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interstellar55552015-11-18 11:26 am
interdimanagers) wrote in interstellar55552015-11-18 11:26 am
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- ankh,
- aramat drawdes,
- bumblebee,
- fetch walker,
- finnick odair,
- garnet,
- genos,
- greg universe,
- itachi uchiha,
- ivan karelin,
- jamie hemeros,
- johanna mason,
- kanami mashita,
- keith goodman,
- koumei ren,
- lenneth valkyrie,
- luce,
- luci,
- mai,
- maki nishikino,
- maxxie oliver,
- momo kisaragi,
- nariko,
- nia teppelin,
- optimus prime,
- pao-lin huang,
- peni parker,
- rei hino,
- richard st. vier,
- ryouta kise,
- sans,
- shotaro hidari,
- sora,
- steven universe,
- superbia squalo,
- terrance ward,
- the doctor,
- the psiioniic,
- tooru oikawa,
- trucy wright,
- tsubomi kido,
- tsunayoshi sawada,
- wolfram von bielefeld,
- xanxus,
- yosuke hanamura
☆MINGLE LOG: SOUTH VISTA MUSIC FEST
Who: Everyone!
What: An open mingle log for everyone from everywhere.
When: November 18th-24th, 2054
Where: South Vista
Warnings: Could be anything!
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. |
Luce's Performance - ota
[When it's Luce's turn, it's not her bass- of either sort- that she's relying on. She's leaning on vocals, it seems, and when the music starts up...]
Are we more than he bargained for yet
Check in your name, you'll show us anything that can be seen
Nightmare of your choice done this week
Snake in the grass, never will apologize
Just an 'o' in your bank account
But it's better than a line in my song
[For those who've listened to Luce's songs in another album before, something about her voice seems... different this time. She's always been a fantastic singer, of course. There's good reason for Flower Over Bones' popularity.]
[Yet this one really seems to... reach into people. Music is always talked about how it can affect people, yet it seems to be especially true right now. Those who listen to it actually feel different. The fondness in her voice permeates down to the core, as if one can understand her feelings completely- how much she likes the subject of the song, yet the bittersweet sensation to it is almost sad.]
[Those close to the stage who don't have to fight against all the usual concert noise can feel it strongest, but even those in the back can have a flickering sort of sensation so long as they can hear her.]
[And maybe, for a very select few, something in the music seems familiar.]
[If they're curious about it, or want to congratulate the new sound, well, they can always approach Luce backstage when FoB bows out.]
ALRIGHT THEN you wanted this...
[ But there's something about this song that makes him pause and get closer to the crowd. Whether it's the woman's face -- it's vaguely familiar, but not in the way it should be when you've seen it in concerts or magazines before. Those piercing blue eyes, maybe. He can't help but think something should be slightly different somehow. A longer hairstyle? -- or maybe it's the voice. There's something in it. A presence... ]
[ A presence he's known before. ]
[ For a moment, it's as if he can feel it, two of them even, though one's relatively serene and the other's more dangerous, intense. He's laying on cold concrete, battered, forcing himself to move -- basically crawl -- toward the pillars, voices and smoke in the distance. But that's not important, what's important is -- ]
[ There's a blood curling scream, a familiar voice, important voice, that's not supposed to sound like this, not afraid, not in pain -- and it feels like his very heart is being ripped out, he tries to fucking get there but he's lost too much blood and the last thing he can see from the floor is a formation of ice -- that has just sealed all of his hopes and dreams away from him -- and a bunch of feet running closer before everything goes black. ]
[ He blinks once, twice, finding himself standing still stupidly, the crowd to the side going wild, FoB still on the stage, the singer's still going on -- isn't that a lovely voice? -- and he seriously considers rethinking most of his habits, because that's some fucking bad trip. ]
[ A moment later, he realizes that he's angry instead. So he grabs whatever is nearest -- probably some plate with tiny sandwiches, and flings it at the stage. Most likely yelling something like 'Enough' or 'Shut up', but he probably won't be heard over both the music and the fans. It falls short, hitting the edge of the stage rather than the finger's face, but at least it's delivered his sentiment, right? ]
squalo they found your chill at the lost and found stall
[Luce doesn't stop singing, only partially because she's a professional. It's mostly because, just like when she'd written the lyrics, the song feels important.]
[Besides, at this kind of concert, with some of the bands that are playing? It's probably someone on something. Security will take care of anything that starts up.]
[Still, when they finish up and leave the stage to applause, Luce glances back towards the crowd to see if she can spot her mystery food flinger.]
that would imply it's a thing that exists
[ Someone's asking if he's feeling alright, so obviously he brushes them off and goes back into the mingle, doing his best to erase everything that happened from his mind. ]
[ Considering he's six feet tall and that white hair shines like a goddamn beacon, it's really not hard to spot him, even if he's in a different part of the area than before. ]
you have to sleep at some point, squalo. even you.
[Seeing the mystery food flinger from before, well, she can't resist wandering over to him and flicks her finger at his shoulder. He's familiar, in that "I saw him on stage for maybe thirty seconds" sort of way.]
[The hood might cover her head, but the blue eyes are likely still familiar.]
So do you do that to every band that takes the stage that isn't you?
this coke espresso begs to differ
No.
[ It sounds like he's doing her an incredible favor by spitting that one word out. ]
no subject
[It'd be interesting publicity, but not particularly the kind of publicity she wants to court while she's with Virgo.]
Or should I assume otherwise from you?
no subject
[ Actually, if she insists... ]
What was with that song?
no subject
Hm? The one I just sang? What about it?
no subject
[ Or he might throw more than food next time. Don't think he won't punch you just because you don't have a dick. ]
There's something off about it. Something odd. Like it's alive. Not in the way music usually is.
no subject
[They simply feel more genuine and deep in her than any other feelings she can think of.]
[Luce observes him for a moment, looking over all of him, before she offers the next bit.]
It's written for someone in particular.
no subject
[ He continues scowling at her as she looks him over. ]
Obviously I'm not it, so why are you telling me this?
no subject
[A smile probably shouldn't be coming with that admission.]
But the person I thought of when I wrote that song... Seems like they'd fit you, somehow. That's all.
no subject
[ SO SUSPICIOUS. What does that even mean? Fit him? In what way? How would he have anything in common with this woman's friend/lover/child/dead maternal figure? It just doesn't make sense. ]
Right, you're obviously drunk or high. Or both.
[ Like he's not the one who just threw plates at the stage and stormed off. ]
no subject
Still, not that I have confirmation on a worry of mine, I'll stop bothering you. Don't get into trouble now.
[No wonder he was getting a strong mom-scolding-child vibe. It's strong in that last line alone.]
no subject
[ And there it goes again. She's such a goddamn mom, but she's not, is she? Surely the media would have caught wind of something like that by now. ]
VOOOOOOIIII!! Don't go telling me what to do!
no subject
Oh, I wasn't. It's just a suggestion, that's all.
no subject
[ He's going to pointedly turn away and walk off, though the presence from her performance is still haunting his mind. ]
and another - Drug Use
He feels...warm... all of a sudden. So very warm, like there's a fire inside of him. It blazes hot and bright, growing steadily stronger as if answering to her, harmonizing with her. But there's an edge to the heat and he feels fear, as if remembering the way his hands are enveloped in a bright orange flame with a burning red core.
He closes his eyes, he sees a woman. She's haggard and dirty and her eyes, they are like his own, only they seem to have lost touch with reality.
He feels small again. So small and so scared. He can smell it. The burning of human flesh, still lingering. He can't stop shaking. She's petting over his hair and murmuring to him, arms around him, rocking him softly. "Don't be afraid of it, my sweet boy. I know it's scary but you never have to fear it. The power you have isn't something to be scared of. That fire is there to protect you. It will never hurt you. That's your fire. That's your power. It makes you special. It makes you important. Those flames you carry are your birthright, passed from father to son from generation to generation. They are the proof of it. You're definitely his. His son. And with that power of yours you'll become a great and powerful man one day. You will use that flame and become a strong leader. You'll be Boss someday, head of your Family. So don't cry anymore, Xanxus. Be strong and remember that you are powerful, you are strong, you will be magnificent and your mother loves you."
His eyes open and he's back. He's back and he feels cold. Cold and empty like never before. He doesn't even stay for the end of the performance. He just turns and sweeps away from it.
He already knows what he's after. Where he's going. He's going back to the trailers and shooting up.