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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] ryuji 2018-07-08 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Let him fucking brawl, if brawl's what he wants to do. Ryuji's fists are clenched, his mask firmly summoned and affixed to his face as he's ready to bore his fists and his magic into someone over something so minor that it's hard to even say what the spark that lit the fuse really was. He was about to electrocute someone to death, until he's firmly slammed up against a wall.]

Let me go!!! What the HELL, man!?

[Aizawa's eyes are creepy as hell, and as he looks into them, he feels like something is going on here that he can't possibly comprehend. It was enough to just expose himself openly like that- the ability to summon a persona was supposed to, by merit of what he was (a thief), be kept relatively secret. Not that he was summoning Son Goku/Seiten-Taisei/Sun Wukong at a whim, but the blue fire that singes around his eyes are a telling enough give away that he's more than just a teen with a chip on his shoulder.]

Who d'you think you are anyway!?
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[personal profile] eraserdad 2018-07-08 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
[There will be no brawling in Aizawa's house okok!! Nevermind that it isn't actually his house.]

I should be saying that to you. What do you think fighting is going to accomplish?

[Those bright red eyes are gonna keep boring into Ryuji's soul for now, unblinking, his shaggy black hair defying the artificial gravity aboard the station as his power remains active.]
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[personal profile] ryuji 2018-07-09 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Excuse me, can you show the mortgage receipts on this big ass piece of property you own, Aizawa, because the tax collector's knocking on the door outside and hey, it's Mr. Jetson. Time to pay the fuck up.]

I DON'T CARE? I JUST WANNA EFFIN' PUNCH SOMETHING.

[He's trying to avoid his soul crushing stare down, but without anywhere else to possibly look at, he's pretty much screwed. Why is his gorgeous locks of hair magically floating up in hobo space? What the he---






And there goes his mask, disappearing on his face.

The actual fuck???

Ryuji's response, the only one he has, the only one he can fight or flight respond to is a knee. Straight to Aizawa's crotch.

Sorry, dude.]
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[personal profile] eraserdad 2018-07-09 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Teenagers. He's about to open his mouth to say something when that knee hits him in the crotch. Hrk. Tragically for Ryuji it only makes Aizawa's eyes widen from the pain rather than shut, so he continues to be out of luck for the moment as Aizawa holds him against the wall.

He takes about three seconds to catch his breath before the glare is back in full force, fist tightening in Ryuji's collar. There's not much longer before he'll need to blink, so he's hoping to wrap this up before then.]


No. Fighting amongst ourselves is irrational and counterproductive. Stand down.
Edited 2018-07-09 06:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ryuji 2018-07-11 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[A man who can take the full frontal force of blunt trauma to the dick and still hold fast to what they're preoccupied with is someone to be fucking terrified of, and as Ryuji is continually held up in place, he feels the boiling temperature of his blood start to prickle under the capillaries of his skin.

If he had a second, he would've summoned his mask again, to bring Seiten-Taisei into the mix and blow Aizawa clean off of him with an electric shock, but the dude is determined enough that he misses the split second of opportunity he had here.

And honestly, this kind of sucks. The last time he was grabbed and held by a teacher forcing him to do something was Kamoshida, and that thought alone is enough to topple him into an uncomfortable place. Uncomfortable enough that his expression of anger starts to dwindle away; it's not quite fear, but it's something close to it, riding just up to the precipice of it and slamming down hard on the brakes so that he can gain some self composure.]


Asshole! Get the hell off of me!!
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[personal profile] eraserdad 2018-07-11 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Aizawa can tell that Ryuji is calming down somewhat, or at least becoming less angry--which he sees as a good opportunity to de-escalate the situation. His expression softens just slightly, though it remains stern.]

Use your head. If you harm someone on this ship, will it make the music stop? Will it get us back to our homes?

[He almost seems as if he's going to wait for an answer, but then he closes his eyes, his hair falling back down as he lets his grip on Ryuji go slack. It's gonna be an unceremonious drop to the ground unless he gets his feet under him very quickly, sorry dude.]

You have your Quirk back. Think carefully about who you really want to be, next you use it.

[And he turns, as if to leave, but his back is left open. Almost like a test.]
Edited (oops grammar) 2018-07-12 00:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ryuji 2018-07-13 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[This is what happens when you have a hormonally imbalanced teenager with a laundry list of other emotionally defunct reasons to be angry cross with food that just amplifies everything that's going on- you wind up with a raging idiot, ready to blow lightning bolts into the side the ship, into the fabric of space-time, anywhere that looks like it could be damageable.

And fair enough. He can be dropped like it's hot. He did just lay waste to Aizawa's baby maker in the most rude way humanly possible. He'll thud on his ass- he's always been quick on the track team, but not so quick on the uptake of other, more crucially refined reactions that need to happen to get himself out of danger.

He still doesn't know what the fuck a quirk is, but the context basically tells him that he's referring to his persona.]


...N-no. Guess not.

[It won't get them back home. And Ryuji just wants to be there, messing shit up in Tokyo and living a normal life again. At least, as normal as a kid who moonlighted as a thief could be.

Just ain't fair, really. To anyone on this station. So he'll just sit there, schooled. fists balling up and then dissipating like the annoyance in his heart, hands falling flat on the floor. He's not going to attack Aizawa. Not because of futility, but because you don't strike a man who has his back turned to you. The balls thing? Yeah, fight with whatever advantage you got. But at least he was aware of the contention. Backstabbing is something that never sat well with the kid.]