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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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Hajime just kind of helplessly stands there to watch her pull the sheets off, not sure if he should like... go? So she can have her tantrum in peace? His throbbing foot is saying yes, he absolutely should show some kind of self-preservation and leave her be, but when she mentions Memetan...
He might not have anything he considers that important to him. He's not the type to keep stuffed animals still, but... the closest equivalent is his Game Girl, and he'd be pretty upset if that were broken. Not necessarily because it's a game system, but because there are memories in it. Maybe it's the same for her?
Damn it. He can't think straight, and his legs are starting to shake from fatigue again. Before he can question it, he's falling to the floor, just plopping straight down like a sack of potatoes to sit cross-legged on the floor near her blanket pile.]
Is it okay if I stay here?
[It's impulsive, not something he would normally ask. But he doesn't want to muster the energy to try to go back to his own room just yet.]
Just... for a little bit.
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[She says it with this faintly baffled, kind of deadpan tone, like she's not sure why he's asking - like she assumed that was the plan from the start. Like this was....not a coding jam, exactly, but something similar.] That's what I'm doing... [ie making the floor soft so they can sit/lie down because getting on the bed would be Extremely Weird.
She tosses the other pillow in his general direction. Sort of gently. At least it's just a pillow.]
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[He doesn't catch the pillow at all. His hands don't even make it off the floor before it bops him in the face. He's a little annoyed at himself that he didn't manage to catch it, but the annoyance doesn't hold, replaced by a kind of mystified confusion. What, really? It's okay to stay in a girl's room with her?
...Well, okay, on the floor makes sense. He kind of feels like he should take his mag boots off, though, if he's going to be on the floor. Give him a few seconds to belatedly unlatch those and set them aside. Man, he wishes he could wear his sneakers more... stupid artificial gravity.]
Um... okay. Thanks.
[Should he... help? Maybe she has a system to how she wants them on the floor, considering how often she puts them there.]
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The console in her room still blares and blares, even through Toto's little body strapped over the speaker.]
...The door should stay open in case something else happens. [Mumble mumble.]
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[He'd kind of zoned out again, not really following what her mumble actually said. Something about the door? He looks to it to make sure it's closed and assumes that must be what she's worried about.]
We'll be able to open it from the inside.
[??? Sure, obviously. Whatever's the deal with the door, it's too much for him to deal with. He's annoyed just looking at it now, flopping over and pulling the pillow she'd thrown at him over his head in an attempt to block out some of the sound.]
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Erika remains sitting up for a while, staring blearily at the wall, watching with suspicion as her paper-thin memories arrange themselves into panes of déjà vu. Puts herself under a microscope and peers into the chaos. Loses track. She is a stuffed animal, head full of fluff. Stuffed animals don't have to hear. Stuffed animals don't have to think.
She lies down ungently and hugs her pillow instead of putting it under her head. The pillow has no trouble sleeping. It has a lot of legs and could knock her out so she could get some rest. Botamon squeezed itself into a crevice back in the VR room; she hopes that's working out for it, as ways to deal with the noise go. She hadn't been able to come up with anything better.
Time drags and skips. Sleep now? Sleep now? Nope, nothing. It's behind a paper-thin unbreakable barrier.
Fuck her whole life she's crying again.]
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Eventually, he jams the pillow under his head, willing sleep to come. Come on, this is supposed to be like a movie, right? Isn't just being together with someone supposed to bring some kind of peace, so he can finally, finally get some rest?
He closes his eyes, and tries to think about the sound of the water fountain in the garden outside Hope's Peak Academy. The water always sounded soothing to him, a random melody that helped him focus his thoughts, try to ignore the voices telling him he isn't good enough, that he doesn't belong. That the only way to ever make something of himself is to stop being himself entirely. Or no, that's not how it went. Being at the fountain made it easier to do those things. Didn't it?
It's all swimming, hazy; frustrated, he grabs his pillow with one hand, ready to hurl it against the closest wall, when he hears a weird noise. It takes a few seconds to register that Erika's crying, again, and his own eyes burn sympathetically. God, he wishes he could cry. If he could cry, maybe that would exhaust him enough to sleep.]
...Mishima?
[he doesn't know what to do, but the sound of her crying is annoying. And he hates himself for thinking that; there's a part of him that's upset that she's crying, but there's a bigger part of him, tired, emotionally drained himself, that hates the sound.
He shits closer on the puddle of blankets, reaching out to gently try to take her hand.]
Hey, Mishima... don't cry.
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Disgust-resentment-bitterness on the back of her tongue like bile. Bottled tears ferment into useful product under the right conditions, but these are the wrong ones.] I hate crying, [she whispers with feeble heat, fingers squeezing. There's something minutely pleasing about the texture of the web between his thumb and forefinger - her thumb settles into it and presses a little as the background music hits a droning bridge.]
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Then again, she's stopped crying, so... it worked, sort of.]
I don't think anybody likes to cry, [he says quietly, trying to make her laugh. It's a weak attempt, but it's there.] But I think under these circumstances... it's okay.
[That sounds like the right thing to say, even if he's hoping she doesn't start crying again. Absently, his thumb rubs against hers, as if that might help her calm down. More importantly, it gives him something to focus on that's not the music, or the sheets he can't sleep on.]
I won't tell anyone.
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She twiddles her thumb back, making a game out of it. Trying to perfectly center the contact. Holding his thumb down and trying to block him from lifting it. Something mindless and idle that she's barely paying attention to, half-remembering her brother holding her hand in any of a variety of hospital rooms. That part meant more than any number of platitudes.]
...Obviously.
[Admission of trust??]
Nobody wants to hear about that anyways.
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I'd want to hear about it.
[It's a mumble; he's only half-aware that he's saying it aloud.]
I mean... just so I'd know to come see you, and make sure you're doing okay.
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You'll get tired of it. If you think - if that's how you think. [murmur.] It's not like a movie. Even in space.
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[There's no hesitation as his grip tightens a little on her hand. He might not know much, but he does know that much. When it comes to his friends... he wants to be the kind of person they can come to, the kind of person they can talk to, or just spend time with. The kind of person Chiaki was for him.
He has... a long way to go, to become someone like that. But... he wants to try. Starting with his friends is, well, a start.]
We're friends, aren't we? Being friends means being there for each other. Even... if it's just something like holding your hand.
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[Her volume holds steady for a bit, but t r a i l s off towards the end, and her eyes slide closed.
They should just fall asleep. It would be so nice to just fall asleep like this.
How long can this last?]
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[It sounds like she's falling asleep, which... good. If even one of them can get some rest, then this whole thing wouldn't be an exercise in futility. Then again...
He rubs her thumb gently with his own, shifts a little closer to get more comfortable on the pile of blankets. It should feel awkward to be laying in a pile of blankets with a girl like this, holding her hand no less. But he's too tired to feel awkward about it, too comforted by the presence of another person literally close enough to touch to really think about anything beyond that.
No one's going to walk in on them or bother them. It's... fine to stay like this, at least for a little while. It'd be more fine if those fucking speakers would get back down to a normal volume. Spice Girls are scraping away at his skull, burrowing into his brain.
But she's right, this isn't a movie. Everything isn't magically going to fade away and become better just because he's holding her hand. It's just... more bearable, not being alone.]
We should do this again sometime. [It's a mumble, just in case she is actually dozing off.] If things ever... get back to normal.
["Normal" being a relative term here.]
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Words take a while to register. Sound to words to meaning. A delay on the reverse, meaning to words to sound. She sighs and curls up a little and thunks the top of her head against Hinata's collarbone.]
Hmmg. [Friends don't do this, no way. But it's fine. But if anyone saw them she'd have to mess them up. Does Hinata have an angle?? She would rather believe not.] ...You don't have trouble sleeping here, do you?
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Relative innocence of that initial offer aside, it doesn't stop a light flush from coloring his cheeks as her head thunks against his collarbone. It takes a few seconds for him to realize what she's doing, in fact, those few seconds long enough that by the time he's aware of just how close she is, it's too late to tense up. And he doesn't want to pull away, even if she's close, really close now.
She said something, though. It takes a second for that to register, too, to cut through the solid warmth of having another person beside him. She's so small, it would be easy to roll over, take her in his arms, and hold her properly. That would be something like a movie.]
You mean... trouble sleeping on the station in general? Or...
[Does she mean hypothetically, would he have trouble sleeping in her room? Honestly, he could probably sleep in the pool if someone gave him an oxygen mask. Fuck, that's not a bad idea. Gotta try to add that as a mental note to an increasingly slippery mental whiteboard.]
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[???what else could that possibly mean??? she can't be assed to think about it.]
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[Lying, being cool? That's just way, way too much to ask of him right now. He closes his eyes, tilts his head a little to let his cheek fall against the top of her head. It... just feels right. Easy, comfortable, warm. It should be awkward, it definitely will be awkward later, but for now... he just wants to enjoy this. Just a little.]
Do you?
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[Choked-up heart-spilling feeling. Small, but her world is all shrunken down to the hazy present, so it looks and feels big.]
Bad dreams. I just keep working until I'm tired enough.
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[His thumb rubs absently along hers again.]
Not working, I mean... bad dreams. I usually text someone until I'm tired enough to go back to sleep. Or... just go to the observatory. Ryuji and I hang out there if we're having trouble sleeping.
[That's not weird to admit, right? That wasn't supposed to be like. Guys-only time or something, was it? Fuck if he knows. It's still novel enough for him to have friends with such a close bond.]
For me... being near someone makes it easier to sleep, sometimes.
[Sometimes Ryuji makes it weird by trying to give him a backrub. These things happen.]
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[what kind of deep fucking weirdo doesn't have a bad dream or two in this place.
She breathes in through her nose and almost-sort-of-nods sharply, but for her head being in a nice comfortable spot right now that it shouldn't get moved from. The intent is evident.] Stuffed animals. That's what they're [suppressed yawn] good for. Memetan's whole family. You can, you should...
[...
lost track of that.
But.]
Yeah. [yeah, that makes sense, that's valid.]
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...He's not going to sleep with stuffed animals, though. That just... seems kind of childish for a boy to do? He's not sure now, but he isn't stupid enough to say that outloud when Erika very obviously cares for her stuffed animals. It's cute when she does it, but for him? Nah.
He just hums quietly, closing his eyes and letting his cheek rest against her hair.]
Yeah, [he says quietly.] Thanks.