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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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when you put it that way, how could i possibly refuse
[That's sarcasm. That's absolute sarcasm.]
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right
where are you, anyway? i'll bring it for you
[Maybe he can talk him out of whatever stupid idea he has in person? Or just throw the gun at him and go shove his head under a pillow to try to sleep.]
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Ryuji definitely doesn't know.
He's just going to glue his ears shut. That'll work, right?]
If there was a group award for best teammate I'd nominate you into next year man like you're the greatest? Where would I even be without you. A bored, sad mother effer that's where.
Actually where I would be rn would be in the bar
No alcohol left btw
I thopught about it
I really thought about it
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[It's a dumb joke, but it's all Hajime's one or two remaining brain cells can come up with. Anyway he just stares down at his watch for a few minutes, weighing the cost of actually getting up and moving around against actually hanging out and getting some human companionship. He's tired, he's bored, he can't sleep, and he's... really lonely. Soul-crushingly lonely. And somehow, that's making him even more pissed off than he would be listening to someone talk, he thinks. And if Ryuji's thinking of turning to alcohol, maybe he shouldn't be alone, either.
It's a few minutes more until he musters up the willpower to actually, you know, get off his bed and move, but he eventually does get to the bar, wearing his school uniform and mag boots. Look, he might as well be comfortable if he's going to be miserable, right?
He'll just slide in wherever Ryuji's sitting and immediately put his head on the table.]
Tell me your idea.
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So maybe alcohol would work. He could get piss drunk and not care about the sounds swarming around the entire station. If he can't feel his face, he probably doesn't care about the cacophony of absolute bullshit that occurs in the 655th rendition of Sweet Dreams Are Made of Fuck This.
Congrats, Hajime, you're also the first person to actually see him dressed in his monkey pajamas. There was a wild thought that maybe if he dressed the part, then the sleep would come naturally.
Nope.
Nothing worked. Everything was hell. More on the news at 11.]
I'm gonna glue my ears shut.
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What? Sure.
[He'd zoned out, thinking about how comfortable it might be having a nice comfy set of kigurumi, so he just reflexively answers Ryuji's request. He's halfway to taking the gun out of his pocket when his brain finally catches up with what Ryuji had actually said, and if his head wasn't on the table already, he'd have dropped it there again with a groan.]
Wait, no, that is stupid. I'm not letting you glue your ears shut. Idiot.
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Yet here he is, chilling with the hood pulled over and out of his fucking mind and he's all on board for Hajime to start whipping out the biggun's to try and fix this little insomnia ish.]
Shit, I knew I could count on ya.
[And then when he doesn't produce what he's looking for, Ryuji looks him square in the face, and narrows his eyes.]
Tell me why it's a bad idea???
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But while taking care of himself has dropped pretty low on his list of priorities, taking care of his friends is still priority fucking one. So he opens his eyes and just groans.]
We don't have a safe way to get it back out again, for starters. Pouring, what's it called...
[Solve it-- fuck, no, wrong letters in the wrong spots. His hangman's gambit minigame is a fucking nightmare right now.]
Solvent. Pouring that right into your ears is a really bad idea. And it'll probably not cut out the music, anyway.
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If I go deaf, I'll go deaf. I don't really care. At this point, I'll take it if it means at least an hour of sleep.
[What are the stages of grief again? Ryuji's firmly in the bargaining sector of that entire process.]
Hey. Can I be real with you?
Like.
Really real?
[He lowers his voice, cupping a hand around his mouth so that he can whisper into Hajime's ear.]
I think I'm startin' to lose it, man. I keep hearin' the sound of bugs or some shit like that when I close my eyes and it's really startin' to freak me out.
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Ryuji's voice in his ear sends a shiver down his spine, though, Hajime starting to shy away by sliding his head further down the bar. It doesn't work because his body just isn't going with him, but the attempt was made.]
Maybe the bugs are your friends. If there's bugs in your ears, you can't hear the music.
[He's being sarcastic again, a little meaner than usual. He's trying to rein it in as much as he can, but it's just so difficult when he's this tired. The line between things he's saying aloud and things he's just thinking is starting to get really, really blurred.]
We haven't seen any bugs on this station yet. There are... a whole bunch of animals, but no bugs. It's lucky Tanaka's the Super High School Level Animal Breeder and not the Super High School Level.... Bug Breeder?
[It was starting to get away from him near the end, and he knows it.]
I think I read once that hallucinations go along with sleep deprivation. I wonder if I'll get to hear bugs, too...
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Maybe if he were someone like... other people out there in the world, he'd relish in this despair- in this true form of being that's been unleashed as everyone has burned both ends of the candle and meet back up at the middle. But he's not; he's generally still well intentioned and doesn't take Hajime too seriously if he's trying to be actually mean to him. Part of him knows that it's the aggravation of being tortured, and part of him knows that it'll pass, but it doesn't stop him from thinking that he's probably actually, certifiably, going clinically nuts over here.
Buzz, buzz.]
Weedles were always kinda cool. Shootin' poison strings at things and just wreckin' town until they became beautiful lookin' cocoons and then bee...
[His eyebrows furrow.]
Bees, you know? Yeah. Kinda like bees. Like, lotsa bees? Swarming around in a hive and doin' bee shit.
Tanaka? Is that the kid who dropped his panties in front of me? Huh.
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[It sounds familiar, anyway. Then again, Ryuji could be talking about literally anything, and Hajime probably wouldn't be able to discern fact from fiction. It feels like there are letters bouncing around in his head, individual characters of words that just can't quite join together in a logical pattern to make thoughts.
He moves his arms, clasps his hands behind his head and uses his elbows to shield his ears. He doesn't want Ryuji's bees getting in his ears?? That sounds even worse than the music, to tell the truth, in spite of what he'd said earlier.]
What are those bees that fly in a big... ball of bees and kill stuff inside them? Those exist, right?
[They sure do. Where was he going with this? Oh, right. Nowhere.
Wait, what?]
Tanaka did what?
[That gets him to lower one of his defensive arms and just squint at Ryuji, not sure if he heard him right.]
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I don't. What? Dude.
[Slide right past home plate with that thought and tuck himself back into the dugout, because he definitely doesn't want to deal with those implications.]
Did you just get pinged by the word panties.
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[He still doesn't hear any bees. Irrelevant evidence bullet, just gonna ignore that one. Won't help him with this argument. Which... is now about panties??
Hajime just squints at him again, plainly incredulous. Is this a trick question?]
Kind of, yeah? Wouldn't you question it if someone told you somebody you know just dropped their underwear?
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I mean. Kinda depends on the who.
[There are a few choice people that he'd be relatively interested in were this singularity come to pass.
Okay, more than just interested.]
But I guess if you want a third pair, you can have his?
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[He opens his mouth to ask who the who is, but decides he doesn't need that answer. He gets it, kind of. Gundam Tanaka is definitely not one of the people he'd want to see dropping their panties, though.
But also.]
...Are... you saying you picked them up and took them with you?
[If Gundam dropped them, then how... would Hajime get them... unless Ryuji took them.
He squints at him again. He doesn't say it aloud, but maybe it's conveyed in that suspicious stare. Panty thief.]
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[Don't look at him like that. OH GOD... DOES HE THINK THAT HE'S THE TYPE TO WALK UP TO A VENDING MACHINE AND HIT THAT SWEET DISPENSE UNDIES BUTTON, BECAUSE... HE'S NOT.
Probably not, at least. Either way, time to diffuse.]
You jelly, dude?
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His whole face scrunches up, and he groans, burying his face back in his arms. He doesn't LIKE this image associated with Gundam, at all. Maybe if it had been someone else, but Gundam? That pasty, talented chuunibyou??]
I got a third pair when my school uniform turned up in the sink... You washed them, right?
[No, he's really not jelly, at all.]
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Nope. And I'm still wearin' 'em to this day.
[Before squinting at his friend.
Are you for real? You think he'd just wear someone's used underwear!?
I mean. Maybe he would. Don't look at him like that. BUT HE CLEANED THEM??? OVER AND OVER AGAIN??? Dude.]