☆INTERLUDE: YOU WILL BELIEVE IN ME

[interdimanagers]

Who: All the opt outs, and DAFT PUNK.
What: Gold and Silver waste everybody's time.
When: December 7th, 2054
Where: A warehouse in outer Vista City.
Warnings: NPCs being cryptic.

“I will cry for you, I will cry for you. I will wash away your pain with all my tears, And drown your fear.” ☆YOU WILL BELIEVE IN ME You were late, for some reason. It doesn't matter whether it was because of an important photo shoot, a performance that ran late, or just being generally slothful and slow: you're all getting shuffled onto the last shuttle out. Maybe you didn't want to go to he party and were trying to avoid it. There's a weird tension that been leading up to it, especially on Virgo's side, and as you stare out at the cityscape beneath you may find those same misgivings rising up again. No matter your feelings, attendance has been made mandatory. The punishment for not showing is likely not worth the relief of avoiding it, at least if its your fault. So maybe it's a blessing when your shuttle driver suddenly seems to cease, and then takes your shuttle abruptly off course. It's less obvious at first, but it becomes more and more so as you fly - you're supposed to be heading to the coast, but your flight path is heading down to the south, out to a comparatively barren industrial sector of Vista that you've never actually seen. They are unresponsive to speaking and shouting, and the layer of glass that separates you make it impossible to actually disrupt them. You're more or less the prisoner of this little detour until it finally begins to land, sailing gracefully through the doors of an otherwise unremarkable warehouse. There are two shuttles arriving within the same few minutes - one marked with Pride colours, and the other with Virgo. The entry gate closes, and seals itself. A few minutes after that, your pilot moves for the first time in a while and opens the doors for you, leaving themselves sealed within the cab and apparently not being very fussed about it at all. You're released out into the warehouse, and you can see there are...bean bag chairs littered about? And some coolers filled with beer and vodka? What the hell? One of the walls even has a projector connected to a computer, apparently set up to watch movies. Ultimately, it's not really what you expect out of a sudden hijacking. A few moments later, a pair of masked people who may or may not be familiar come riding out of one of the upper levels on a shared, flying motorcycle, landing and dismounting at a bit of a hectic pace. Gold helmet is at the wheel. "You made it!" they declare, somewhat awkwardly. They sound a bit rushed. Silver pushes themselves off of the back, tucking some kind of device into their leather jacket. "Look, guys, let's make this simple. So far as you're concerned, this is a stick up. You're ours for...the next five hours, let's say. Behave yourself and everyone goes home, no problem." Gold looks over at Silver for a moment, and then addresses you in a bit more friendly manner: "So...point is, you may as well have some fun and just deal with it! Nobody here wants to fight, right? Let's be chill." There's a pause. "We brought booze?" ☆YOU WILL BELIEVE IN ME So, you're stuck here for the foreseeable future, it seems. Your captors don't seem to mean any harm - if you stay non-violent, they will too. There could even be an opportunity to gather some information, if you can keep your cool. The pair of them will be cycling in and out over the night, and despite an apparent tension in the air, they also seem...bored? Maybe just restless. There is something going on that they're not telling you, and it's up to you whether you want answers or not. As it is, they seem happy enough to sit back and watch the movies they have set up on that computer and knock a few back. No ones phones will be able to get signals, in the meantime. You can only wonder what this means for your friends stuck on the other side. “See your face every place that I walk in; Hear your voice every time I am talking. You will believe in me, And I will never be ignored.”

Comments

[connivingbird]

[They were the same people. Ankh had been nursing a headache since the last time he ran into them - a nasty, small headache that seemed to also give him weird feelings that felt too much at odds with his normal way of thinking. But while he sat huddled on a bean bag and ignored the beer, he watched them instead of the movie. Then once the first one was done and someone suggested something else, he got up and approached Silver.]

What is this all about? [He couldn't see anything in the weird masks but he does flick his hand out to include the scattering of people and the two waiting shuttles.] Is there something you're after?

[interstellarebels]

[Silver has been pretty sedate. While Gold has gone out of their way to address the gathering a few times without provocation, the times that Silver is left to watch them have been very quiet. They sit back against one of the shuttles, and only look up when spoken to.]

Nothing we haven't got right here. Don't complicate things.

[connivingbird]

Who's complicating things? I'm just being curious as to why.

[He didn't think that they were after a ransom or something. The grabs were too random and really, just because their bands were gaining popularity didn't mean they were that protected by the labels. They were replaceable after all.

A twist to his tattooed hand palm facing up as he just talked, trying to keep his voice down.]

I think I talked to someone like you a couple times. Now I've been getting headaches and things are... are... distant, and I don't know if I should trust it.

[interstellarebels]

That was me, yeah.

[Silver regards him levelly, considering what he's said.]

Do you want my advice? Trust your gut. Those things you're experiencing...they're real.

[connivingbird]

Trust my gut..?

[He looked around at his fellow captives and glanced at the other masked man. His tattooed hand twitched and he reflectively looked down at it, as if he was startled that it moved. He was a little young to be having weird tremors but it felt normal. Ankh gripped it with his other hand, his fingers brushing against that weird coin - no Core his Core where are the others? - then let go.]

The dreams are not really dreams, are they?