come to my dreams

[heymcfly]

Who: Marty and YOU!
What: Since the death of Defying Atmosphere in general, Marty's not in a good state.
When: June 18th, maybe another day or two depending on what you want!
Where: Moscow
Warnings: A liiiittle mentioning of suicide!



surrender

[ Gone. Defying Atmosphere is gone.

The minute Marty arrives in Moscow, he's surrounded by media. Cameras roll, bright lights flash in the early morning light. Microphones are shoved into his face, and a million questions are asked all at once. Did Marty know anything about where they were going? Details of the crash? What was going to become of Defying Atmosphere now that there was only one member left?

And then they wanted to know about him. How was he fairing? How were his injuries healing? What were his future plans? Was he depressed, suicidal? One question after another came flooding at him, and there was no escape. Even the bodyguards couldn't keep them from coming.

Marty doesn't want to cry on camera. He's completely unaware of what really happened; as far as he knows, the crash happened. Rarity's gone, Greg, Reimu and and Lenneth are dead. Stuck in the middle of a hungry crowd, Marty starts to feel dizzy.

Finally, he snaps. With an angry yell, he pushes his way out of the mob, journalists and news reporters falling over one another in a chain reaction. Tears are falling from his eyes, the anger and despair are overpowering him. He can't do this anymore, he can't.

Being a rockstar was his dream, and it was dead now.

He can hear the footsteps of the crowd coming after him. Marty looks behind for just a second, but ends up plowing into someone enough to almost make him fall over. Frustrated, he'll look up to you and snap, ] Move!

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[ Fans of Defying atmosphere are absolutely crushed. In front of the stage is a crowd full of mourners, muttering quietly to one another. Behind the curtains, Marty can see a lot of them are holding candles. All for his fallen friends.

People were urging Marty to make some kind of statement. A word for the fans, nice little words for the other friends and family that were experiencing the loss. The other members of Defying Atmosphere were very tight with other bands, even more so than himself. As the last member of the band, people wanted to hear something. From him.

He stands behind the curtain, his guitar strap slung over his shoulder with the instrument resting against his hip. This was it. Here we go.

Marty takes a deep breath. And he steps forward onto the stage.

He's met with a loud applause, cheers and whistles lending him strength. Marty forces a smile on his face, along with a little wave. There Marty tells stories of the band, how they were a family. Often times, his voice would crack or he needed to take a moment before continuing. At the end, he offers to play one last song. It would probably be his last; he didn't have any desire to join another band. It wouldn't be the same.

They seem enlightened by the idea. So by himself, he plays a song.

Despite the fact that it's only Marty playing, the song sounds good enough. The crowd seems happy, which is nice. In the end, Marty would say that this was a very good idea, indeed.

When he steps backstage, he puts his guitar away. Probably for the last time. He sighs, shakes his head. ] Guess this is it for me. [ He's mostly talking to himself, but. ]

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[trustme]

On the contrary this is far from the end so long as Edward Blanche can be defeated.

[ It seems someone else is backstage eavesdropping. At a glance he appears to be a strange little old man. Hardly the face of a typical Vista reporter or one of the many beautiful Virgo employees. There's no sign of any of the stage hands or Kimiko nearby.

He expects Marty isn't in the mood to talk to a random stranger so he doesn't waste any more time. He raises an arm and pulls back his sleeve, revealing some sort of tech device which he immediately begins dialing buttons on. With a small zap and a subtle flash of light the hologram device turns off.

Doctor offers him a smile now that his real face is revealed. As it turns out those conspiracy theorists were right to believe Flowers Over Bones had not died in an accident. ]

Hello again Marty.

[heymcfly]

[ He doesn't recognize the face of the old man who's talking to him, nor does he really care. This guy's talking about Edward, but what does that matter? Maybe it was some way to try and cheer him up. If he was talking about getting rid of other people though it wasn't really working all that well so far. Maybe he was trying to be nice though. Marty forces a smile on his face as he locks up his guitar, sighing as his hand rested on the case. ] Guess so.

[ When he looks up next, the guy is messing with something on his arm. It's certainly unique; some people had weird fashion trends going on, but that he's never seen before. Before Marty could turn, or even straighten up, there's a flash of light and before him stands the Doctor.

No, wait. That can't be.

Marty stares for a moment or two, before cautiously getting to his feet and giving the Doctor a skeptical look. ] You're...

[ He remembers hearing about Flowers Over Bones. ] This can't be right.

[trustme]

Alive! [ He adds jazz hands for effect. ] I'm not the only one.

Perhaps you've met someone from the rescue mission? Oh I should have asked around before I left. That would have made this easier to explain. Silly Doctor. [ He shakes his head. ] I don't have much time before the guards wake up so I'll get straight to the point.

Your bandmates are alive. Greg, Meril, Rarity, Reimu- they're in hiding like my band is. The accident was a lie Blanche came up with to cover for their disappearance so the public won't start asking why they'd want to leave Virgo.

[heymcfly]

[ He wants to ask how in the hell the Doctor managed to get all of the guards to sleep, but he's not going to bother with that. Maybe ignorance is bliss, especially in a situation like this. Marty shakes his head, swallowing hard, trying to get his tired brain to actually work. ]

I, I knew Rarity left. She told me before she did that she wanted me to come with her. [ And he had refused. That was before people started getting weird powers, and before Marty could remember who the Doc was. And shit, he still had no idea how they met, only that they were about as best of friends as you could get.

Hearing that the rest of his bandmates weren't in a crash was more than relieving to hear. The last thing he wants is his friends dead, especially when they've been living and performing together for so long. But he can't help but ask... ]

Why didn't they take me?

[trustme]

[ Poor fellow. The Doctor puts a hand on Marty's shoulder and looks into his eyes with earnest. ]

Blanche had summoned your bandmates to hold some type of music magic ceremony. Had you been there we would have taken you with us. They didn't want to leave you behind.

This tour is Santiago and Blanche's final move before they cast aside the good CEO cloaks they've been wearing all these years. You'll be reunited with your band soon. Either by escaping soon or during the final effort to stop the CEOs.

[heymcfly]

[ Marty looks down, and swallows. ] When did they have the ceremony? Did they all make it out okay?

W-Wait, okay. [ Marty's so incredibly confused, it's probably criminal. ] So the CEO's are the bad guys? I, I know Rarity wanted to leave before 'cause she asked if I wanted to go with her. I don't know what the hell's goin' on here, and I don't know where anyone is...!

[ Needless to say, Marty's frustrated. ] What's goin' on?

[trustme]

The ceremony took place the night before that fake announcement that they died in an accident.

You must have noticed Greg and Meril weren't acting like themselves for the past month at least. Or Greg's supernatural abilities with music? It's all related.

[heymcfly]

Jesus. I should have paid more attention. I should have known about that...were they mad?

...Yeah, I noticed. But there were also weird rumors goin' around too. Greg and Meril always seemed really close so I didn't wanna rub my nose into shit where it shouldn't be. You know?

[trustme]

They're not angry with you at all. There's just an urgent wish to see you freed safely next.

Some individuals including Greg and myself have developed music magic abilities during their time with the labels. It's the same type of special power the CEOs and some of the senior artists possess. Blanche saw Greg was growing powerful and began watching him closely. To better control Greg and Meril, Blanche resorted to breaking off pieces of their souls and crystallizing them. That caused the two of them to act unlike themselves.

Thankfully Blanche was using their soul fragments as a part of the ceremony he was trying to perform the other night. When we went to kidnap your bandmates we were also able to return their soul fragments to their bodies. Both of them are much more themselves now.

[heymcfly]

[ Marty pauses, looking to his shoes. ] This really sucks. This is everything I wanted to be. I wanted to be a rockstar. [ He looks to the Doctor with sad eyes. ] Is it best that I go?

H-He...Blanche did what? [ He should be relieved that his friends' souls are back to normal- and he is! But the fact that Blanche tried to do that in the first place has his attention for now. ] How? I mean...

Jesus, did it hurt? What an asshole! I, I can't...

[ He can't swallow any of this stuff. ]