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reverielogs2018-07-01 07:57 pm
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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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Never.]
OOF.
[When the fuck did Ren have time to learn hapkido!? He was with him, like, all the damn time back home. Ryuji's no longer counting dollars, he's counting stars as they kind of float in his peripheral vision. If he had a white flag, he might consider waving it. Too far, man. Too far.]
Leave it to you to take my breath away, bro.
[Let him stay there on the floor, dead.]
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I'm goddamn amazing, glad you recognize that, bro.
[ Please he weighs less than a sack of rice while he's soaking wet, don't tell him you're this weak after all that training. ]
You alive?
[ Reach aaaaaand noogienoogienoogienoogie~. ]
Do you yield, good sir?
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C'mon, have some humility!
[He's seen you pull off those sick flips, he knows how much you can be all about the flair, and he's not having any of that finely ground sugary sweet bullshit.
GOD, WHY ARE YOU GIVING HIM A NOOGIE?! His head rattles, he closes his eyes tightly and it's horrible because Ryuji both loves the physical touch (any touch, really, he's such a slut for that sort of thing) and hates how it feels against his head, especially since his perpetually dyed hair is so stringy and brittle after all this time of bleaching. Goes to show how little he cares about his hair health despite... you know, absolutely loving the way it looks.]
Yield!? Me!? Never? I bite my thumb at you! [Listen, it's the only funny thing he found in all of his lit classes, ever. The stupidest part of Romeo and Juliet, the fight sequence at the beginning and then everything after that is a blur. Something about poison? Love?
Booooring.]
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Huh? Were you saying something not flattering me? Eh?
[ A nice healthy dose of that delinquent accent is thrown in there just for fun~. It helps distract from the chance that Ryuji remembers the last time Ren hand his hands in his dumb over bleached hair since going for other angles of attack will, uh. Get jizzy with it, allegedly.
And, you know, Ren's happy horsing around with Ryuji. If that isn't clear when he lets his mask fall around him when they're alone then it's in the way Ren gets his other hand in on the action for a good ole double fisted hair ruffle, face scrunching up with the (giggly, what a nerd) effort. ]
A plague o'er your house!
[ Ren was able to stay awake but he's pretty sure that shibes weren't in Shakespeare. ]
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Or something like that. Ryuji takes a moment to scrunch his face up like he just got a whiff of something he didn't like the smell of.]
A plague or a house? I'm gonna take the house. Duuuh.
[This kid...
Is so dumb.]
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You're so dumb, Ryuji
takes off clothes. ]That is literally so stupid I can't respond to it, wow.
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[This infallible logic is the pillar of society of which Ryuji stands on. It echoes through the ages, immutable and spitting out the sickest reason bombs the world has ever seen.
Maybe he's playing it up a little bit, but it's always best to see Ren be so incredibly exasperated with him. It's kind of like winning a plush toy at the crane game, but with far less yen being shuffled into the machine.
So, yeah. He'll take it. And smile.]
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This is like those times that a bolt of lightning streaks across the calm skies, brightening its dull grey vacuum.
Ren's skin is an ungainly shade of bright red around where his face is buried into his hands. ]
Oh my god.
[ Here's where Ren loses the will to stay upright and rolls onto the ground next to Ryuji, completely incapacitated with laughter and hands fall away so he has any chance of breathing in between jags. Eyes closed and close to tears, teeth showing, a real Sakamoto Special. ]
Stop talking. [ Keep talking. ] Gimme my glasses, you'll ruin the fit with your giant head.
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Damn, Ryuji. Back at it again.
Watching Ren get completely flustered is just about the best goddamn thing in the world, because he knows, deep down, that Ren is just about the biggest nerd in the entire universe, and getting him to the point where he's just so resigned over the dumb shit he says seriously gets a rise out of Ryuji.
Watching as he falls over to his own unoccupied space on the floor, Ryuji rolls, laying an elbow on the floor to prop himself up, and god, does he practically look like he's glowing with some unknown source of energy that's ancient, calling back from centuries ago to signal this very moment in time, the prophetic moment of this second's arrival, and he calmly takes Ren's glasses off his face and slides them across the floor.]
You're right. I wouldn't wanna ruin these bad boys. There ain't a 100-yen store for billions of miles in any direction. [SLAY HIM, RYUJI.]
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[ STOP, HE'S ALREADY DEAD. Someone signal the ref, stop the match for pity's sake!! Ren snatches up the frames and shoves them back on his burning face, a chord in his chest pulled taut and the same note being hammered on. Ren's eyes cut back but there's no stealing back his dignity, sadly. ]
S'better that I take them back anyway, can't have people expecting too much of you.
[ Ren has the wingspan to reach over and shove Ryuji off balance, thank god for genetics. Stop witnessing the marshmallow roast himself please he begs you. ]