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Entry tags:
- !mod-event,
- !open,
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
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- belgariad/malloreon: garion irongrip,
- castlevania: adrian ţepeş,
- danganronpa: gundam tanaka,
- dark angel: max guevara,
- dbh: connor,
- dceu: diana prince,
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- devilman crybaby: ryo asuka,
- homestuck: dave strider,
- homestuck: terezi pyrope,
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- 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.
( ♪ )
002
He walks the decks because he has to; he has to move, to roam, to pace their grimy confines because there isn't much else to do. Apollo hates it, this useless restless energy that has no outlet other than mindless movement. They - the collective 'they' of the entire station - shouldn't just be sitting around. Drinking. Playing games. Making stupid network posts. They should be doing something. Doing something to get themselves all of this station once and for all. And maybe if this fucking music would just stop then they might be able to actually think--
The door - Kovacs's door - spins off it's hinges and rebounds roughly off Apollo's shoulder, cutting him off mid-thought. It takes more than a door to knock Apollo off course but he still staggers a little, more surprised than hurt. ]
What the hell, Kovacs? [ Apollo stares at the door, then at Kovacs. Naked Kovacs. He makes a profound effort to keep his eyes up. ]
What's wrong with you?
Re: 002
( did no one else hear this music? did no one else want it to stop? or was everyone here just so fucked up that they thought this was enjoyable? kovacs was about five minutes away from sitting outside in a spacesuit until this shit ended. he'd hit his breaking point and then some. )
I've been in VR torture sessions worse than this!
( that might have been an exaggeration but seriously this was the fucking worst. )
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[ The response is snapped, with a whole lot less amusement than Apollo would usually have for stumbling on something as ridiculous as this. In fact, Apollo is pretty far removed from amused. He's actually livid. ]
There are kids on board, you maniac. [ He snatches up the door as if it's nothing more than cardboard, and tucks it under one arm as he marches towards the other man. With one free hand he shoves Kovacs in the direction of his cabin. ] Get in your room!
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There aren't any fucking kids on board!
( not that he'd seen, at least. )
Don't fucking touch me! Consent, man, do you know it?
( yeah, he was gonna go with that. )
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[ Teenagers are kids, right? Right??
Without waiting to be argued with, Apollo pushes Kovacs (none too gently) back in to his cabin, as if herding a toddler or something equally as naked and violent. He levels a finger at Kovacs. ]
Stay there. I don't care if you put on some clothes, but stay right there.
[ It's an oxymoron, really, considering 'there' just means in the middle of his own room. Because between the nonstop music and the general air of murderous chaos on the station, Apollo has zero time for arguing. He turns his back on Kovacs, all the better to try and (badly) put the door back in to its slot behind them. ]
You can't walk around naked like that, [ He mutters furiously as he attempts to put the door back in to place. ] People get put on lists for that kind of thing. And don't even begin to talk to me about consent...
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(teenagers are teenagers, not kids! there was a difference! besides, it wasn't like he was wandering around the whole station naked. he'd been in his own room, minding his own business until the shit with the door.
you were overreacting, apollo.
something kovacs tries to make clear by smacking that finger out of his face and glaring hard. )
You're not my fucking father so don't act like it.
( and good for apollo for not being his dad considering kovacs had murdered his own father but that was a story for another time. )
I'm not walking around naked, you shit! I barely stepped out of the room before you physically abused me. What the fuck are you doing, leave my door alone.
( he was probably just gonna break the shit again. )
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[ Apollo raised a daughter, he knows how to argue back. And maybe that's one of the worst side-effects of the music mania: Apollo's tendency to nag becomes so, so much worse. He does become a bit of a dad, in a way. He knows that. But it doesn't stop him from throwing a furious look at Kovacs (still naked, for god's sake) over his shoulder while he continues to try and shove the door back in to its place. ]
I'm fixing it, you idiot. [ OBVIOUSLY. If 'fixing' it means just violently jamming it back where it was before. ] So people don't have to look at your naked ass!
[ And, well, the less said about accusations of abuse, the better. Apollo knows better than to let himself be drawn in to that. Chalk it up to heat of the moment and move on... ]
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( fucking please don't, apollo. he's already having enough trouble sleeping without a giant man standing above him, glaring. )
If people don't want to see what I look like, they can look the other way!
i have a real problem with your icons
[ Because apparently now Apollo is the Naked Police*, thanks to this stupid music torture. He turns in a whirlwind (ignoring how the door loudly falls over back in to the corridor without him there to hold it) and glares at Kovacs, gesturing savagely as he points out: ]
Which apparently you still don't fucking have!
[ * not as fun as it sounds ]
lmao i just uploaded that one!
( see, if you'd just been nice, he might have actually put on that stupid fucking jumpsuit but now he wasn't going to do it out of principle.
because he was fucking stubborn. )
If you want me to put on clothes, you fucking make me, you fucking giant.
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Fine!
[ Apollo marches to the nearest set of drawers in Kovacs's room, yanking open the top one so that he can look for a spare set of clothes. Because apparently now this is a thing that a fully grown adult man has to do for another fully grown adult man! Thanks, space! ]
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You're really taking this father thing a little too far.
( again, you did not want comparisons to his dad because that had a shitty end, apollo! )
Put my shit back, you fucking giant. Get out of my room!
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Since when is acting like a normal adult a father thing?
[ Because Kovacs isn't the first to call him out on that, and he probably won't be the worst. Every time someone does it makes Apollo feel that little bit more annoyed with this damn station. And himself. ]
You're naked and you broke your door like a child! [ Yeah. Child. That's what you get for calling him a dad!! ] Nobody wants to see you looking like that! But you've broken your door, haven't you, so I guess nobody has a fucking choice now!
[ He snatches up a spare jump suit from the drawer and throws it at Kovacs's chest. ]
Put it on.
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( maybe even you, apollo, if you weren't so hellbent on trying to be the boss of everyone. yeah, that's right, you were trying to be the boss, you fucking skyscraper.
kovacs grabs the jumpsuit and then tosses it to the ground. )
No.
( like it was going to be that easy, apollo. )
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Put it on, you maniac! Do you want me to force you in to it?
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( kovacs isn't blind, apollo is a fucking fortress but kovacs isn't all that small himself and he will make this shit hard. )
Come on, you fucking egotistical oak tree. Try it.
( just try it. )
omg egotistical oak tree i'm dying
Fine!
[ If this is how it's going to be, then this is how it's going to be. Apollo has sterilised the moon, thrown London Bridge in to the Thames, and executed the president of the United States. And now he's going to put a naked man in a jumpsuit. He snatches up the jumpsuit from the floor and advances on Kovacs threateningly. ]
Damn it, Kovacs, this is your own fault...
Re: omg egotistical oak tree i'm dying
Are you really doing this? You really have nothing better to do than fucking try and put some clothes on me? You need a fucking hobby.
( didn't you have a husband you could go play with? )
Fucking psycho.
( pot. kettle.
as soon as apollo gets close, kovacs throws a punch. the fucker is a giant fucking side of beef but like hell kovacs is just going to stand there. )
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So he lets Kovacs hit him. It registers somewhere dimly in his mind as a Thing That Has Happened but it doesn't deter Apollo. He's been punched before, he'll be punched again, and this particular punch is not going to stop him any time soon. So he reaches out for Kovacs' shoulder, trying to wrestle him (nakedly) in to a headlock. ]
Put it on. [ The words are said between gritted teeth. ] Put the stupid jumpsuit on.
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( kovacs doesn't know how he does it considering apollo is the size of a fucking jetliner but he manages to wriggle away from him and that stupid jumpsuit. at this point, getting into his clothes would be easier but it's the fucking principle.
with his anger fueling him, kovacs reaches down and grabs the frame of his bed, scattering the thin blanket and pillow on the floor and then he just hauls the entire fucking thing at apollo's watermelon sized head.
maybe he'd get lucky an an edge would smack him in the brain or at least mess up his hair. )
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Oi, no use adding to the noise-
[Her words trail off, because she gets to the doorway just in time to see a naked man pick up a whole goddamn bed. Her brain recognizes the situation in pieces - "man", "bed", "naked", then finally, "oh shit he's throwing it".]
What the hell is going on? [She bursts in, a small hurricane of confrontation.]
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At Clara's interruption he turns, wheeling in surprise and breathless with dying rage. He takes a moment, biting back the dizzy, delirious anger. ]
Clara... [ She's smaller than she looked on the network. Although, faced with her indignation suddenly Apollo feels just a fraction smaller himself. The anger subsides, replaced with something a little bit like embarrassment. ] Hey.
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fucking unfair. he watches his bed splinter and actually fucking wrap around apollo like a fucking scarf and all he can really do is stand there and stare.
he's just about to launch himself at apollo one more time when another voice pipes up near the door and kovacs stops in his tracks.
it occurs to him that attacking apollo now, while he was distracted, might have worked but he doesn't. this seems kind of ridiculous now. )
We were having a disagreement.
( an understatement. )
Apollo doesn't agree with my choice of attire.
( or lack thereof. )
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I'm not sure most people would. [She finally turns towards him, keeping her eyes firmly on his, trying to ignore any... bits.] Put on the jumpsuit, Kovacs.
[Said 100% as though she's speaking to a twelve-year-old who's chewing gum in her class.]
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Oh my god -- thank you.
[ See, Kovacs!! ]
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