☆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

Xanxus | Junkyard Carnival | OTA - tw: language

[variaboss]

1 - at least I'm wearing pants - pre-gala and red carpet
"Go the fuck away with that. No way in fucking hell. Push that shit at me again and I will throw you out the goddamn window." And this is how it was that Xanxus managed to avoid actually dressing nicely. Because he had pretty much done just that. Thrown the poor stylist out. The paparazzi had loved the hell out of that. He'd given them the middle finger.

He wasn't wearing some damn monkey suit. Tie and tails. Fuck that shit. Doesn't matter if it's some important award show. The mother fucking Queen of the Universe could be there and Xanxus still wouldn't give a crap. So, there he is, in a studded black leather jacket and a pair of tight jeans. And honestly, given his reputation, this whole dog and pony show should be happy he's wearing pants. Besides, that shit is Armani. Can't get any nicer than that.

Still, when he's asked who he's wearing his answer is "Your mom later tonight." Then he's barreling into the party. There is a massive amount of alcohol with his name on it. He might just shove you out of the way getting to the liquor.

2 - Remember remember the 5th of November - remember Passion
[Pay. He was going to make that man pay. If he thought that he could take everything from him, could lie to him for all these years, he had another thing coming. He would make that man rue the day. His so called father had been adamant he be trained. Well, now he was going to see it. He was going to see the fruit of all that careful guidance and molding. He was going to see the monster he had helped to create right before Xanxus killed him. And then....then... he would sit on his rightful throne as the 10th and usher in a Generation of strength and power unrivaled since the Second Generation]

And to those who pass close will notice a dark murderous look in crimson eyes. A burning core of unquenchable raging fire. His hand balls into a fist at his side and it's shaking just slightly with how hard he clenches it. It's probably best to avoid him because he's liable to just throw punches when he gets like this. Though with how crowded it is, that might be hard to do.

3 - sometimes, when the rum runs out - drinking and dancing
[It's already been 15 minutes and he's bored out of his goddamn mind. Only thing keeping him here is the fact that the alcohol was actually really damn good. The food, not so much. But that's because he's a picky asshole. But who needs food when he can wage his one man war on his liver.

He should probably be passing out or throwing up, but nope. He's still perfectly fine. It's like all that booze isn't doing anything for him but keep his interest. But even that's pretty damn boring. So, that means one thing. He's looking for entertainment.

A guy. A girl. It doesn't matter at all. If you're hot, he's not going to complain. He's just going to stride right up to them and loom.] You'll do. Dance with me.

4 - and then the cops are probably called - outside for a smoke

[Only he's headed out to take a smoke break. He's actually managed not to get the cops called on him all night. It's actually quite a feat. But the night is still young and those cameramen are asking for it. One more reporter shoves a camera in his face and well... good thing there's bail money already ready for him. That is unless someone wants to distract him]

5 - wildcard

3

[giglio_madonna]

[Well. Points have to be given for the most upfront pick up line she's gotten all night.]

[There's something witty on the tip of her tongue as she turns around, but then she's looking up into that face and ah. She knows that face. It's hard not to- Junkyard Carnival's exploits are notorious to the nth degree and this man's especially so. It's not helping that she's literally had some of her help, from PR to image consulting. The general message has been the same: ]

[Luce, please, find some part of you that might have been a nun if things had turned out differently and do not deal with that literal pile of trash masquerading as a band over with Pride Records.]

[Those poor souls are going to have heart attacks, because Luce isn't making too much of an attempt to hide the way her eyes flicker down. Hello, sir. It appears you are missing a shirt. It's very hard to complain about that.]

Is that a euphemism?

[variaboss]

[Just wait until he compliments your shoes. Then you'll know he's picking you up. Cause nothing is less subtle than nice shoes, wanna fuck. But he's not actually trying to bang her, which is saying something. He actually legitimately wanted to dance. He just sucks at asking properly. Why would he. He's Xanxus and you don't tell him no.

He doesn't care if everyone and their brother had been warned about him. He's still going to do whatever he wants. It's just the way it is. the sooner everyone realizes he's the God of Bassists, the better.]

A what? [She's looking at him and he smirks. Let her look. He likes the attention, even if he is a huge mess.] Nah. It's not a euphawhatsit. I want to dance and you're available and hot enough. So let's go. They're playing a good song for once.

[giglio_madonna]

[Is Xanxus ever not a huge mess tho...]

[Despite well aware of one Angel Ramsey's inevitably approaching heart attack, Luce seems to consider things before offering one hand with a smile that's half amused and half sly.]

Well, I can't argue with the music. Lead the way.

[variaboss]

[Maybe in 10 more years when he's chilled the fuck out, but probably not even then. But who needs ten years when he's got some hot chick willing to dance with him now. Poor managers are probably screaming into the night right now]

Only thing that never loses. [The music, that is. And he'll lead her out on the floor. Something says he probably knows some pretty formal shit, but instead of that he goes for club staples everywhere. The bump and grind.]

[giglio_madonna]

[It'd been up in the air if he'd go with the amusing image of a formal dance while dressed like he is, but really... She can't be honestly surprised that he goes for something completely opposite.]

[She still laughs, of course, even as she goes along with it.]

Right to it, hmm?

[variaboss]

[When has he ever ever been formal unless he absolutely has to. He might know all those fancy pants boring dances, but the clubs are where it's really at. That's where the fans are, so why not dance just like them]

Yep. Think you can keep up with me

[Because the guy has some pretty good moves for club dancing to boring ass music]

4

[cleartranquil]

And in that moment, Yuffie appears like a magical creature in leather and blue, stepping between Xan and the idiot. Yuffie's smile is more sarcastic than kind and she has two drinks in hand, the obnoxious neon colored thing that she ordered and a straight whiskey that she got when she saw Xan stray outside. Honestly, with how the paparazzi were buzzing about like flies it was only a little while before one of them pissed off him enough to use the bail jar. And it hadn't recovered from last time yet.

"I hear there's a break up happening in the back alley, why don't you hover over there?" She says to the idiot and holds out the short glass to Xan with a more winning smile than the one that had been directed at the camera equivalent of a barfly.

"Here. I made sure it was the good stuff."

There's no question of how she managed to get glasses outside. She does things like that.

[variaboss]

She appears out of nowhere. Once upon a time, that sort of thing really fucked with Xanxus. At first, her just appearing would have him jump out of his skin and swearing at her. He's probably thrown things at her too. But now, now he's used to it. And right now, he sort of welcome it because she comes bearing booze.

"Yuffie. You're a fucking goddess. You're my favorite!" Because he's always so much nicer to her when she has alcohol for him. "I could kiss you." Only he won't because that's not the sort of bullshit press he wants. If he's in the tabloids, it'll be for beating the shit out of people.

He will take that booze though. Just snatch it right out of her hand so he can drink it. "Ahh. You really did get the good shit. Have I told you lately you're fucking amazing?" Lingering camera or not, he might drape himself over her cause she's so small.

[cleartranquil]

"You could tell me again, if you want." Yuffie says with a smile that is more teeth than most would probably find comforting, comfortable with being draped on and somehow still managing to hold her ground for the most part even with the massive size difference. . "Actually, keep saying I'm awesome. Preferably where everyone can hear it."

Her ego may be something of legend but at least it isn't aggressive in the same way the rest of theirs are. It's more like she views it as a perfect fact and simply wont see otherwise.

She watches out the corner of her eye as the particular camera person seems to get the idea that Yuffie saved him from a punch to the face, for now, and seems to be heading in the direction she told him. She wanted that mess to hit the news anyway. She takes a drink and counts her...what victory of the night is this?

"Was inside that boring?" She says conversationally over the edge of her glass

[variaboss]

"Maybe if there's more of that, I will." And his chin finds a way onto the top of her head. "And of course you're awesome. You're standing with me and my awesome just naturally spreads on contact to those around me." He's joking really because she really is his favorite. Lets her get away with a lot more shit (bribes matter).

"And yeah. It's a snoozefest in there. Nothing but meeting folks and shaking hands and playing nice. The food blows. The music sucks. Only good thing is the booze. And present company. But after a smoke, I should be fine to deal with the bullshit. That, or I'm getting the hell out of here and finding my own fun. You're welcome to come along."

[cleartranquil]

"I think you've got that backwards, I'm making you about twenty times more awesome by existing." Yuffie is completely teasing right back. In this case. With other people she probably would be dead serious. Which is really one of the horrible facts of the Carnies in general. They all know they're awesome.

Running away does sound like fun, but Yuffie's got about two projects she's keeping an eye on and doesn't want to leave just yet. Careers to ruin, people to step on. All that.

"This is why I keep telling you, Xan, you gotta make your own fun." She grins and tips her head to vaguely talk more in his direction even though he's draped over her. She's very open with the rest of her bandmates about her more vicious tendencies. "I think Luci and I ended at least one band tonight without even trying hard."

[variaboss]

He just laughs. She's probably one of the few people he laughs with where the laugh isn't because he's plotting murder or something similar. "You keep thinking that, Yuffie. Maybe one day, it'll even become true." Yes, they are all awesome and anyone who says otherwise gets a boot up their ass.

He laughs more. "Making my own fun would mean the fire department and the cops being called." Not an exaggeration either. His fun is usually very hard on the local property values. "I'm trying not to drain the bail jar tonight." He plants his chin on her shoulder, even though that means bending over quite a bit.

"Oh, did you now? And I missed it. Damn. Next time I want tickets to the show." Because those two were hellions in the first degree. He's certain that Yuffie alone could destroy someone on the internet. Get Luci in on it...and god help their souls cause they're totally fucked.

"You two just remember to put your toys away when you're done with them, all right."

3

[goateeocracy]

Go fuck yourself.

[This guy has one lousy inch on him, so who the hell does he think he is trying to lord it over him? Like he would go dance with someone from Pride even if they weren't assholes who forgot to wear an entire outfit to a formal event. Honestly, he's not dancing with anyone, but that's beside the point.

Yan draws himself up to his full height, hoping the cowboy hat he's wearing will make up for the one inch deficit, and just glares back.]

[variaboss]

[He's totally unimpressed, you cheating fuck with your stupid cowboy hat. He's going to cross his arms over his chest.]

Well, at least then I know I'd have a great fuck. [He smirks at Yan because he can have glaring contests all night. And just when he was getting bored and wanting to liven things up by dancing. This is almost better.]Don't even know why I asked you. You probably blow at dancing anyway. Little shit like you couldn't keep up with me if you tried.

[goateeocracy]

Why would I try? I've got better things to do with my time.

[He smirks right back. Don't think you have the upper hand, asshole.]

Why don't you go dance by yourself? I'm sure someone must have brought some singles.

[It always feels wrong when he tries to pull off a witty comeback like that. It's not worth his time, he thinks, and it doesn't help that he doesn't have a whole lot of practice at it. His delivery is pretty good, though. He'll give himself that much.]

[variaboss]

Like what? Seriously, there's fuckall to do around here other than drink and dance. Done enough drinking for now, so that means dancing. Less you don't know how.

[Rude laughter because he's like that] That it? You can't dance. How'd you get this far in the business without that? Sure as hell wasn't your looks [Actually, he wouldn't have asked if you weren't hot.]

[goateeocracy]

See, country music requires you to actually have talent. We can't just go up on stage and make a racket and still sell records as long as we wear enough leather and take our shirts off. You know, unlike some people.

[He doesn't laugh, but he's definitely smiling more than he usually does. It's not a pretty picture.]

[variaboss]

[And now he just snorts in laughter because seriously, just who does this guy think he is? You don't just go and diss his band like that.]

Ha! I'd love to see you even remotely try to play one of Alec's solos or do one of Yuffie's riffs. You'd fail in a heartbeat. Our racket is a hell of a lot harder to play than yet another song about your girlfriend leaving and taking the truck and the dog. Our shit touches a generation of outcasts. You just entertain hicks.

[He's totally smiling back, all teeth and no happiness.]

3

[yellowcopycat]

I'll do huh? Can't turn down an invitation like that.

[Ryouta is little wary of this man. But he's certainly enjoying the view. He gets to his feet and smiles]

Lead the way.

[variaboss]

[So he's sort of used to people being leery of him. Probably got the same lovely powerpoint presentation on "See this scar covered fuck, stay far far away from him". If there's not a powerpoint yet...there should be and he'll make it happen. But digressing, the pretty boy is rising to his feet...and rising...and rising...

......... He's not used to someone being the same height as him. He's used to looming over everyone that's not Krieg. Looking a dude right in his sparkling baby bluesburnished gold is weird.

But whatever, he'll roll with it cause the guy is at least easy on the eyes]

Planning on it.

[And he'll just walk them out the dance floor like he owns the damn place and also like he doesn't give a damn that he's about to get all up in some guy's personal space dancing.]

Just try to keep up

[yellowcopycat]

[There's a chance he was told, but Ryouta isn't known for having the best attention span when he's not interested in something.]

I think that's my line.

[It's been a long, long time since he's danced with someone taller than him. In fact, he can't even recall that happening at all! So he's kinda excited about it. Plus, this dude is built.

He give the man a smile and begins to move because he can dance. Hips swaying in time with the beat, and gives him an inviting smile]

Show me what you got.

[variaboss]

[Sounds like him. He outright gets up and fucks off if it bores him enough. But Kise is interesting enough so he's got his attention for what it's worth]

Too bad. I already got it. Have to come up with your own.

[And hello, that's quite the smile there. And those hips don't lie. He's going to crowd right up on that, already moving to the beat, obviously used to dark, crazy dance clubs with no room and a rockin beat. That or mosh pits. Plus, with a guy lik this to dance with, too close isn't close enough. Any closer and they'd be sharing the same pants.]

[yellowcopycat]

[The thing that strikes him most is that it's nice not to be towering over your dance partner for once. The next is that wow, Xanxus is in his space and they're pretty close. Probably too close for this venue, but he doesn't mind. Not a single bit. He's lucking out tonight, first Maxxie, and now this guy.

He grinds back, puts a hand on Xanxus' hip]

I'm Ryouta, by the way.

[variaboss]

[Hands on hips means he gets to touch back. He doesn't care about personal space or lines he shouldn't cross. He'll probably end up grabbing Ryouta's ass as they move because it's there and he's there and it's there.]

Ryouta hmmm. It's Xanxus. Glad to finally run into someone that knows how to dance right.

[And by right, he means totally wrong for this setting]