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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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[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.
no subject
[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.