☆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

[hanginginthere]

Stay in here forever!

[LOOK WHO'S COMPLETELY TRYING TO COVER HIMSELF WITH BLANKETS NOW.]

[losingherhead]

Sounds. Ineffective.

[Like Bill.]

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"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]

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]

Staying here. Won't fix. Things.

[Be mature about murdering people.]

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

[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]

[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]

[Its progress. She gives him a comforting hand on the shoulder.]