. ] Must've alarmed the natives.