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interstellar55552016-02-05 09:21 am
sailorgenerous) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-05 09:21 am
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You laugh until you cry; you cry until you laugh
Who: Virgo musicians - Ghost Quest people and their friends
What: When eight musicians go missing, what happens to those left behind? What happens when those eight come back far worse for the wear?
When: Feb 1st-3rd and after
Where: Virgo HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, violence, brainwashing, etc. It's ugly in here, folks.
The past three days have not been kind. The hauntings were odd, yes, but when your friends went missing without warning or a trace - well.
How have you been coping? Have you been coping?
And then they came back just as suddenly, and...it looks like your worries were not unfounded.
This isn't good, is it.
What: When eight musicians go missing, what happens to those left behind? What happens when those eight come back far worse for the wear?
When: Feb 1st-3rd and after
Where: Virgo HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, violence, brainwashing, etc. It's ugly in here, folks.
The past three days have not been kind. The hauntings were odd, yes, but when your friends went missing without warning or a trace - well.
How have you been coping? Have you been coping?
And then they came back just as suddenly, and...it looks like your worries were not unfounded.
This isn't good, is it.
Greg and Rarity, Feb 2nd
Still. The Do Not Disturb sign remained hidden in her bag. Rarity would not fall into that trap. Instead, she carried her violin into the penthouse's common area and started to play. Sometimes, there was nothing better than the classics for playing your feelings.
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He can't do this again. He can't. Things were just starting to get better, they'd finally been able to play, they'd been able to pull out of their depression just enough for him to pretend things could be okay again. Just enough for him to dare to hope with Meril...
Agitated, anxious, afraid, Greg ends up listening to Rarity's performance from a huddled seat on the floor by the wall.
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Meril
Meril never came home -- Greg and Rarity would have noticed, right? She certainly wouldn't have crept in during the wee hours of the morning without telling her band, or at least Greg.
So no doubt the horrified scream that came from her bedroom in the morning would surprise both of them. And give them just enough time to reach before Meril surged out in a nightgown and a hail of sheet, blind from terror and fear and reaching out in desperate terror for someone, anyone, help.
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If Meril had looked bad during the month of downtime, now she looked positively horrific -- because she couldn't sleep. Would not sleep, no matter the demands of her body. Sleep was death. Drifting off was drifting away. Why she felt that way, she couldn't say, but even the slightest feeling of tiredness made terror surge through her body.
Thus, Meril popping down to the cafe to get ever-stronger coffee quickly became a very common sight. She couldn't even be slightly subtle about her efforts to avoid sleeping like that, so she didn't try -- just slouched through the corridors and elevators like a half-dead thing, wishing desperately she could master herself once more.
Penthouse
"Meril?! Meril! When--oh my gosh--" He wastes no time reaching out to hold her as tight as he can, to confirm she's truly there.
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"Bad dreams?" she asks softly. After what happened to her and everyone else, she wouldn't blame anyone for them.
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"Here. This one's on me."
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SANS | ViP | OTA
He was already prepare to act based on what he’d seen, but this mess was a whole new level. Greg was losing his mind, and Shen and Celty were at risk of losing theirs. Haru had been gone for at least two days without reason, and to anyone with basic pattern detection there was good reason to believe she’d never be back.
Yet, she did come back. And that somehow made everything worse.
He’s not exactly answer, but there is a soberness to his thoughts and his movements that is very rare indeed. He doesn’t snap, lash out, or even question. No, instead he just observes, considers, and commits to memory. For later, maybe, when they finally force him against the wall. It’ll be something to pay back.
Things have gotten worse, and he knows full well there is nothing one man can do about it. So instead, he wanders the HQ and lingers in his penthouse, taking in as much of the chaos as he can. And he waits.
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And that probably one of the least expected people is behind it, not-quite-looking at the floor.
"...hey."
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With Sans' still fury comes Greg's contrasting and jittering panic. He bursts up next to him, all unfocused and frightened energy. Breathing uneven, hands wringing and clutching at himself, eyes sunken and fixed on his friend.
"How--how far can you go? With--I have to get out of here."
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She almost ignores Sans when he wanders through - she is not terribly fond of him, after all. But if what happened to Marty and Meril happened to any of his friends, then...well. Solidarity is more important than manners now.
"Are you alright?"
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The last few days were hell. He doesn't want to do anything, or talk to anybody. Marty doesn't even want to play guitar...which he can't really do anyway. Getting your wrist snapped in the worst way possible makes it kind of hard to practice, which is absolutely awful. The fact that it's not casted either doesn't really help.
His brain is buzzing, full of the images of what had happened in the pods. It's almost impossible for him to go to sleep at night, not without sweating himself awake or having some kind of ungodly nightmare that he hasn't had since he was small. Sometimes they're vivid enough to make him sick.
Instead of sleeping like a normal person should, he'll be walking around, ultimately bumping his shoulder into Sans while he's too busy not looking up. ] H-huh?
Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to.
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Luce - Aftermath, OTA
[Luce is dumped back into her room in the middle of the night with no fanfare, no announcement.]
[By morning, it may as well be as though she's still absent. A Virgo hired chef is the one who comes, just like they have the last three days, and there's no warm humming and soft Italian singing over the stove. No flicks of sugar at any of the band who wander too close or a teasing wink as she slides over a cup of espresso.]
[It's Angel who finally says something.]
Someone get Luce. She's not allowed to avoid eating.
[No concern is in her voice. If anything, it's cold. Detached.]
[The woman in question can be found not in her room, but her bathroom where she's seated on the edge of the bath bent over with a hand to her mouth. It looks like she's dangerously close to losing whatever is left in her stomach.]
[It's not a physical problem. It's a mental one, more than anything.]
[For the rest of the day, her room is where she stays. Even right after the murder of Naomi, she'd seemed to have herself under control- bustling around, helping others, forcing a smile to her face despite it all. Right now, however, it's as though she's held together with nothing more than bass strings and will.]
[But she won't say no to visitors.]
[Virgo Communal Lounge]
[The next day, Luce forces herself to go out. The leather jacket Doctor had given her for Solstice is wrapped tight around her frame like a protective charm, her fingers going to stroke it now and then as though it can give her comfort.]
[In her hands is a notebook, but she's not writing lyrics. Instead, it's what appears to be a piano score.]
[She's doing work. They can't say she's not.]
FoB penthouse
[ Ivan keeps his voice quiet as not to startle her, though he worries that he'll do so anyways. He kneels beside her and places a light hand on her back. ]
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Communal Lounge
Luce. Can I talk to you for a minute?
[He's not bothering with any of the usual flashy belligerence - he walks up to her with no hint of his usual swagger, just skinny and scruffy and small. And he keeps fiddling with his large sunglasses, which he's conspicuously wearing indoors, and which don't really cover the nasty cut on his temple.]
If you don't want to, I understand.
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Penthouse
Calmly, quietly, she slips into Luce's bedroom and glides over to sit by the older woman as she lays there.]
Mother. [A swallow] Luce. Hey.
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Breaks my tag order BECAUSE you said to.
WOW NO I AM AN INNOCENT FREE OF SIN
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penthouse
Parker does not have friends, per se. Certainly not anybody close.
But she'd tried to reach out to Johanna and failed. Luci was ultimately from a rival band. Luce seemed to care about her.
So eventually, she works up the guts to visit their de facto leader.]
We're going to break their faces for this.
[Her voice is quiet, but there is serious intent.]
I promise.
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FoB penthouse
Thanks to Ivan he has a vague idea of what happened the night of. He hesitates to ask her about what punishment followed. It can wait until she's ready to talk about it. First and foremost, Luce needed some help feeling better.
After Luce moves back to her room he decides to offer her some food in case her appetite has returned. After he prepares some food himself- It's so much tastier made with love- move over Virgo chefs! -He goes knocking on her door before he enters the room with the tray of food in hand. He's dressed in a suit like a butler and has a top hat on. Some pre-recorded music plays on the phone in his pocket as he twirls around and sings to her. ]
Be... Our... Guest! Be our guest
Put our service to the test!
Tie your napkin 'round your neck Cherie,
And we'll provide the rest
Soup du jour
Hot hors d'oeuvres
Why we, only live to serve
Try the gray stuff
It's delicious!
Don't believe me?
Ask the dishes!
They can sing they, can dance
After all Miss, this, is France
And a dinner here is never second best
Go on, unfold your menu
Take a glance and then you'll
Be our guest, Be our guest, Be our guest!
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Communal Lounge
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lounge
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WELL I DID promise I'd tag, if you still wanted this~
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(I always put puzzle solutions with hovertext, btw)
OH that sure simplifies things
YEAH |D I thought I mentioned it before, whoops!
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Ivan Karelin - Multiple prompts
[ After delaying his return to the FoB penthouse as much as possible, Ivan makes he way back. He bats at the door and hopes someone can let him in. He's positive he's going to have massive bruising on his torso.
Once let in, he's going to zip to his room to change back into human form and then change his clothes. He'll have to figure out a way to hide more of the evidence of his disguise later. (Not from FoB but from Virgo.) ]
While others are missing
[ Ivan moves with careful intent. He's trying to not show his injuries and appear like he had just a few days ago. Mentally, he's going over what he saw, what that means, and what he should do now. He's shared the information with his family already. Who else should know?
He has some answers to why the missing Virgo musicians are gone, but he knows he has to be careful not to make things worse for the people gone or risk the safety of others. He doesn't have as much concern for himself. It was his duty to the other musicians that had him escaping instead of trying to fight. ]
After they return
[ There's a greater tenseness in his body when he sees Luce. It takes a lot to keep him from staying by her side constantly. He still has a role and image to portray, and that makes him leave the penthouse occasionally.
Anger burns within him. He won't let their sacrifice go to waste. ]
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What...?
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post-return
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the missing days
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marty mcfly
[ Marty's awfully quiet when he comes home.
Pain is all he remembers. It was so bad to the point where he was in tears. If you asked him what they did, or who they was, he wouldn't be able to tell you. They threatened his future, told him that resistance meant ending his career entirely. He still fought, that much he can remember. So what did they do?
They broke his wrist. Somehow. Painfully.
It wasn't casted, but wrapped and put into place at least. Marty got off lucky with just one wrist broken, not two. And of course, there's no meds he can take to ease the horrible ache in his wrist. Playing guitar is almost impossible, but damn if he's not going to play. There's gotta be some way he can fix this.
If you see him on one of the sofas, he's going to be oddly quiet. Even with a busted wrist he feels awfully sick, like he's caught the worst case of the flu that's ever been made. Invented. Mutated. Whatever. ]
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... Hey.
[ Ivan doesn't know if Marty will want to talk to him or not, but he offers him a cup of coffee from one of the cafes in Virgo HQ. ]
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Haru Miura
Haru, when she's dropped unceremoniously behind her door in the middle of the wee hours of the morning feels a bit like salt water taffy, stretched and pulled too far, or maybe the cookies the silver haired guy in her memories had tried to make once. They'd come out burnt flat, blackened to little crisps. She feels like that, she's been pulled out of shape, fried of her color, of whatever makes her Haru Miura.
She loses time. She doesn't know how much, and she knows she needs to get up she's going to have to answer someone's beck and call soon. She'll have chores to do. Surely it's still too early for that, though? She strips the remains of her disguise, and pulls on soft neutral colored sweatpants and a sweater. She makes herself crawl out to the living area and curl on a couch.
This way she can hear any request her band has, but she doesn't have to fulfill anyone else's requests, not yet. She's washed out, no makeup, no lighting up or sparkling wigs and clothes. She's just a small woman, plain in coloring who happens to be cute because she's always smiling. Well, there's no smile to be found now. She tucks her head against a cushion, legs and arms drawn up tightly to her torso and tries not to think.
The only silver lining here was that they hadn't asked about Sans. She hadn't hurt anyone in her band with her recklessness. She could survive this, definitely.
Virgo HQ
Those of you who have met Haru in passing, or even just paid attention to her performances and merchandise might not recognize the way she's now dressing. Her make-up, what's there, is neutral and subtle. There's hardly any color to anything she's wearing and her brown hair hangs in it's natural straight bob rather than hidden under a wig, or styled with curls and cute fasteners.
She's been sapped of all color and energy She was previously noted to have. Instead, she's quiet, and quite suddenly, she's everywhere. Sometimes she's carrying something, or many somethings, but she's always turning up now, running errands and looking for the next chore or order from anyone around herself.
PENTHOUSE
He's lucky enough to find Haru there on the couch, on his way back from sleeping in another, inappropriate area of the penthouse. He honestly wasn't fully expecting to see her again, so her just being suddenly there is sort of...
Heh. Lucky. Yeah right.
His gaze catches on her, his expressing falling into something neutral and stunned. She's alive, but...this doesn't seem right. Even he can tell that. He's never been good at applying comfort, and he really does feel like he should just go alert Celty or something...
He approaches her anyway, his expression calm for the moment, but searching.
"Hey...kiddo." His voice is uncharacteristically gentle.
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Virgo HQ
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Penthouse partaaaayyy?
Aww yiisss
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HQ
Re: HQ
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HQ
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[Days later] Just throwing this here in case you still want it. No pressure~
Tsuna- Open
[Terrified and exhausted. It seems like Tsuna is spending a lot of time lately being one of those things. Or both of them. Right now it's both. When they'd grabbed him and dragged him down to that lab... two days ago? Three? He's lost track of time. But he hadn't even known why.
And then Nia had been there. She'd been so scared. He'd been so scared. And useless. Can't forget that. He couldn't do a thing to protect her. Couldn't even stop her from... doing whatever she'd done. They hadn't told him. He hadn't thought much about it either, the pain was too distracting. He can remember Juno's voice, telling him that it was all her fault. But Tsuna knows better. He should have stopped her. Should have tried harder to keep her out of trouble.
Odd how people have been calling Tsuna a loser his whole life and, while he's never argued the point, he's also never felt more like a loser than he does right now.
Once they drop him off back at the penthouse, he doesn't make it far. Not even to the couch. He just goes to the nearest wall and leans his back against it. After a moment, he slides to the floor. Give him a minute.]
Around HQ-
[Eventually he can be coaxed out the penthouse. But he's even more skittish than usual, jumping and squealing at the slightest noise or sudden movement. He frequently checks over his shoulder just to make sure nothing is there. And he spends a lot of time looking out the windows, but it will probably be a while before he ventures outside again.]
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She watches him, if he takes it or not, before she slides down a few feet away from him, hugging her knees. She tries to keep her distance in case he's angry at her.
God she deserves it if he's angry at her.]
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Surviving Friday~
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For Rarity
But the second day, she's got a better handle on herself. It's just like when Ivan disappeared the first time. Only this time it's Luce, and she knows what's happening. It doesn't take the worry away, but the pain lessens and she can focus again. Which gets her thinking about something. Ivan had said Meril was there, and Marty...and that meant Rarity was pretty much alone with Greg. And she had no idea what was going on.
That's what prompts her to seek out her old friend, a quick text message of Hey, are you home before she heads to the Defying Atmosphere penthouse and knocks.]
Rarity?
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[which is to say, Rei should immediately be able to see that Rarity is exhausted and doing her best to hold it together. Still, she smiles to see her friend.]
Rei! How are you?
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Nia | Surviving Friday | OTA
Nia's following Tsuna whenever he lets her. Making sure he has water if he's thirsty and something to eat if he's hungry and that he can get somewhere to sit if he's tired or something warm if he's cold. Nia's just... doting.
Otherwise, if he doesn't want her around, Nia's just... curled up in various places. Even her hair has lost its bounce, and even with her eyes being flowers, she looks... sad. She's quiet and it's different from her panicked state or the pushy brat she was when she showed up. She's just trying to make herself small. But she still wants to be around people. If she's alone, she doesn't think she'll be all right at all.
Nia's just a mess.]
Several days later
So instead he just suggests things to do together. Watch (happy)movies, play (non violent)video games, even practice with their instruments. Because it can't hurt to follow the rules and tow the line a little.
Although, if he has to be honest, Tsuna doesn't mind practicing. He feels better when he's playing. It familiar, safe, reliable, safe. Did he mention safe?
He really wishes he knew how to cheer her up though. Maybe he should try something else?]
Hey, Nia? Do you want to go hang out at the mall or something?
[Maybe a change of scenery will help?]
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BRING ON THE SUFFERIN'
[ A few bruises here and there, a few scrapes -- it's par for the course when you're a big guy and you go drinking. If not for the look in his eyes, like the abyss is looking back out through him, one could write it off as some kind of booze-fueled hangover-part-two electric boogaloo.
Keith is roughly jostled into the door (he hits it with a solid thump) by some "friendly security personnel" and it takes him a moment to remember how to open it. But when he does, it's straight to bed.
Literally. He passes out on the nearest sofa, reeking of three-day-old sweat and tears.
At some point, if roused, he will attempt to find his room. He will not succeed. Would you like a large man about to faceplant into your bed, y/n? ]
Virgo HQ
[ Windows are his salvation. Keith doesn't look at them like a dead man, just a wistful one. Each day it seems that he's looking up from higher and higher floors, as if he hopes to find an answer in the clouds, squinting into the sun.
He sits in communal areas, writing lyrics and trying to sketch anything or anyone that sits still long enough. A recurring motif is aerial views.
But he won't look you in the eyes. ]
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Reaching into his pocket, Ivan pulls out a sheet of origami paper and starts folding. Moments later, Ivan is letting an origami helicopter lose from his finger tips. It gently spins down toward Goodman.
Not knowing what it'll accomplish, Ivan waits. ]
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He didn't want to think about this right now. ] What's it matter to you?
[ Marty shakes his head, wanting nothing more than to go lie down, or be alone or something. ] Stuff happened. That's all...that's all I can say. [ Literally, though. That's all he can say.
There's more to this, but Marty has a feeling in his gut that if he says anything else, his ass will be grass. And so will his career. ] Alright?