☆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

[trn451]

[That merits a raised eyebrow.] What do you think I'm doing? Fighting those two [—she jerks her head over to the helmeted pair—] with the power of song?

[goateeocracy]

Keeping busy and keeping your head clear. That's what everyone should be doing.

[He's kind of failing on the "keeping busy" front unless you count sticking his nose in everyone's business, but his phone might as well be a brick at the moment, so there's not a whole lot he can really get done.]

[trn451]

I guess if the alcohol results in any disasters you can go around saying you told them so.

You're...that one folk group right? Hue and Cry.

[goateeocracy]

I plan on it.

[He does, too. He's not really a fan of letting people forget that one time they were a huge dumbass embarrassment. It just encourages them to do it again.]

Yeah. And The Old Dirt Road before that.

[And who knows where next once management decides that Hue & Cry isn't obscure enough and he needs to be shuffled off to something else. He's been trying to keep his head down and keep a low profile, but he's pretty sure Virgo doesn't want him anywhere near the spotlight until they get whateer the hell is going on under control.]

[trn451]

Oh huh. You played with Shotaro. Was he lead guitar there too?

[goateeocracy]

I was guitar. He was banjo.

[And wow is that a sore spot and wow does it show. He looks grumpy enough even when he's not. When something touches a nerve like this, he tends to look downright scary. He's very keenly aware that Shotaro was moved up within the system while he was pushed as far down as management could pull off without it looking suspicious. He'd even made his desire to go solo or cut the band down to a duo or trio quite clear, but instead they'd shuffled him off to be a background musician in one of the most niche groups on the label. There really aren't publicly acceptable words for how deeply he resents it.]

[trn451]

[Parker tries to be cool, but ultimately she is fourteen, and she can't really suppress the giggles.] Oh my god, and he got lead on a pop punk band? I mean, he knows what he's doing, but— [The laughs overtake her again. Sorry, Yan.]

[goateeocracy]

[Yan just crosses his arms and scowls and tries to cover for the fact that he's pretty much sulking at this point. He wants to get angry, but there's really no one here who's at fault. He'll probably just go find Keith and yell at him for existing later to make himself feel better.]

Management does what they want.

[trn451]

Well maybe we've been using his talents wrong this whole time.

[Eventually she manages to sober up.] What else can you play?

[goateeocracy]

I play guitar, fiddle and bass. I can sing, too.

[And damn if he's not pissed about how that's being handled. He could easily be a solo artist, but he's probably lost the chance of that ever happening at Virgo for good.]