☆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

[tigermillionaire]

"Pinkie would probably like a cute one, too," he says. "And Trucy." Because of course he is suggesting it for them and not himself. Okay, screw it, he likes animals a lot anyway. "Anyway, we need a fantasy/sci-fi one too. Those are my favourite."

[blindfoldcode]

Uh huh, Tiger. Uh huh. "I want at least one action movie." Kido's favorite movies are cute movies about animals and also romcoms.

She will literally never admit this out loud to anyone ever. "I feel like I'm gonna be spending a lot of time on the couch, so we should do it soon."

[tigermillionaire]

"Yeah," he agrees, a little bit wistful. "I...don't really want to do anything else for a while. If...if they don't make us."

And that is certainly a threat.

[blindfoldcode]

"The couch is mine." Kido. Rude. Also Jesus.

[tigermillionaire]

"Kido, there's like four couches," Tiger chides lightly, making a face. There is no shortage of space to lay around in their ridiculously huge penthouse.

[blindfoldcode]

"And there's five of us. I get at least one couch to myself." She nudges him gently.

[tigermillionaire]

"Yeah, well, me too!" he counters, looking at least slightly pleased with himself. Tiger isn't even tall enough to take up an entire couch on his own.

[blindfoldcode]

"Maybe I'll push two together and use them both." Kido chuckles. He's acting more lively at least.

[tigermillionaire]

He sticks out his tongue and blows a raspberry at her, soft and playful.

"That's dumb," he says, pushing against her arm.

[blindfoldcode]

She responds by looping an arm around his shoulders--maybe a little too tightly for it to be entirely teasing.

"Maybe. Or maybe I'll have a collection of couches so I can have variety."