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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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They don't fucking get it. But Ryuji does.
And here he is, for the first time, feeling a distance between the two that makes his core quake. He could never do this, or anything, alone, and the thought of rocks being thrown at the windows of the house he built for him and Ren to live in makes him question what type of person he really is deep down.
Fuck, it's not.
You idiot.
Ren, you're so dumb. Ryuji doesn't care about himself. You know this. You've always known that. Whether or not he's comfortable has literally never been something he's ever wanted Ren to care about, and he does, and it's not right for Ren to congratulate him for coming out to him this way. It feels off. It feels wrong. It's not them. His eyebrows lower downward, and he looks into the pocket created by his crossed legs.
What do I do now?
Even their own sense of being lost is mirrored in their thoughts.]
Y...you're not a fool. [He's been rejected enough to know how this feels, but, honestly, never has he ever thought it would be by someone he cared so deeply about, so he gets it. It's the same feeling, only magnified 10,000x by a microscope of how much it hurts to have your heart's cells torn apart like this.]
Man... c'mon, don't apologize. None of it... none of it's your fault... I just. Shit, Ren. Nothing matters about me figurin' anything about myself out, I don't. I don't deserve congratulations for bein' a fucking... barely functional human being. [Internally, he adds- a shitty one, at that.
It's hard. He wants to reach over and pull him into a hug, but that's his instincts kicking in to protect people he loves, and he doesn't think that's what Ren would want, so he struggles as he lifts a hand forward and just. Probably? Mistakenly places it against his shoulder. Starts to pull a little bit, coaxing. You ever watch a train coming to hit you at 100mph and you just know, hey, this is it? This is when it's going to hit. This was my life?]
C'mere.
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And in the same breath how could Ren remember anything before what this pain was, its sharpness and presence eclipsing reason and waxed large beyond its ken with that damn food poisoning. Ren wants to understand so badly that he doesn't understand at all; he makes all the motions of it, he says the words, and from what he can tell he can believe it because the mind in distress will fling out and hold tight to anything that will lessen the hurt. Ren is Happy For Ryuji since living with honesty is integral to who he is, so shouldn't it be momentous that he's discovering his sexuality? Of course Ren cares - it just happens that it's at the same moment that the pressing issue isn't one he can stand to stare at without a fresh wave of grief overcoming him.
It's possible he'll remember later, when it's quieter and Ren can hear himself think. It's possible he'll need something to jog his memory that yeah, that's right, Ryuji is Ryuji and this is what he thinks of himself, and this whole exchange will be less crushing in the sense of what Ren did wrong and way, way tilted toward what Ryuji doesn't think he deserves and it'll fucking break Ren's heart all over again. ]
'Course it matters, you matter an- [ God, what a gross sniff. Crying is awful, why did he do this. ] it's part of you.
[ He's so fucking embarrassing, sitting here and blubbering like a little kid just cuz he can't have what he wants. Ren almost resists the pull at his shoulder out of shame - and it's not as though he isn't ashamed as hell for what he's doing to Ryuji. Why's he still trying to protect Ren's feelings?
There's a decision to be made whether or no Ren is aware of it. But the truth is he's too weak not to go and unfold, to let the inevitability of motion take its course and crash into a shoulder, a collarbone. The twist in his spine is too great and blindly Ren relinquishes the remains of his dignity to fully turn and loop his arms around Ryuji's middle. ]
'Course you matter.
[ He can't even care about how wrecked his voice is. his fingers clutch and abuse the poor shirt material at Ryuji's back but it feels so calming just to be here and not have to hold himself up anymore. It's a tiny balm on an enormous wound but Ren's breath hitches just a touch less violently. ]
I'm gonna... get your shirt w-wet.
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Because, of course, Ryuji's responsible for Ren's feelings. If it were someone less important to him, someone that didn't get him as well as Ren did, a confession like this would've been spurned, and Ryuji would feel bad, of course- but sitting around to make sure the other person was okay? Who knows. Maybe he would, but probably he wouldn't. Sometimes people need space. Sometimes people don't want to see Ryuji, and he gets that. He's okay with it, too.
Ren leaning into his shoulder at the initial tug is a weirdly relieving sort of thing. It kind of speaks for itself, for the both of them, just who they are in respect to one another. Ryuji could never be so heartless as to take his feelings and let them fester. Hell, he wanted to go to Akechi the second he told Hajime about what he did. In order to become a good person, you have to accept responsibility for the things you do, and responsibility for the things that maybe you didn't have control over, but it's still yours to keep. He gives his best friend a hug, holding him in place, because... it's what he knows how to do. He can't grandstand a speech to relieve emotional ailments. Can't sit there and lie to Ren to make him feel better. Life is just like this. Shit happens, you take control of what you can take control of, and find someone to help share the things that feel like they're insurmountable by nature. What Ryuji can do, is rub his back and try to tell him that it'll okay. He doesn't actually know if it'll be okay, in reality, but, shit. He has to believe, right?]
It's cool, man. It's just a shirt. Do whatever you want to it.
[Do whatever you need to, in order to pull yourself up a bit, if that's what it takes. Hell, Ryuji wouldn't even care if this went in a different direction and he came out swinging at him. He'd take every punch until Ren's arms became tired and useless.]
Ren... [He does, however, still feel the guilt of not knowing. For being so blind to Ren's feelings. He knows how pitiably bad he is at getting signals or hints toward anything. He just continues to hold an arm around him, rubbing his back and trying to calm him down, even if he thinks he's not really the greatest at this sort of thing.] It's cool, okay? We're gonna be okay. If you need some time... or you just need some space, it's cool. I don't blame you. Ball's in your court. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.
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[ "Here" is a lot of places. Physically here letting Ren shoujo-cling to the best immediate remedy that's available to him. The "here" that is on this station, in his life, By His Side, any and all of what Ren could have and still can continue living with if Ryuji can. That's always been the proviso, and the longer he lays himself into Ryuji and lets the distress of the moment drain it becomes easier to recall that this is how it works with them, being one another's best keepers.
It was Ren's mistake to think that that meant Ryuji'd want the same things as him, is all. He's not interested in Ren. So that's that.
They're gonna be okay. It doesn't feel like it now but things always are between them. Ren will cry for a long while and trust Ryuji to protect the vulnerable parts of him, even if he's the one who was empowered to inadvertently use that blind spot against Ren in this horribly narrow angle. Strangely it's one of the moments that he's felt closest to Ryuji, in spilling his heart even if it did get punished.
Space, probably. Time, yeah. Time here, wherever "here" is. And when he feels like he's done crying and ready to let go (respectively: yesterday and never) he does, pulling back to sit facing on another, the outsides of their thighs pressed together.
Ren's better with words than Ryuji is, but at the same time it's important to speak someone else's language from time to time to reinforce a bond, to convey what might otherwise be misinterpreted. Ren wouldn't hurt him. He can reach up to thumb away the wetness on Ryuji's cheeks, a mixture of guilt and empathy in Ren's stinging red eyes, but what's more is the hand moving from there to the back of Ryuji's head, mussing the overgrowth on its way to tugging him forward.
The contact of Ren's lips to Ryuji's forehead is solid, something he hasn't done before and may never do again. But he hopes that he knows what Ren is saying.
We'll be okay no matter what. ]
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[He may be kind of dull at times, but when it comes to this particular dual layered context, he senses it out just well enough to know that it means more than just being there for him. It... kind of always goes without saying, because, really? Ren, do you think he'd go anywhere without you? You have to be out of your mind. If he's about to toss himself out the airlock to brave space travel, you better bet your ass that he'll be right there, suiting up with you. And, you know, if you just want to look out into space and be quiet for a bit; well, he'll ruin the quiet, but he'll stargaze with you like a nerd.
He stands (sits) still as Ren goes and does his Ren thing, not caring at the slightest for the closeness; he's so greedy to be touched all the damn time, it's almost a completely shameful kind of thing. He doesn't expect the forehead kiss, however, that's definitely a new thing, but he also doesn't freak out or feel like he has to front and tell him that it's weird. It just is. It's them. Whatever, they can weird and not weird and fill out all the spaces in between with the days to come.
They'll be okay.]