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reveriemod ([personal profile] reveriemod) wrote in [community profile] reverielogs2018-07-01 07:57 pm

( 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.





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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[personal profile] unshielding 2018-07-04 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Steve feels lost. He can't help anyone like this. They've been stuck here for months and they're no closer to finding a way home for any of them. It's been weighing on him for a while, but without sleep, it comes to the forefront of his mind and he can't get it to rest.

He's been seeing things again--seeing Peggy--and he knows she's not really here, but he can't help feeling a sinking, horrible loss every time she's gone again.

When he looks at Clary, he sees Peggy. That's why he'd approached her and that's how he finds his back against the wall. He hadn't even put up a fight.
]

How are you real?
creatio: (sixty-seven.)

[personal profile] creatio 2018-07-09 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
( She sees Steve's expression on Sebastian's face. It looks so wrong, too gentle, and Clary bares her teeth and presses the pencil a little harder. Not enough to draw blood, but enough that she feels she can defend herself. )

Don't.

( There's agony in the word, which is at odds to how she often felt about the other boy. She hated him for the things he'd done, she had. He'd killed so many people, helped Valentine take her mother away, twisted everything into knots.

And yet, he'd been her brother. That look on his face reminds her of that.
)

Don't. You're the one who isn't real. You died.
Edited (why subject line why) 2018-07-09 17:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] unshielding 2018-07-13 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her words do nothing to break the illusion that it's Peggy here. They fit all too well and it tears him up inside, because she's not real. She can't be real, but then why can he feel her this time? How can he feel that pencil if no one's really holding it?

There's no fight in him. There can't be for Peggy any more than he'd been able to fight Bucky once his mission had been accomplished.
]

I did what I had to do.

[ There's so much broken remorse in his voice. Steve's a man of regret. He's missed so many details, lost so many chances with the people he's loved most. He doesn't know how to be any other way. ]
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[personal profile] creatio 2018-07-25 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck you.

( Her head is spinning, her thoughts strung out and confused. For a moment she wonders if he's poisoned her, because she can't quite focus on anything. Rage swirls inside of her along with a slow and sickly kind of exhaustion. )

How many people are dead because of you, huh? How many people have you hurt because you had to? You had a choice!
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[personal profile] unshielding 2018-07-29 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Steve's so tired. They could be arguing about anything, but his mind wanders to the biggest wells of guilt to fill in the blanks. It looks for the open sores in his heart and mind where pain already festers. ]

If I'd made different choices, more people would have died!

[ Because he knows. He's not blind to the destruction he brings when buildings are knocked down by aliens that he's fighting or when entire cities are dropped from the sky. He's not blind to the fact that even during the war, he'd killed men who weren't all proud card-carrying Nazis. People die in wars, but it's the civilian casualties that weigh on him the most.

The women and children who'd tried to stay safe and failed. The men he couldn't save. That's what weighs on Steve's heart. He couldn't even save Bucky in the end.
]
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[personal profile] creatio 2018-07-30 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

( Sebastian plays tricks, that's what he does. But the words coming out of the vision's mouth don't add up. He's killed so many people, probably more than Clary has known about, and in her mind there's only killing or not killing. Had he chose to live a different life, the sum would have been smaller.

She blinks, fingers loosening as the pencil gets drawn back. Clary's feet stumble when she puts space between them, heart pounding. She's being messed with, but her head is too fuzzy to figure it out.
)

What are you doing?
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[personal profile] unshielding 2018-08-02 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes I don't know anymore.

[ It's hard to admit that. Maybe he only does it because it's Peggy. She'd never held back with him, but she also hadn't worried after him the way Bucky always has. With most people, he has to be strong and maintain the idea that he knows what he's doing. That had never been an issue with Peggy. She'd always known exactly how much he'd flown by the seat of his pants. ]

Are you real?