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interstellar55552015-12-07 05:47 pm
interdimanagers) wrote in interstellar55552015-12-07 05:47 pm
Entry tags:
- !edward blanche,
- !event,
- !lesedi santiago,
- aramat drawdes,
- bumblebee,
- finnick odair,
- genos,
- greg universe,
- jamie hemeros,
- jecht,
- johanna mason,
- koumei ren,
- lenneth valkyrie,
- luce,
- luci,
- mai,
- maki nishikino,
- maxxie oliver,
- nia teppelin,
- sans,
- shotaro hidari,
- stampy,
- steven universe,
- superbia squalo,
- terrance ward,
- the doctor,
- the psiioniic,
- tsubomi kido,
- tsunayoshi sawada,
- xanxus,
- yosuke hanamura
☆TRACK V: I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE PT. 1
Who: Everyone that isn't an opt out!
What: Naomi Rivers throws a terrible holiday party.
When: December 7th, 2054
Where: Naomi's ocean side mansion.
Warnings: Violence, poisoning, various murder attempts, mind control, general uncomfortable lack of consent. Also, probably drug use. Maybe sex? Who knows what you'll get up to.
What: Naomi Rivers throws a terrible holiday party.
When: December 7th, 2054
Where: Naomi's ocean side mansion.
Warnings: Violence, poisoning, various murder attempts, mind control, general uncomfortable lack of consent. Also, probably drug use. Maybe sex? Who knows what you'll get up to.
“I will burn for you; Feel pain for you. I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart, And tear it apart.” ☆I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE  The first two hours of the solstice party are surprisingly normal. Members of both labels arrive by private sky shuttle, and are invited into the ballroom for food and drink. It’s even more surprising when both Lesedi Santiago and Edward Blanche arrive as well, and spent most of that first period speaking quietly in a nearby lounge area. Lesedi’s body guards and Juno watch the space around them, keeping anyone of lesser important from interrupting what looks to be quite the serious discussion. After food, the ballroom stage is taken over by a number of increasingly impressive entertainment pieces. It seems to be obligatory for everyone to stay and watch (not that it’s a struggle – the talent involved is unmistakeable), but not long into it Lesedi and Edward can be seen disappearing outside together, and show no immediate signs of returning. And that’s when Naomi Rivers takes the stage. To the Virgo that have heard it before, the song is more viscerally familiar than anything you’ve only heard once should be, and it awakens the ideas that were implanted there the night before. You have a job to do here, tonight. One that is only fair – almost righteous. Lesedi Santiago and her ilk will suffer for her transgressions. The performances end, and everyone is released out to the rest of the grounds, to mingle and celebrate at their leisure. While things may seem civil on the surface, beneath that something dark is brewing. You gradually begin to notice that almost none of the more veteran members of either label are present. ► BALLROOM: The central nexus of the party, the ballroom is the location of the buffet table, the stage, and the dance floor. There will be music available all night, even after the official “performances” have ended. There are tables set up around the edges of the room for eating and relaxing. ► LOUNGE: Where Lesedi and Edward were having their meeting earlier, the lounge is filled with comfortable chairs, classic art, and a large, ornate fireplace. If you figure out who to ask, there are a number of chemical vices available to all guests. ► BALCONIES: There is a generous series of balconies that line the exterior of the upper floor. The ocean can be seen from one side and the gardens can be seen from the other. ► GUEST ROOMS: Down the halls from the ballroom there are a few generous guest bedrooms that have been left open for use. ► GARDENS: Out towards the back there are a wide variety of plants, and a well kept stone path and manmade waterfall. The plant life is on the sedate side due to the winter, but it’s still green. ► OUTDOOR POOL: There’s a pool out front with a shallow and a deep end. The water is clear and artificially warmed. ☆OOC CONSIDERATIONS Please remember that any attempted assassinations are meant to remain covert, and if your character is incapable of being stealthy then you must assume that any attempts you make are happening towards the end of the evening – let’s say around 11PM. The spell compelling people to do this does not want a riot or a bloodbath – what it wants is for people to die before the rest of the group can realize that anything is even going on. Of course, this isn’t exactly going to work out, but if you are finding yourself getting into the realm of intense physical violence you might want to stop and slow down a little.Virgo members that didn’t hear the song the night before are free from any compulsions, and so are all members of Pride. If non-mind controlled characters start clueing in to what’s going on and start trying to evacuate in large numbers, that is where you’ll want to wrap up threads and wait for Part 2 of the log, which will contain the end results and will be triggered by any large amount of chaos. If any characters attempt to escape earlier in the evening, they’ll find that the shuttles have all been grounded, and wandering in the woodland nearby just seems to result in them getting lost and ending up back at the mansion. It’s a real pickle. If you’ve got any question about what’s going on please leave them on the original plot post and they’ll get answered! The opt out event will be posted ASAP. “I will lie for you; Beg and steal for you. I will crawl on hands and knees until you see: You're just like me.” |
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His sobs only begin to quiet when Greg starts singing, first out of confusion, and then out of some strangely hypnotic feeling. Why is he doing that? It's...it's weird, and...
He falls silent, small hiccups of lingering emotion the only disruption, now. It sounds familiar to him, somehow, in a way that seems to break his heart and sooth it at the same time.
Dear old dad...
He doesn't start singing, but he remember the notes and the words somehow. The hiccups fade now, too, but he stays silent. He doesn't know what to do or say. He doesn't know anything anymore.
Maybe he's right.]
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He spares a moment of pause, puzzling over it, before falling into the most obvious solution: coming up with what's next on his own. ]
Precious child, do you recall
We would laugh and sing, while the rain would fall
No matter the weather, I promise it's true
Sunshine never shines as bright as you
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Which is maybe why the song finds its way out of him, anyway. Feeling so distant from everything, he also feels more distant from possibilities of fear and humiliation. With Greg singing in the dimness of the bathroom, it's the only thing he can think about.
His voice is soft and so incredibly frail when he sings. Does it even really count as singing at all? All the same, the words still come, halting and wavering.]
Dear old dad...remember when...you would sing to me...
We could do it again...?
Dear old dad...
[He trails off, his heart clenching inside of him. Even as the words come to mind, he can't sing them. It hurts too much.
He falls silent.]
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Exhaustion slows his movements, weighing him down as much as possible, as he pushes himself to his feet. ]
Remember how...
[ Even at a mansion's size, the bathroom isn't that big, but the walk over feels far greater than it is. Isn't it silly, how much effort he's going to, for a kid who doesn't want him around--for someone who doesn't even like him?
Because of course Tiger doesn't like him. When they're together, all the kid does is cry. All Greg ever does is hurt him. Why even bother, if it just keeps making him worse? ]
You would sit on my shoulders
well... how 'bout it now...?
[ Greg sits on the bathtub's edge. This is awkward. He's invading the kid's space. He looks like a creeper, or a maniac. Or even a murderer. Who's to say he won't end up really and actually hurting him, like everyone else seems to want to, if he doesn't get away?
He tucks his feet in the bath, behind Tiger. He can't remember any more words. They're in there, at the tip of his tongue, but he just can't get them out.]
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His fingers clench around the edge of the pillow. The words seem to come reflexively - it's only without really thinking about it that he can manage to get through them at all, even at a mumble.]
Dear old dad...I was wondering why...
As I get older...now that days keep going on by...
Dear old dad...remember this, too...
[He trails off again, shutting his eyes tightly. All he can think is that he wants to remember - that he wants so badly to go home.]
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He feels unbearably lonely. ]
In this whole wide world...
[ He's not so much singing, at this point, as he is whispering, with a lilt in his voice. His hand reaches out, then pulls back. Greg's caught in a push and pull, knowing he's making a mistake, another one, that he can't keep doing this over and over, he needs to learn his lesson sometime.
But he's so scared, and alone. They both are. ]
There's no one like... [ It's awkward, kneeling in a bathtub for a hug from behind. Yet, it's not even the strangest that's happened between them, is it...? What's one more... ] ...you...
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He turns around to accept the embrace, despite all of his protests before. He doesn't understand, how this feeling and this love can be so close and so far away from him at the same time. Like they're both just prisoners in their own minds.
He curls up against him in bathtub, a quiet sob on his breath. He doesn't want to let go.]
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He never planned on this, never wanted anything like it. It's not fair for him to be pulled into these alien feelings, caught between the urge to do something without any knowledge of what or how. It's not fair to Tiger--after all this boy's been through, he deserves someone who knows what they're doing. Instead, this immature, lost idiot is the one bumbling through a haze, trying to help. What did Tiger do to end up with this mess?
His breathing shudders as he tucks the shrunken teen under his chin. He's so scared he's going to break this poor child, but he's even more terrified of letting go of this source of the most true, terrifying thing he's ever experienced.
There's no telling how long they clutched each other in that bathtub, silent but for crying, before Greg finally breaks it with a low murmur. ]
Is it all right... if I ask you something...?
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Y-Yeah...
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[ After what they've been through, calling him "Tiger" has started to feel so... stilted. ]
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But lately...it's started to feel less that way. Like Tiger is a silly nickname he uses, a person he is on stage. Like people using it to refer to him is a layer of distance purposefully set between them.
He doesn't know. It makes him upset to think about. Tiger Universe was supposed to be his identity, one that he picked out for himself and liked. Now he's not so sure.
He speaks quietly.]
I never liked it...I didn't like going by what he decided to name me. It...It wasn't fair. That he'd get to pick something like that, when he didn't even...
[He trails off.]
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Greg nods, chin in Tiger's hair. ]
Sure. I don't like thinking about my old name, either. [ He watches the far wall of the shower stall, brow knitting together. ] My parents cut me off when I went into music. So I figured I may as well have my own name.
[ That much is clear, and all he ever bothered to reflect on. After his conversation with Garnet, though, he wonders... everything else about his family is a haze. ]
Hah... crazy, right? We did the same sort of thing, and ended up picking the same name.
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[HAHA YEAH. PRETTY WEIRD. Tiger's laugh is pretty weak.
It makes his heart hurt to think about it. There are too many confusing things pulling him in way too many direction. Their names matching fits into the puzzle perfectly, but only if the answer to it all is something that makes him deeply uncomfortable.]
Did you...really pick the name 'Greg'?
[He sounds softly incredulous. Like...why would anyone willingly choose Greg? It's so...boring?]
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[ It is pretty weird sounding next to his last name, but he sort of likes that about it. ]
My family's name never made much of a difference for me, but... I dunno. "Greg" has been with me through everything. It's mine, y'know? ...I dunno if that makes any sense. I never put it in words before.
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[He has to think about that for a few moments, letting the concept settle with him. There's a period of silence before he speaks again.]
Mine is Steven.
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[ It feels familiar, coming out of his mouth. He's sure he knows someone with that name. ]
That's a nice one, I think. Hard to stand up to Tiger, though.
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Yeah, tigers are awesome.
[Which is really all the logic someone needs when they are less than ten years old and picking their own name. That's how he remembers it, anyway.]
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[ If there's one thing Greg can always fall back on, no matter his mental state... ]
I JUST THOUGHT OF A SWEET ALBUM COVER
If you google "space tiger" there are a whole bunch of pictures. Some of them are of me! But also...real tigers. But in space.
CALLIN' IT WATER WITCH
[ Between the masses of water crashing around him, a pinkish-white light cracks open the air. An instant later a huge pink lion bursts through. On his back sit two small figures, one a young girl and the other--
"Steven!"]
...p...pretty cool...