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☆INTERLUDE: YOU WILL BELIEVE IN ME

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.”

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For bothering the NPCs when things are just starting off and everybody is agitated. You wanna start a fight? Probably a bad idea, but follow your dreams, kid.

For bothering the NPCs as the night progresses and they become more bored and restless. Could be a good time to get them talking, if you are good at making conversation.

[This kid had forgotten the time. And his phone. And had just dawdled for way too long. He did end up finding his phone and getting ready eventually though, and had been ushered onto the shuttle with some fellow Pride people. He spends most of the time on the shuttle ride texting Jamie, and there's one point where he can be heard laughing for almost a minute. He doesn't really notice that they're going off course, mostly because he didn't know where this party was being held anyway.

When they arrive, there is confusion. Just like everybody else is confused. And he looks at his phone with such concern, walks around trying to get a signal for at least ten minutes. Before finally settling down in a bean bag chair with a rather large sigh.

The last two times he'd been out of contact with his friends, things hadn't gone well. There's a sense of foreboding that sits in his stomach, and it even ends up dulling the excitement he has at seeing Gold and Silver, because they are cool-looking, and they've got a motorcycle. But... Jamie, and Maxxie, and B, Yosuke, and Luce... and so many others, they're at that party.

So if you come up to him, he's probably looking kind of bummed, to say the least.]

Edited (i know my own bandmates names really) 2015-12-08 07:53 (UTC)

Orion was something at a loss. It was true that he had little desire to attend the larger party, but his obligations were what they were. Winter holidays were important, were they not? (Not that he seemed to particularly understand them, in and of itself a rather strange realization. Why did it all seem so foreign?)

But here he was, seated stiffly in a bean bag, alcoholic beverage barely touched. (Another thing that seemed oddly incongruous to his reasoning.) Their hosts seemed pleasant enough, despite his detention against his will. A film he was unfamiliar with was playing on the projector, attracting very little of his attention. What would his band-mates be doing at a time such as this? Most likely, what he was about to do; lifting his drink and taking a rather large gulp. He quickly regretted this- imitation may not be the best form of flattery in some cases.

[What...the...

Deep breaths, Garnet, deep breaths. These guys do look familiar. And they aren't Predator, at least. So, she counts to ten, takes one more deep breath, and speaks.]

You mind telling us why you're taking us hostage?

[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?

Don't drink it if you don't like alcohol.

[This small blond gave his offered beer a dark look and asked for water. It wasn't that he didn't like beer, it was just that he never saw the point. There was far better things to drink, but unfortunately none of these was the best option. Headachy and annoyed that he was missing out on his dramas, he pulled his coat tighter around himself and tried to get comfortable in his beanbag.]

This is just great. I just hope we aren't going to watch something sappy.

[Welp, Trucy has learned her lesson. She's never being late for anything again. Normally she's just full of perky optimism and can easily make the best out of any situation. But this.....

The last time she was taken somewhere against her will was when the Pride bands were kidnapped by Predator. So she's noticeably nervous for most of the ride. And this time her band mates aren't here. Not that she'd want them to go through anything like that again, but the thought of going through it alone is.... she doesn't know if she can handle that.

And it doesn't help that the second their hosts 'explain' their situation, they are replaced in Trucy's mind by the figure of haughty woman with cold eyes looking down at her. Instead of a warehouse, she's in some kind of museum. No, the space center. And there's angry looking robots everywhere. The woman is talking to someone on the phone, demanding that they turn over Athena. Or else. Whoever she's talking to must have asked for proof the hostages were alive, because the woman then turns to Trucy, and barks an order at the robots. They bring her over and the woman holds the phone up to Trucy's ear...

And even when she suddenly snaps back to reality, the nervousness doesn't fade. She's waiting for the other shoe to drop. That's why the normally exuberant and cheerful magician is lurking quietly in a corner. Maybe she could use someone to talk to?]

Edited 2015-12-09 03:41 (UTC)

[Nariko doesn't want to start trouble or fights, she's taking the whole thing in stride, really, because let's face it - their lives have been a mess of weird lately. And while that should absolutely bother her it also ... Just doesn't. What really gets under skin, though, is Gold.

Dude's just fucking with her head, man.]

Are you okay in there? [She's genuinely concerned, but for some reason that total blackness around what should be a human head is just so alarming. At least Silver Dude had a little mouth and everything.] Like, how does this work, is this part of your gimmick? I mean, it's definitely cool, though.

[It's just amazing, okay.]

[When they begin to veer of course she's already done. Just one thousand percent, stone cold done and somehow the fact that she's with Garnet and Sora and a few others she recognizes doesn't make it any better. It seems like every other fucking day something weird is happening and there's an element of stress in the fact that they were supposed to get to this party, if even rather late. How thoroughly was Santiago going to tan their hides, even though it was their pilot that got a stick up their ass and changed plans?

She spends the first part of the trip just cursing quietly under her breathe, and wishing that Koumei, Richard, and Terry were with her now.

By the time they meet their hosts for the time she's reached a form of resignation that may not be at all healthy but it's just where she's at for the evening, it can't really be helped.]

Thanks for the booze!

[Because she goes right for it, and by her third drink she's finally relaxing, and occasionally flopping in her bean bag chair like she can't get comfortable in it. These things are confusing okay???]

[Frankly, Parker is operating on near autopilot by this point.

Six weeks ago, she'd probably have tried to fight her kidnappers hand to hand. Now? She flops down on a bean bag chair and opens her laptop, unslinging her guitar from around her back and plugging in the launchpad.

The first few minutes are silent, as she fiddles with the settings and seems to test out various chords, but after about ten minutes she begins to play, singing clearly and without much regard for volume. She's not exceptionally loud, but you'll probably need to be at least halfway across the room to tune her out.]

Why the hell do I not know?
You're written all over everyone's clothes.
Nobody taught me how it would go,
from here on out.

Ohhhh, they called you down and out and underground.
Now I'm the one that they're calling now (the one that they're calling now).
Now that I know that there's a chance, I set up a ransom, my list of demands
You just better follow through or it'll all break where I stand

They ask me if I want to be like you, I say "of course hell yeah I do,"
So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.

So I know you're on a distant shore, but I hope this letter strikes a chord,
that sews together my torn-up brain, over and over and over again,
I see them eating space and time, hoping that it fractures,
Cause everything that ever happens shows me what we never got.

They ask me if I want to be like you, I say "of course hell yeah I do,"
So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.

You better tie yourself to this, cause when I reach the breakdown and the bridge,
I'm throwing it down into the ravening pit, and you better crawl your way out with it!

So go head and blame it on your grin,
those awestruck looks you'll never take in,
All those hearts you were proud to save can't rescue you.

So let me remind you one more time:

They ask me if I want to be like you, I say "of course hell yeah I do,"
So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.

(So go head and blame it on your grin,
those awestruck looks you'll never take in,
All those hearts you were proud to save can't rescue you.)
So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.
As long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through...

Bored yet? You're not working with Oscar material here. [Parker makes a point of approaching Gold, who seems by and large the friendlier of the pair. Her guitar is around her back and her laptop is in the crook of her arm, held against her body, and her movements are decidedly calm and unexcited.] We could jam or something if you want.

Beanbag chair pile

[ Ivan should be more worried than he is. If they wanted to harm him or anyone else, they could have done so already. This is weird but not dangerous. He also wants to know more about these two helmeted strangers. He's played music with them a few times, and Ivan wishes he had his shamisen with him. They could jam once more. Again, weird but not dangerous. He's worried about the rest of Flowers Over Bones and the mandatory party, but without a cell signal, he can't call for help. Ivan's not a fighter. He couldn't take them on even if he wanted to... which he doesn't.

Whether it is someone else's idea or his own, Ivan begins to gather a bunch of beanbags to make one giant pile by the computer that's playing the movies. He's not interested in the beer, but feel free to join him in the pile to relax and wait the night away. ]

Hipster Ninja's first shapeshifting

[ There's been a sensation, a feeling bubbling up in Ivan the past few days. His sense of touch is stronger, more active, something. He feels more connected, near everything. His klutzy nature has lessened by a considerable degree, but his aversion to physical contact has greatly increased.

And right now, he feels something really off about his entire body. Every cell in his body feels like it's... active. He can't lie to himself and say he's sick. Possession is what he fears. ]

G-Get away! Don't touch me!

[ A bright blue glow starts in his eyes and quickly envelops his whole body. Ivan grits his teeth, clutches his sides, and squeezes his eyes shut as if he could shove the glow back inside him. He grunts in pain and starts hyperventilating. He has to stop whatever this is!

But he can't. A bright blue flash with the kanji for ninja (忍) will block all view of him for an instant. When the light disappears and one's eyes readjust to the darkness, Ivan is not to be found. Where Ivan once sat is now a tiny fox scrambling in the beanbag and failing to find any sort of footing. Ivan has absolutely no clue what just happened to him and why he can't talk in his panic.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? ]

[Normally, Fetch would be one of the first people to blow up at being kidnapped, or just held hostage. But she was coming down from a great high as of this night and didn't feel like putting up much of a fight. Until of course, she sobered up for the evening.

Which meant a crankier version of herself. One that wanted to leave more than anything, now.

If she had something to throw, she would. Unfortunately, Fetch has to settle for just shouting at the masked men (?)]

Hey, lady problems over here!

[Fetch has no definition of shame when it comes to trying to get what she wants. And what she wants is to leave.]

[Ah, this one seems mad. But familiar! So that's good, anyway. Gold raises their hands, letting Silver step back to take care of some nebulous business with something like a phone.]

It's kind of complicated, but...hey. You know me. We've talked. Done some business. Garnet, right?

One part gimmick, one part practicality, you could say.

[Gold sounds more amused by the question than anything.]

If you like that, just check this out.

[Apparently triggered by nothing in particular, an LED heart pattern flashes across the dome of the mask.

Edited 2015-12-10 04:44 (UTC)

[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.

[Gold snorts - which is a weird sound, since their voices are digitized to the point of being totally indistinct.]

That depends - you had the pleasure of jamming with us before? It's kind of a unique experience.

[Silver is the one around at the time, so Silver is the one Fetch gets to deal with. Their raise their arms, as if in a mixture of challenge and incredulousness.]

What, your period?

...Yes.

[Blink. Huh. That's right. Why she didn't connect it before, when...it doesn't matter. Yet, at least.]

I remember, yes. Even so, I'm curious why we're here.

Edited 2015-12-10 05:00 (UTC)

That's fair.

[They tuck their hands in their pockets, thinking that over - apparently the right answer takes some consideration.]

...Let's just say it was in your best interests that your plans get disrupted tonight. And, this way, not showing up isn't your fault.

Cool!

[She is so genuinely amazed by it, it's such a fun concept. One finger raises to touch the middle of that heart before she has the sense to realize she'd be poking the guy (???) in the face.] Sorry! That probably makes you the star at parties, huh?

[And speaking of parties she does pause to look around and then regard the both of them a bit more seriously.] Not that I'm complaining, here, but we really just get to hang out and you're not going to do any weird crap to us? You're cool and all and I personally think robots are hot [...] but that might not be everyone's thing.

[Somewhere along the way she drifted into weird territory there, but she's playing it straight when she adds,] All I'm saying is that everyone here has been put through some shit, so I'm really hoping this is as cool as it seems.

My best interests?

Surely you don't think any--

Edited 2015-12-10 05:12 (UTC)

Don't really get to attend many parties when you do the things we do.

[But they leave it at that, and listens to what she's saying. If they are grinning when she makes the comment about the robots, it's impossible to tell, though they do raise their hands in a gesture of acceptance as if to say "of course."]

We're not big on the doing weird crap to people thing...unless you ask us to, of course.

--!?

[Wait.

"It's complicated...Call it my gut instinct."

Genos. Kido. Shen. Those flashes of vision. Her warnings that made no sense.

"Be careful this weekend!"

Her hand goes up almost subconsciously to her mouth, to stifle the gasp.

"Especially if there's anyone from Virgo with you!"]

..........

[He can't mean that. No. No, Gold, please, please re-word that. "Best interests". Those crazy things she somehow saw and got weird looks about (and pretty much worried she was going nuts with until she talked to Genos) were the worst-case--and yet--now flashes of THINGS and NO--

Sorry, Gold, there's now a horrified expression on her face as she comes to her realization. She might also be glancing over at Virgos in the group, worriedly.]

...Please tell me we'll be all right.

Edited 2015-12-10 05:20 (UTC)

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