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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: (CARRY ON)

[personal profile] reposing 2018-07-08 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
But he did, eventually.

[Bodhi trusts him. Somehow, hearing such a simple thing is so warming for him.
Gently, he places his hand to Bodhi's shoulder.]


Come. Let us sit somewhere. If you wish, you may speak to me. Tell me what happened. It may help.

But do not feel as if you must. If it is too much, I respect your silence as well.
onlydoubts: (26)

[personal profile] onlydoubts 2018-07-10 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, he did. [ he looks at the hand on his shoulder, as if the contact surprises him.

It does, a little bit. The realization that there are people who care about him. ]


I haven't talked about it. To anyone yet, but maybe it'll do some good. If you want to hear it. Kind of a long story, though.
reposing: (doesn't really matter to me)

[personal profile] reposing 2018-07-10 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Gently, he guides Bodhi away, wherever is likely closest for them to sit.]

My friend, I am no stranger to long stories. I promise you have my undivided attention.
onlydoubts: (✘ above your head)

[personal profile] onlydoubts 2018-07-11 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bodhi allows himself to be led away from the hall to a place to sit. ]

It's not really a good story, either. Not entirely, anyways. But I think that much was obvious from -- my reaction back there.
reposing: (pulled my trigger now he's dead)

[personal profile] reposing 2018-07-12 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Too few of us have a pleasant story to share.

[Eventually, they do make their way to the mess hall, which is thankfully sparse of people. He guides Bodhi to sit, joining him at his side.]

Speak, if you wish. I am here.
onlydoubts: (Default)

[personal profile] onlydoubts 2018-07-13 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ sitting down next to him, Bodhi stares at his hands for a long moment. he could start at the beginning, but out of context it might not make much sense. ]

I used to work for something called the Galactic Empire, as a cargo hauler. In my galaxy, they were -- not good, let's just say. They wanted to control the galaxy through fear and oppression. But at the time, I had no better options. Not on an occupied world. I joined the Academy to become a pilot, took the job.

And it was okay, for a while. I could ignore everything what I was seeing because I had enough to take home for my mother - she was a big part of why I even did it. Hauled cargo to and from Jedha and kept my head down.

But after she died, I found out what the cargo I was hauling was being used to make.

[ he trails off, and then shakes himself out of it to glance up. ]