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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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reposing: this icon was commissioned. do not reuse. (I'd never been born at aaaAAlllll)

[personal profile] reposing 2018-07-05 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I could not tell you for certain, unfortunately. Some people persevere better than others, depending on their temperament.

Though I admit a month is excessively unusual.
iustitia: (but I'm always on your left)

[personal profile] iustitia 2018-07-05 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
It's whack even by troll standards! [Her voice comes out a little shriller than she expected, and she takes a moment to collect herself before continuing.] Nobody I know stays up like that! We're a lot tougher than humans, but even we need regular sleep. Arghhh!

[Oh no. She started thinking about Karkat, and now the floodgates of emotion are open and making a mess everywhere. The water is rising and her carpets are going to mold and there's not enough time to save all the electronics. She slumps against the table, burying her face into the towel.] I miss him. I wish he was here. Is that bad? I don't want him to go through all this dumbfuckery, but I miss him so much. This place sucks.
reposing: (doesn't really matter to me)

[personal profile] reposing 2018-07-07 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Terezi, there is not anything unusual about missing your friends and wishing they were at your side.

[Lightly, his hand goes to her back.] It's all right to wish it were better, or that you had familiar faces with you.
iustitia: (FUCK)

[personal profile] iustitia 2018-07-09 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Terezi picks herself up and puts her face in her hands.] There is when they'd be in a stupid, fucked up situation and suffering like me and everyone else here. I don't want anyone else to have to be held hostage to the forty-millionth repeat of "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing"!

I want to close my eyes. I want to fall asleep, even if I'd miss you baby, and I want to miss everything! I just want to pass out!! Fuck you, human Steven Tyler!!!

[If human Aerosmith hadn't already perished with the rest of Earth when it was bombarded with an apocalyptic meteor shower, Terezi would be wishing them all dead with the sheer force of all the hatred her tiny, bonyass body could muster. There would be nothing anyone could do to stop her from stealing Dave's time turntables and going back and making sure human Steven Tyler choked on a fucking cracker.]
Edited 2018-07-09 03:11 (UTC)
reposing: this icon was commissioned. do not reuse. (I'd never been born at aaaAAlllll)

[personal profile] reposing 2018-07-09 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Very slowly, Alucard gives Terezi a gentle pat on the head, completely respecting her utter loathing for whoever the hell Steven Tyler is.]

So would it be more suitable to miss someone when you aren't being forced to listen to this manner of music for several ongoing days?
iustitia: (I was half a virgin when I met him)

[personal profile] iustitia 2018-07-09 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Thank you, Alucard. Thank you for understanding. In those brief moments of contact, Terezi feels so fucking valid.]

Yes. No. Maybe? I don't know. Maybe I'm just my awful, shitty thinkpan being tired and fucked up, but wanting someone here with me just feels bad. It feels like a weirdly bad thought.

This station is a fucking nightmare. Honestly, one of the worst experiences of my life. Zero out of ten, would not recommend to anyone. I made out with a clown, once. [this is a lie; it was many times.] I can assure you that this is an order of magnitude worse.
reposing: this icon was commissioned. do not reuse. (sometimes wish)

[personal profile] reposing 2018-07-10 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
I believe I can understand that. However, a thought is only that. It's not as if you have the ability to summon your friends.

[The people he'd wish to be here with him would either be too dead or too crazy to be much good, anyway. So while he can't entirely relate, he can sympathize.]

I can only imagine. [a clown, what.]
iustitia: (I was half a virgin when I met him)

[personal profile] iustitia 2018-07-15 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, we don't know how anything works around here, now do we? Once one of us shows up, it seems like it's only a matter of time before more follow! I don't know what the hell is going on with this place, but it's not entirely outside the realm of possibility.
reposing: (is this just fantasy?)

[personal profile] reposing 2018-07-22 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
No, you are not wrong. ...And just as they come, some disappear.

[And really, he can't even explain that. Without a single trace, they are gone, fading. Yet, is that how they wake up here?

It's confounding. They know no rules of this place whatsoever.]