☆MINGLE LOG: SOUTH VISTA MUSIC FEST

[interdimanagers]

Who: Everyone!
What: An open mingle log for everyone from everywhere.
When: November 18th-24th, 2054
Where: South Vista
Warnings: Could be anything!

☆THE FESTIVAL Welcome to the South Vista Music Fest! An enormous, weeklong festival with hundreds of bands performing nearly 24/7, the Music Fest is a quarter annual event that celebrates all manners of local talent, both big time and small time. Every band from Pride Records and Virgo Entertainment will have performances to do, including the freshly recruited – you better have your act together, because now is your time to shine! Player bands will be performing roughly once a day, with bands from the first app round predominantly with evening slots and the newest bands with predominantly afternoon slots. There is definitely a hierarchy to the scheduling - Pride and Virgo claim almost all of the prime performance times, while other labels are forced to deal with the leftovers. You've definitely been chosen by the winners of the music industry in these parts, that's for sure. Shuttles will be available to take people back to their relative HQs in their downtime, but they're also allowed to hang out and enjoy the festivities if that's what they prefer. Stuff is happening all day and night, so it's really just a question of how much you can party while still being conscious for your own show. Your managers will tell you that the company CEOs pay extra close attention to this event, so that you need to be on your best behaviour. The festival takes up a massive amount of floor area with multiple stages of various sizes and a large amount of glowy display screens. It's set up on the ground floor of the cityscape, meaning that the suspension roads and walkways above have been programmed to add to the ambient lighting all day and night. ► TRAILER PARK KIDS: For those that just want to chill, there is a massive VIP area reserved for labels to park various trailers for their musicians to hang out in during downtime - one for each band. They aren't quite as big as the tour buses, but they are comfortable and well stocked. Each is equipped with two beds and a bathroom/shower. Pretty much every local band you know of is here, including the notorious Predator. Nose around their trailer at your own risk. ► IN THE SPOTLIGHT: With at least six performances in a span of six days, there is plenty of time for shenanigans to go down both back and center stage. Time to show your mettle, and to hope that some asshole doesn't take all the best food items from the backstage catering tables before you can get to them. ► ATMOSPHERIC NOISE: If you dare brave the storm, there is a massive quantity of merch, vendor, and food booths available for your perusal. Many fans endeavor to spend as much time at Music Fest as possible, and so the space is very lived in, with large groups of people hanging out in well populated lounge areas. Depending on how popular you are, it may be difficult to get around without getting swarmed by your fans. ► DON'T FORGET TO REMEMBER: And all the while, the strange memories continue. The label's newest members will have started to feel strange as of November 6th, and by the time of the Fest almost all of them will be discovering their first memories regains. The first one should be based on the alignment you chose, but the rest can be whatever you want. New character may regain up to 4 memories between their arrival and the end of November.

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Tooru Oikawa | Pride - Crown of Thorns

[worthlesspride]

A Trailer

[Tooru Oikawa, Grand King of the Cello, is either watching Jupiter Ascending on his tablet before Crown of Thorn's set or he's trolling other bands, Virgo ones in particular, using on of his sock puppet accounts afterwards. It's mostly petty shit, commenting on how awful some outfits are, how awful certain singers sound without the benefit of autotune, and what not. He's currently writing a scathing review of his own clothes - not a chore at all has he hates the Gothic look on him. He's constantly the one wearing the least elaborate costumes amongst his band. He'll forever wonder why Pride chose to shuffle him into Goth band of all things, but it had far more Classical leanings than modern which made him happy. Plus ripping himself apart would cast suspicion off of him.]

B - Bars and Food

[After the show and he's changed into something less likely to kill him. he hits the food trucks. He's hungry, and his knee's killing him for some reason. He either has the choice of taking his pain killers or drinking, and he's chosen drinking. Either way, he needs food or otherwise he'll get sick. And no one wants a sick Tooru. He's a misery.]

C Remember Passion Hate.

[The memory catches him at a moment where he's surrounded by others. He's suddenly in a gym. On the floor, next to a Volleyball net. On the other side is a mountain of a boy, looking down at him with cool judgement. This kid - in the memory they're both young, fourteen, fifteen, so they'd have to be the same age now - this man. There's nothing in the world he hates more than this wall he keeps hitting.

He swipes his hand at angry tears that had suddenly sprung from his eyes]

What the fuck was that?

A

[giglio_madonna]

[By all means, Tooru. Go after Virgo's hipster darling Flowers Over Bones. They're classical, too, clearly they're a rival.]

[Or something.]

[worthlesspride]

[Obviously. Once he's done ripping himself apart he goes after Flower over Bones using a different sock puppet account. Then he sends their leader, or one of them, the 'mother' of the group, a 'lovely' privet message to her public account via untraceable e-mail with all sorts of improvements they could use. Starting with getting rid of Doctor's stupid bow ties, and only becoming more pleasant from there.

That done he decides it's time to explore the festival. Maybe if he's lucky he'll run across the FoB crowd. He doubts Luce would have read it, probably their manager would and delete it. But wouldn't be fun if they had? Unpleasant as it was he doubted it would actually break their spirit. Piss them off probably, but that was just as fun.]

[giglio_madonna]

[Good news: Angel Ramsay, despite likely having some concerns over the decision and telling Luce nearly every day to for god's sake not flirt with anyone, does not handle Luce's email. The other good news is that he gets an answer around the hour.]

[The downside, possibly, is that there doesn't seem to be any particular venom or rage in the response. It's cheery, really, responding that the Doctor might cry if they took away his bowties and that anything else would unfortunately have to go past their manager first.]

[It even finishes with a thank you that he's so invested in their success, and she hopes he continues to support them.]

[Also there's a happy emoji at the end.]

[ﾟ･✿ヾ╲(｡◕‿◕｡)╱✿･ﾟ]

[It's either PA as all hell, or sincere, and he gets to decide which is worse or better.]

[He can find her fairly easily in the rest of the festival! It's easy to tell, considering FoB's fans are clamoring all around the merch stall where she's smiling and signing things at the moment. He can always wait for it to settle if he really want to hassle her... Or he can just try it while there are a bunch of fans around, if he really doesn't give a shit.]

[worthlesspride]

[Tooru gets the reply and smiles at it. Oh, the hipsters have some bite, huh? That's fine. More fun.

He does flit by there, he's a little out of place in all black And can't but feel Wolfie was right; the flower motif and how much of it is tacky.

Still, he's there mostly to observe. He hangs back, watches, if asked he'll say he's waiting for the crowd to die down. He spends sometime on his phone, occasionally watching Luce sign autographs and the like.

The reason why he's actually taking an interest in them? Tooru doesn't care about sales, it's the manager's and label's job to sell them. What he wants is the critical acclaim. And as Flowers over Bones is a classical band like Crown of Thorns, though with a pop flavor to CoT's gothic tones, he needs to make sure Crown of Thorns is better than Flowers over Bones. The fact that they're from rival labels only makes the rivalry more fun.]

[giglio_madonna]

[It takes a while for Luce to get done. There are some times when she glances away, like she thinks she's taking a break, but then a woman clearly her manager will poke by and give a quiet shake of her head. Eventually, however, the crowd thins out, and Luce gives a small shake of her hand to get some feeling back into it.]

[If he doesn't feel like approaching her just then, well, she'll certainly leave the booth after a moment. Just. Feeling in hand first.]

[worthlesspride]

[Eventually he goes and gets himself a drink, and then, when it looks like she's leaving, he'll accidentally on purpose bump into her, pretending he's absorbed into his phone. It's cheap beer and he'll mostly spill it on himself, hopefully none gets on her. He's not THAT much of an asshole]

Oh oops! Sorry!

[giglio_madonna]

Ah-!

[Well, it was doomed to happen eventually in a crowd like this. A few drops get onto her dress, but it's nothing in comparison to the mess on him.]

It's nothing, it happens- are you alright? You're soaked.

[worthlesspride]

Oh, I'm fine.

[He smiled a little sheepishly]

I should have been paying attention.

[giglio_madonna]

Still... You're wet. Do you need a new shirt? I don't want you wandering around and getting sick because of wet beer stuck to you.

[She's already making a move towards the booth.]

[worthlesspride]

[He follows her.]

I guess I'll buy a shirt then.

[He smiles a little sheepishly] If it's not too much trouble.

[giglio_madonna]

Oh, don't be silly. I bumped into you, I wouldn't dream of making you pay. I'm not some evil capitalist witch!

[She just has to make sure Angel has her back turned...]

Any preferences?

[worthlesspride]

Black would be lovely thank you. And I'm not one for huge symbols. Small and over the breast if you have any like that.

[She's so maternal. He wonders how much is real]

C

[mildwildchild]

Stress. Poor nutrition. Lack of sleep.

[Jamie's indifferent look is laced with something like pity.]

Hang in there, newb, you'll get used to it.

[worthlesspride]

Newb, excuse me?

[Tooru turns around to glare at the kid. And holy shit, it is a kid. He recognizes him, he did his research on Pride when they offered him the job in one of their bands.

This was Jamie Hemeros. One of the boy toys of Flashstep. Ew. And according to the internet, the hot head of the band. Double Ew. He looks around, hoping the rest of the band isn't around, because that would be awful.]

You seem to be lost. Did you loose your boyfriend?

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie's look stiffens just a skosh. Not like he hasn't heard sixty million variations on "everyone in Flashstep is gay because boyband", but it still sticks in his craw.]

Uh, yes. Newb. That would be you. Although let me guess - you just got lucky when they were pulling names out of a hat trying to decide who to sign next.

[Recover from that, IF YOU CAN.]

[worthlesspride]

[Tooru snorts. That was weak, Jamie.]

I'm afraid that's your story. I'm a classically trained cellist, trained by the greats.

[Partially true. He had gone to a music school, not one as nice as Mai's but a decent one. Mostly his parents, also cellist who had preformed in symphonies most of their adult lives had trained him, well known in the world of classical music, but not famous. Sometimes they had friends that gave him pointers, but beyond that he had worked hard for this position, for his skills. He won't let some boyband piece of fluff that thought it was a pit bull ruin that.

He drew himself up to his full height, just over six feet, and dressed in all black he thinks he might make an imposing figure.]

I'm not some underage pretty boy used to draw in the crowds of yaoi fan girls.

[Though he's very pretty himself, thanks for noticing.]

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie isn't that put off by the guy's height right now, honestly, although the difference is pretty daunting. It's not like they're going to start trading punches right here in public.]

It's cute that you think I'm an underage prettyboy. And you're not the only one who puts in a lot of hours and had some special training, hot shot, so why don't you pull your head out of your ass.

[You're also not the only one with well-known parents, jerkface. Not that Jamie's going to mention his.]

[worthlesspride]

[Well, no, Tooru hardly ever throws punches. He's just used to getting punched for some reason.]

You're what? Twelve? By the time I was your age I had composed several pieces of award winning solos. [Second place is still award winning] You? You shake your flat ass and sing songs that someone else choreographed and wrote for you? Dedication, sure, but creative? Not in the slightest.

[mildwildchild]

So you're checking out my ass now? The ass of a twelve-year-old, according to you. Not making yourself look good here, champ.

[He just conveniently refrains from addressing any of the other insults, like they're not even worth dignifying with a response, even though they are eating him alive inside. You said something gay, Tooru, YOU BIG GAYLORD.]

[worthlesspride]

Please, it's hardly my fault it's being shoved in my face. All that merchandise; the posters, body pillows. [He makes a vague gesture at the kiosks selling merchandise.] I feel sick just looking at you. It's a shame what your manager allows to make... hmmmm a few extra bucks from the underage girls.

[Oh, Jamie, no. No, he knows that he hit gold now. You should have responded. Now he knows exactly what hurts. And the smirk he has on now? It means he knows he hit gold.]

Well, I should leave so you can practice all the steps that were carefully crafted for you. Practice hard! Don't want to insult the work of your choreographer now.

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie wants to wipe that smirk off his face in the worst way, but even he knows that escalating things to physical violence right in the middle of the festival won't go over well with his manager. He shoots Tooru a sneer in response.]

Oh, well, if you need to run along home so you can get Mommy and Daddy to write you some more killer insults, don't let me stop you. I'd say that I'll check out your act later, when you're performing one of those lower-tier early afternoon slots, but we've got a promotional thing to do. Maybe if you try hard you'll get to know what one of those is like. Someday.

[What now, Tooru? What now?!

[worthlesspride]

[Tooru laughs lightly. Oh kid, you're cute.]

I'm sure you do. Gotta show the world the lack of personality you have.

But that's okay, I'm sure one will grow in once your balls drop.

[mildwildchild]

[Eye twitch.]

Doesn't seem to have worked for you. But I guess when you're sitting behind a big hunk of wood the entire time you're on stage it doesn't matter whether or not you have a personality.

[worthlesspride]

[Another chuckle, kid, you might not be too bad. Which is bad for you because now you're interesting]

Hmm, showing your ignorance there. Maybe you should see us when you aren't exploiting the burgeoning hormones of preteens. Crown of Thorns is preforming everyday during the festival, so I'm sure you could squeeze it in somehow.