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Interdimensional Managers ([personal profile] interdimanagers) wrote in [community profile] interstellar55552015-12-12 02:51 pm

☆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.

☆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.
liarmonstersnappydresser: (dark)

[personal profile] liarmonstersnappydresser 2015-12-15 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Bill snorts, and whips out his own phone. Fine Celty, two can play at this game.]

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?"
hanginginthere: (dig that hole forget the sun)

[personal profile] hanginginthere 2015-12-15 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That doesn't make it okay! I st-stabed- I think I killed people!

[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!
losingherhead: (Default)

[personal profile] losingherhead 2015-12-15 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Great work, genius.

Not. Your fault. [Just loud enough for Shen. Because Bill is driving her batty.]
Edited 2015-12-15 18:50 (UTC)
liarmonstersnappydresser: (unimpressed)

[personal profile] liarmonstersnappydresser 2015-12-20 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bill shoots Celty a look, but continues typing before turning to the mass of blankets before him.]

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?"
hanginginthere: (this could take all night)

[personal profile] hanginginthere 2015-12-24 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Stay in here forever!

[LOOK WHO'S COMPLETELY TRYING TO COVER HIMSELF WITH BLANKETS NOW.]
losingherhead: (Aliens are nervewracking)

[personal profile] losingherhead 2015-12-24 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds. Ineffective.

[Like Bill.]
liarmonstersnappydresser: (yellowcoat)

[personal profile] liarmonstersnappydresser 2015-12-24 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure does. What will the fans think? I mean, is Bai Shen the kind of guy to just abandon the people who follow him?"

[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.
hanginginthere: (you race towards an early grave)

[personal profile] hanginginthere 2015-12-24 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Nobody follows me!

[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!
losingherhead: (Don't need a brain to think about this)

[personal profile] losingherhead 2015-12-25 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Staying here. Won't fix. Things.

[Be mature about murdering people.]
liarmonstersnappydresser: (Smarm)

[personal profile] liarmonstersnappydresser 2015-12-27 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Bill prematurely releases the blanket, sensing that Shen is about to tear it out of his hands anyway. He summarily flops down next to the ball of fluff that is his band mate, and pretends to stretch.]

"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."
hanginginthere: (is all your life will ever be)

[personal profile] hanginginthere 2016-01-13 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[there's a distinct lack of response from the mound of blankets for a good few seconds. the seconds nears a minute, during which there's just a set of stuttered breaths and maybe a few other sounds. finally;]

F-fine.

[hey.

hey guess who's still keeping himself wrapped in blankets as he starts to feel for the edge of the bed]
losingherhead: (Aliens are nervewracking)

[personal profile] losingherhead 2016-01-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Its progress. She gives him a comforting hand on the shoulder.]