☆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

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[notahobby]

The only problem with finding a drink is that Maxxie is just leaving the bar, and as he turns away with a full glass of beer in his hand he nearly runs right into Alec, stopping at just the right moment to avoid a disaster.

"Oh, fuck, s--"

He cuts himself off as he notices who it is, biting back the apology. The thought occurs to him that he's not nearly intoxicated enough for this - in fact, he's not intoxicated at all. The drink in his hand, which nearly ended up on Alec and the floor, is his first of the night. He wishes he could down the thing without being impolite or draw attention to himself.

But he doesn't, instead raising his eyebrow and taking a look at Alec's outfit.

"Just come from a funeral, have we?"

[campioned]

Oh, he ran into a disaster, all right - two of them. It's just neither is the disaster that Maxxie was worried about.

The disasters are, namely, Alec and being drinkless. Maxxie being drinkless. Alec has alleviated his similar state by deftly plucking the glass out of the blond's hand. "It's like you read my mind."

He takes a long drink of it before he bothers to see who has been kind enough to water him. Alec's eye twitches subtly. He, too, isn't drunk enough for this and takes another draft of the beer. "Yes, we burned one of your records on a pyre and scattered the ashes in our limo."

[notahobby]

Maxxie lets out a humourless laugh.

"Oh right, 'cause my music's shit and I'm shit. Almost forgot." He presses his lips together and looks at the beer that has now had far too much contact with Alec's mouth to be salvageable. He puts up his hands and sighs, resigning himself to the fact that he'll have to go back to the bar, which is not ideal.

"Thank God you're here to remind me."

[campioned]

Alec's wide mouth curls into a smile. It's actually a nice mouth, the only complaints one could have about it is that it was too full for his face and that it contained such a honey-and-acid tongue.

It's a mouth many people would want to be familiar with. Maxxie should feel honored.

"Your music is shit," Alec says companionably. He offers the blond his own drink back to comfort him. "You're pretty enough to be a step up from shit. You can be piss, if you like."

[notahobby]

Maxxie takes the drink, looking down at the remaining beer with a sigh of mourning. When he looks back up at Alec, his expression is a mixture of apprehension and disgust. Alec is handsome, he'll give him that, but he's also the reason half his beer is gone before he's even had a sip.

"Pretty, am I?" he asks, his tone skeptical. He doesn't much like pretty as a compliment. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Kinda feels cheap.

[campioned]

In a way, it's supposed to make him feel cheap. It is, after all, delivered all twisted up in an insult. The word pretty itself, though, is meant to be complimentary and not chosen for any subversive reason. Alec is used to the word pretty being a compliment for both men and women so, when Maxxie questions it, he assumes that he's taking the whole thing as a sarcastic lie.

It feeds his ego, finding a button to push that easily. For someone in what even Alec must grudgingly admit is a popular music group, Maxxie does not have a bloated ego. Someone with an excess of self esteem and a modicum of humor would have argued that they were attractive enough to be the toilet or something, and not just questioned their own prettiness to fish for a better compliment that Alec sees no reason to provide. "Are you asking me or your beer that? Because only one of the two is known to make people more attractive."

[notahobby]

Maxxie's sense of humour is a bit different than Alec's, and he's a bit too annoyed right now to make jokes. He rolls his eyes at the question, straightening his shoulders up and deciding to take charge of this conversation. He can't very well let Alec walk away thinking he's successfully gotten under his skin.

"Pretty's for flowers," he says, raising his eyebrow at Alec, "you don't use it to describe things you want to fuck."

The corner of his mouth pulls into a smirk. "Which I can only assume you do since you're wasting your time with me." His tone shifts into mocking reassurance and he tilts his head forward as if he's sharing a secret. "It's okay, a lot of people want it. You'll just have to pick your words a little better if you ever want to make it happen."