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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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I said you weren't Super High School Levels. Tanaka's the only one I know of that's even on this station.
[Gundam... god, Hajime kind of still wants to punch that guy in the face. He doesn't have a good reason to?? Gundam's been nothing but nice, if a bit weird. But he still really wants to punch that guy for not caring about his talent as much as Hajime thinks he should.
The last bit startles him out of his anger, at least for a few seconds, tempering it with confusion.]
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Don't you mean I'm not good enough for anyone here? I know that already!!
[That's literally not what she said, at all, and if he were more rational, he'd know he's just saying what he's afraid of, and not answering what she's actually saying.]
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[ she listens to him for the rest, though. she honestly tries to listen - keeps her mouth shut, lips pursed tight as she works through each word. and when he finally stops his ramble, she sighs. she sounds a bit tired, and a bit irritated. ]
...I don't know why you're so angry about it? It's like you're trying to yell at people about how useless you are, and you think if you do that enough it'll make you strong or something, but it won't? It just means you'll be angry from thinking about it all the time. [ like this, her tone is level, almost measured. it's a far cry from the hesitant, awkward ways she tries to word things normally. ] Hurting other people isn't going to make you any better at what it is you want to do. And neither is calling yourself useless? Sorry. I guess I don't really get what you're trying to accomplish.
no subject
It's not the same thing at all! Good enough for me and good enough for Hope's Peak aren't...
[He's tired. Where was the thread of his argument again? Oh, right. This was it?]
I don't have supernatural powers. I don't have wings or time travel or even a talent! So if they'd-- [as his voice cracks with emotion, he points toward the ceiling, toward this hypothetical "they" who're playing music over the speakers,] just realize they made a mistake, they could just... send me back.
no subject
[ and she tries to stop there. she really does, honestly and truly. but one more accusation, calm and even, makes its way through: ]
If you really think you're not worth anything, doesn't that mean you think that way about a lot of people around here too? That seems pretty shitty.
no subject
[His clenched fist flies backward, slams against the wall behind him. It hurts the fleshy part of his hand, the shock traveling up to his elbow, but it doesn't make him feel better. The music is still going, he's been pushed to his limit, and Venus thinks she can just -- what? Taunt him? Mock him and anyone he cares about?
I'm different, he wants to yell, but the words don't make it out coherently. Instead it's just a wordless, angry yell. I'm the only one who's worthless.]
What I think doesn't matter!! It doesn't matter if I think someone without talent should be treated the same as someone talented!! I can't change anything!
[He slams his fist against the wall behind him again, and again.]
Just leave me alone!
no subject
[ and just like that, the most brutal thing she's said all night finally makes its way through. she takes a sip of the coffee, trying to calm down her hands - it's frustrating, more than anything, draining and tiring but not really interfering with her life. ]
You're just saying what they want you to think. It's kind of like you're doing their job for them? I mean, why would you...
[ she falls silent- and then she takes a moment to just look at hinata. a silent, full-body glance, eyes going from head to toe and back. and then she smiles at him. it's a weird, off-kilter sort of look, one that defies any easy read. ]
You want a way in. [ she looks up, trying to make direct eye contact between the eyes on her face and the eyes on his. ] You're not angry about how unfair it is, are you? You're angry that you're not one of them.
no subject
[His voice cracks, and he hits the wall again, more weakly this time. He's not even damaging the station, he's just running on fumes. Toxic exhaust(ion) fumes clogging his throat and his eyes, making it hard to think logically or use any reason at all. She's picking at him, taking him apart piece by piece, taking the things he hates and just thrusting them right into his face.]
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!!
[The steam of words is punctuated by an anguished yell, all exhausted rage and bitterness as he grips his hair with both hands.]
Just leave me alone!! I don't care what you think, just stop it already!
no subject
he's barely holding himself together. he's open and exposed and vulnerable in front of her. and she doesn't want to hurt him? not unless she has to. she wants him to feel right, like he doesn't have to go to some stupid school, like he's good the way he is. and there's probably nothing she can do about that, and she hates it.
but she's got to try anyway. ]
I kind of like that, though? [ and the words come easy, because she's not lying - not even by omission. ] The people who are good at everything... When being good just comes easy to you, what's the point? God loves them, and that means they can't do anything wrong, and that means God loves them. Doesn't that make you angry to think about? Isn't that kind of sick?
[ her impulse control is shot. she pushes herself back before stepping up onto the table, hopping over and approaching hinata. ]
I hate people like that. Maybe that's wrong to say? Some of them are really nice. Probably most of them. But I guess I don't really care?? [ it feels good, to say these things. ] I'd never want to spend time with them. People like that are too good for the devil. They're too good for you, and for Erika, and for everyone else I care about here. So...
[ she pauses, at a loss for words, and finally shrugs. ]
Fuck them.
no subject
His pupils are dilated, palms flat back against the wall as if he might run. But she's blocking him in, taunting him, mocking the only person who ever cared about what he thought, who ever thought he was worth something.
Part of it's the music, the relentless exhaustion wearing him thin, boiling his blood, making it so hard to think logically. Arguments bounce around inside his skull, and he can't focus on any of them. Part of it's the proximity, the need to push her away, to get some room to breathe to clear his head. Part of it's the perceived attack, the constant needling and scrabbling at his own thoughts, the things he'd thought himself being dragged to the surface, laid out on display.
He snaps, pushing himself off the wall with a guttural, anguished scream, throwing a wild punch aimed for her cheek.]
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-but it isn't until the punch connects that she really processes what he's doing. she staggers back two paces, one hand flying up to hold the cheek he just walloped, the other held in front of her to try and make room between them. ]
Ow?! Ow, crap. You punched me! [ she doesn't feel any permanent damage - that makes sense, after all, she's the devil - but after a moment she spits out a fair bit of blood. even if his fist couldn't do too much, turns out her teeth are more than capable of finishing the job. ] Oh my god??
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He should feel bad. But he doesn't. If anything, he just wants to laugh. He doesn't do that either, though. Instead, he just points, finger shaking with the rush of adrenaline.]
You don't-- don't you ever talk about her like that!! Maybe they are better than I could ever hope to be, maybe... maybe I don't deserve to stand next to her, but I still... even still...
[Fuck them. It makes his blood boil to think about, and he takes a few shaky steps sideways.]
Just-- just leave me alone. Stay away from me!!