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interstellar55552015-12-12 02:51 pm
interdimanagers) wrote in interstellar55552015-12-12 02:51 pm
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☆TRACK V: I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE PT. 2
Who: Everyone in the last part of the log.
What: Everyone has a terrible night.
When: December 7th, 2054
Where: Naomi's ocean side mansion, followed by a secret Pride laboratory.
Warnings: Violence, blood, and at least one murder. Vague gore. NPCs being unhinged in a threatening way, though it's possible to have your character avoid ended up in the ballroom if you don't want to see this mess.
What: Everyone has a terrible night.
When: December 7th, 2054
Where: Naomi's ocean side mansion, followed by a secret Pride laboratory.
Warnings: Violence, blood, and at least one murder. Vague gore. NPCs being unhinged in a threatening way, though it's possible to have your character avoid ended up in the ballroom if you don't want to see this mess.
☆I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE  The bubble has burst. The chaos of the night’s violence has finally boiled over into something uncontrollable – blood has been spilt, screams have been heard. No matter where you are in the mansion, you know by now that something is acutely wrong. Multiple members of Pride have been hurt – possibly killed – and you may still have no idea why. Some will try to escape. Some will try to fight back. Yet, as any rebellion starts to descend, a piercing note - a melodic cry - will summon you towards the ballroom. It can be resisted, in part - but only as far as you find yourself frozen in place instead of moving forward, at least while this spell holds. It's drawing you to the source...if you follow it, maybe you can stop it. The compulsion is strong for members of both labels. The cry seems to echo long past its termination point, to be heard wherever you are. If followed, it will bring you to Naomi Rivers in the center of the ballroom, her expression creased with strain. Though you may desperately want to strike her, something intangible is holding you back. "No!" she shouts at any Virgo nearby. "It isn't done! You need to...you need to finish this!" She'll point desperately at the nearby Pride, rendered unable to flee. "Get them now!" You don't want to. "Do it!" The compulsion weighs heavily on you - for Virgo, to act, and for Pride to surrender themselves. All subtly has disappeared. This last effort is unconcealed and nearly hysterical. You feel yourself slipping beneath the soundwaves. Power rolls off of her, the energy thick in the air, like something you can taste and smell. You can't do this. "I command-" The fabric of space-time cracks like a peal of thunder. All at once, the spell shatters. |
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she's going to think he's a monster]
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Maybe she'll just. Sit down on the bed. Just to let him know she's there. That's gotta be how people start talking about emotions. Or maybe not talking about them and let everything be fine and dandy again.]
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why is she not leaving]
'hurt somebody.
[there. he's bad. now go away.]
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Her hand idly reaches for her phone before deciding against it.]
A lot. Of people. Did the same.
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that alone is enough to lead him to peek out again, though all that really can be seen is a puffy eye, red from crying. cheek against the mattress, he looks at what he can of Celty before letting out a heavy, shuddering breath.]
Don't know w-why. J-just...
[he's pretty much all cried out so there's not much he can do at this point but close his eyes and bite his lip.]
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But she can't think about that now. She doesn't care about the future. All that matters is getting through today and making sure the people she (cares about? tolerates?) likes are with her at the end.]
Naomi. Singing. Did something. Not your fault.
[She has to take some breaths in-between and her voice is scratchy. But its important.]
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what little of Shen is visible seems dubious. maybe it's the frown. maybe it's the way he sighs and tucks his head back in to the blankets, only to repeat his earlier statement;]
I want to go home.
[are they done here. please tell him they're done here.]
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[They have to let them head home soon.]
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[Shen is only ever so pushy- he's usually willing to go with the flow, so to speak, half out of shyness, half out of thinking nobody'd care what he wants, anyway. but now there's a desperation, now he's raising himself up - still covered in blankets, mind, so it's more that there's just a heap that's sitting up - and seeming to look in Celty's direction.]
W-we shouldn't have been here, if I h-hadn't come I wouldn't have h-hurt anyone and n-nobody would have died a-and t-then I wouldn't be going to be arrested and put in j-jail and m-my life is over and t-the sooner it just gets over w-with!...
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--the party crasher no one invited
[Bill practically kicks the door down, which is entirely unnecessary because it's not like Celty even locked the door behind her.]
“Oh good, two for two!”
[Saves him the trouble of hunting down them both-- well, he assumes he knows who the human pillow fort is. Which... begs to question just who he expected to walk in on in the first place. See! This is what happens when you get demanding Shen. You wanted to leave NOW, guess who came to get you.]
“It's like you forget you're famous.”
yoooOOOO
[whelp, there goes the bundle tightening in on itself at the door slam- or maybe it's the voice? it's hard to mistake. he pulls it down enough to peer through, and, as before- what's visible is far from happy.
in fact, he makes- well, that's not a whine. he doesn't whine. but that is a very unhappy Shen not-quite-groan.
translation: FML.]
I don't want to be famous if this is what happens!
[he likes being famous, just- this is not what he signed up for, okay!?]
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She's definitely not giving Bill the satisfaction of more talking, so she whips out the phone.]
Believe it or not, this isn't what we had in mind.
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AND BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THIS WILL GET THE KID OUT OF BED FASTER *T R U S T M E.*
YOU HEARD THAT BROAD.
[The threat she made against the entire label. Bill's attention might be on Celty and her screen, but his words are meant for the band mate throwing a hissy-fit behind him.]
"So you're involved in a scandal, big deal! It's no secret working entertainment is shady business, you really think this is the first time something like this has happened?"
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[HOW CAN ANY COVER UP MAKE IT OKAY. okay apparently he's not all cried out because he's sniveling again, but at least he's trying to wipe his face
...mostly he's just smearing all that around]
I j-just got them talking and t-then I stabbed them when I got close enough and what is wrong with m-m-e!
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Not. Your fault. [Just loud enough for Shen. Because Bill is driving her batty.]
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SOME HELP YOU ARE.
"Yeah, listen to ole Celt, here. You didn't have choice in it or whatever. What you do have control of is what you want to do now. So what do you plan to do about it?"
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[LOOK WHO'S COMPLETELY TRYING TO COVER HIMSELF WITH BLANKETS NOW.]
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[Like Bill.]
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[Look, they're agreeing on something, SEE THE HAVOC YOU HAVE WROUGHT?! Bill keeps his hand on a small portion of the blanket to prevent Shen from dragging it further. Who is ineffective now?]
I'M NOT HEARING A BETTER PLAN, HERE.
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[
not true, he has a decent following on Twitter and his blog. more the latter than the former, but it's not nothing.EXCUSE HIM WHILE HE FALLS BACKWARDS AND KEEPS HOLD ON ALL THE BLANKETS. ALL OF THEM. this is his home now.]
Leave me alone!
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[Be mature about murdering people.]
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"And if you do stay here, you know that means we all do."
[Do you want an eternity of being stuck with Bill in this tiny room?]
"Can't break up the band, kid."
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F-fine.
[hey.
hey guess who's still keeping himself wrapped in blankets as he starts to feel for the edge of the bed]
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