☆TRACK V: I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE PT. 2

[interdimanagers]

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.

☆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.

Comments

i feel like this is necessary

[wickedlyable]

[ Johanna approaches him after a while. After she's gotten herself under control a little more. God, guilt is really not a good feeling. Now she remembers why she's so stubbornly shameless about who she is.

She sits next to him, keeping a little distance between them, and looks out into the room. It takes a few seconds before she says - ] I was fucked up.

[ Her voice trembles a little on the words, and she can't help but make a disgusted face at herself. She takes a deep breath and tries again. ] Apparently I've... killed people before. Or- I got weird visions of killing people while I was... fucked up. But I don't recommend it, generally.

[ This is Johanna Mason, apologizing. Or, at least, making an attempt. ]

i'm so upset about these two?

[neonmonstrosity]

[Chris doesn't really know what to say to that, and he's quiet for a few moments. He doesn't say anything as he relights his spliff and takes a particularly deep inhale, breathing out the smoke with a sigh.]

Wasn't you though, was it? [He's still looking at the floor, but at least he's not mad?#

honestly!! them not being bros makes me sad.

[wickedlyable]

[ Yeah, that makes her scowl down at her hands like there's still blood on them. Like she didn't scrub off any signs of what "she'd" done as soon as she could. ] No. It was... something else making me. In my mind.

[ She hesitates, then adds on-- ] I don't know if it's fully stopped, either. [ Because she would've just been really angry at Blanche if he had pulled this sort of shit in any other way. Now? She kind of wanted to kill him. ]

But yeah. I might have killed one of the few people who actually like me on this planet. So that- definitely wasn't me.