☆TRACK I: NOTHING LEFT OF YOU

[interdimanagers]

Who: Every single one of you.
What: Interstellar's first log, and an awards ceremony for jerks you don't know!
When: October 2nd.
Where: A fancy ballroom in neutral territory.
Warnings: Could be anything.

“Oh, it's been getting so hard, Living with the things you do to me; My dreams are getting so strange, I'd like to tell you everything I see. I see a man at the back as a matter of fact, His eyes are as red as the sun. And the girl in the corner lets no one ignore her, ‘Cause she thinks she's the passionate one.” ☆NOTHING LEFT OF YOU It’s the seasonal Vista Music Industry Award Gala, and attendance is mandatory. You and your band have been touring non-stop for the last two months, hitting locations all over Americana, performing and doing press appearances. This event is set less than three days after your return home, but it’s been made clear that further rest will have to wait. Though Halloween technically isn’t until the end of the month, the gathering has a formal masquerade theme - masquerade that is, not costume. Dressing up as a mummy or a clown isn’t going to cut it. Themed formal wear is expected, and your image consultants have been pestering you about your choices for the last 48 hours. Whether or not you listen to them, how you dress feels incredibly important. At least if you let the consultants fuss over you, you can be sure it’ll be something press friendly. Various awards are being given out, but none of them are for you. The media in attendance are starting to bubble with enthusiasm for the ‘rising stars’ of the industry, however, so this could be a moment to shine. Labels besides Pride and Virgo are also in attendance, but who cares about those guys? They seem to be a mere footnote in comparison to the buzz around the heavy hitters. There’s food, alcohol, dancing, stage performances by notable musicians of both Pride and Virgo, and then the formal awards ceremony in the evening. Yes, you are expected to sit through them. Do try to look like you’re interested, the media is watching. ☆PRIDE RECORDS Lesedi Santiago doesn’t always make a big deal about introductions - or at least, that’s the impression you get when she just kind of shows up in your group limousine unannounced on your way over to the party. Deep into pre-drinking a bottle of gin, she doesn’t talk with you so much as talk at you, regaling your band with weird stories about the industry while completely ignoring the fact that her presence is more intimidating than comforting. You’re not sure if it’s intentional, but at least she’s a good story teller - her speech doesn’t seem to be at all affected by the quantity of booze she’s already consumed, which is kind of bizarre if you think about it too deeply. You’re not inclined to. You’ve all met her before, here and there, in a series of bombastic encounters. Her interest in pontificating at you and the other new label inductees seems to fade immediately upon entering the ballroom, as she quickly becomes distracted with more high profile guests. Her attention fixates on Edward Blanch from time to time, but she declines to address him specifically. If you want to get some of her one on one attention, now could be your chance - just make sure you go in ready. Handling Miss Santiago can be a bit of an...experience. Veteran Pride members are in attendance as well, but most of them are not very good company. Their reactions vary from ‘frat members greeting a new pledge’ to ‘disinterested shoulder pats’, and ultimately it will seem your attention is better received by the other newbies. Maybe even the Virgo Entertainment stiffs, at that. Because, of course, that crew is here as well. Lesedi suggested you “show them who’s boss,” but you’re not necessarily sure what that’s supposed to mean. ☆VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Tonight's event is one of considerable speculation: it marks Edward Blanche's first public appearance after a considerable period of isolation. He's a private man, a mystery and an enigma to the public, and that just seems to make him all the more intoxicating. The Managers and security staff are out in full force, and if you know what's good for you, you'll be dressed to the nines. Your image consultant will be almost desperate to do the work for you, like they're afraid of what might happen to their careers if you embarass the label on their watch. Personal style is important, but everything in your gut tells you that your nose has got to be clean this time, or trouble is sure to follow. For many of you, this will be the first time you'll ever have seen your CEO in person, and as such, the first time he'll encounter you one on one. If you're going to brown nose, now's the time - but make sure you choose your words carefully, and don't waste his time. Blanche has little patience for it. There are veteran musicians of the Virgo label in attendance, ones with dozens of awards to their names, but they seem to have little interest in speaking with you. Some are politely avoidant while others and just rudely dismissive, but none of them really give an answer for why they just aren't interested. It's not totally surprising - Virgo's interior politics are harsh. Other notable guests include Lesedi Santiago and the rest of the Pride Records entourage. Though you may have acquaintances, or even friends, who have been snatched up by the other side, it's even more likely that you have enemies. Everything about your Virgo upbringing makes you feel like you should hold a certain contempt for their ilk - people in this label think of them as classless at best and crass maniacs at worst. Did you hear about that disgusting stunt one of their front runners pulled on stage last week? Revolting. ☆THE TWIST Some of you may remember strange events from the past few weeks. Misplaced objects, malfunctioning technology, nostalgic phantom music - it feels a lot like the last portion of your tour was haunted. Now that you're back home, all of that seems to be flaring up again. You can practically feel the otherworldly presences passing through the room, even if nobody besides your tour group seems to notice. Even though they aren't knocking glasses off tables and flickering lights like last time, their presence is somehow even more apparent. Your programming makes one thing clear: don't make a public fuss about this. Ignore it, everything's fine. The second part only goes so far. Especially when, at some point or another, you'll be shaken by the feeling that one of these ghosts has walked straight through you. For that moment, you feel like a totally different person. At this point, one of four memory regain effects will occur: ► REMEMBER LOVE: You remember a scene, image, or concept related to one of the greatest loves of your past life. Can be either romantic, platonic, or familial. It must be about a person and not a place or activity, though. ► REMEMBER DUTY: You remember a scene, image, or concept related to something you held a great sense of duty or loyalty to in your past life. It could be a person, a cause, a country, or anything in between. ► REMEMBER PASSION: You remember a scene, image, or concept related to something you were passionate about to the point of anger or determination in your past life. Not enjoyment of, but something that drove you, or one of the things most likely to make you throw a punch. ► REMEMBER HOPE: You remember a scene, image, or concept related to something you dreamed about making come true, or an important hope you had for the future in your past life. This covers any kind of positive goal or ambition for you or the world around you. The feeling will quickly fade, leaving you as the person you've been made into once again. Only now you have something new: the first fragment of a life you can't remember having lived. The CEOs and managers will react to this eventually, and you're probably going to get sent home early. This, however, will be covered with a top level further into the log. “I'm reaching out for something, Touching nothing's all I ever do. Oh, I softly call you over; When you appear there's nothing left of you.”

Comments

outside

[notahobby]

[Maxxie's ducking his head, watching out for sneaky paparazzi as he smokes, so when Terry addresses him he looks caught off-guard. When he sees there's no camera in his hand a second later he relaxes and finally processes what Terry was asking.]

Oh-- yeah, just...

[He slips his free hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, holding it out for Terry to take one.]

Sorry, just - [He glances past Terry and then gestures with the lit cigarette between his fingers.] - not really supposed to be out here, yeah?

[traumatizing]

[He takes a cigarette and gestures for a light. Getting a good look at his face (and seeing his reaction to being startled) makes it easy to place why Maxxie looks familiar.]

Not good for Flashstep's public image, right?

[notahobby]

Apparently not.

[His tone belongs to someone who's been told off for this before. He puts the pack back in his jacket and takes a lighter from the same pocket, holding it out for Terry.]

Cosmic Indulgence, right? I've seen the posters up at Pride HQ.

[traumatizing]

[He takes the lighter and makes a noise to the affirmative as he lights the cigarette. Even with the press and everything, being recognised still feels weird to Terry and it probably always will, but at least this is someone on the label.]

Terry. [And he offers a hand.] Thanks.

[notahobby]

Maxxie.

[He takes Terry's hand and shakes it briefly, giving him a soft smile.]

You had to escape too, huh?

[traumatizing]

The pomp and façade gets kind of suffocating after a while.

[There's a sight smirk tugging at his lips and he turns square to face Maxxie properly.]

There's only so many politely worded speeches about how great everything and everyone is I can sit through.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie nods, dimples showing as his shoulders shake with a chuckle.]

Never thought it'd be so boring to have to sit through. I used to idolize these guys.

[At least, he thinks he did. Something about that statement feels disingenuous, but it must be true.]

[traumatizing]

It's all politics. Showing off how good they are for the label. [He crosses an arm over his chest and shakes his head.] Thank god it's never gonna be me they ask to do this stuff.

[notahobby]

No? How come? Don't you want to be famous 'n have everyone tripping all over you all the time?

[He gestures vaguely as he says this, waving his cigarette around and smiling wryly.]

[traumatizing]

God no. [He shakes his head emphatically, like the idea is an affront.] I just want to make music. The rest is... [What's the word.] Consequence.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie nods, taking a last puff of his cigarette before he deems it finished and drops it on the ground. He has a lot of Feelings about performance and its role in the Music, but he needs more than three days to unwind after two solid months of thinking about that shit.]

Well, either way, we're both stuck here for the time being looks like. This and any other events Pride decides we have to go to.

[traumatizing]

[UGH] I just want to go home, get shitfaced, and sleep for week.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie laughs out loud this time.]

Who says you can't start here? I've been drinking all night.

[traumatizing]

[He shakes his head again, but there's a bit of a smile there this time.]

You know, I don't think I've ever heard my manager raise their voice before, but this feels like as good a reason as any.

[notahobby]

Mine'd love it if I made a scene, I think. He never says it out loud, but....

[Maxxie slips both hands into the pockets of his pants, shrugging. He's looking down at his feet - he knows he should be going back inside, but he'll take any excuse not to be there right now.]

[traumatizing]

[There's a feeling Terry is deeply attuned to. He frowns thoughtfully, considering Maxxie, and then abruptly holds out his half-smoked cigarette for Maxxie to take.]

I think we both need another drink.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie takes the cigarette, looking stunned.]

What - are you gonna...?

[He knows if he goes inside he'll probably feel obliged to meet back up with his band, but he'd like a few more minutes to himself if possible. Those few minutes would be made all the better if Terry brought out a drink for him.]

[traumatizing]

I'll be back in a minute.

[And off he goes! No one really expects Terry to be overly social, so it's not as difficult for him as it might be for Maxxie to just slip in, get a couple of beers, and bring them back out. He gets stopped a few times, but it's just a bit of polite small talk. It does take a bit longer than a minute for him to return with the drinks, but that's just life.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie smiles when he sees Terry come back out with the beer. This boy is officially a godsend.]

Thanks.

[He takes his beer and then digs through his pocket for his pack of cigarettes again.] Sorry, I finished your smoke... did you want another one, or...?

[traumatizing]

If it's alright.

[If they're sticking around out here he's gonna sit down, he takes one and leans back against the wall, sinking to the floor with a grunt.]

[notahobby]

[Max wouldn't dare risk messing up his pants, so he stands and leans against the wall, pulling out his lighter and handing that to Terry as well. The beer helps a bit, though at this he's somewhat numb to the bite of alcohol.]

Did you have fun on the tour? You guys were out there long as we were, weren't you?

[traumatizing]

[He lights up and looks up at Maxxie with a bit of a dreamy look in his eyes when he passes he lighter back. The couple of days off (and ample sleep) means that all the stresses of touring are already fading into the backdrop of his memories. Mostly now he remembers the thrill of being on stage, the roar of the crowd, meeting fans after the show.]

It was amazing. There's really nothing like it, you know?

[notahobby]

Yeah, it's... something else. I had no idea how fun it could be.

[He takes a long swig of beer.]

And the parties, shit. I think I may have still been drunk when I got here today from that last one.

[traumatizing]

[He laughs] Don't tell anyone, but I'm not much of a party guy.

[notahobby]

Shit, really?

[Maxxie laughs.]

I'd say don't tell anyone that I am, but I think the cat's out of the bag on that front.