interstellar5555 | ☆TRACK IIX: BETTER TO PRETEND PT. 1

Who: Famous musicians, hopeful auditioners, and random onlookers.
What: Hit gameshow series “Fairy Trial” is celebrating one of its anniversaries, and it’s invited you onboard. For more deets, check out the OOC post!
When: March 11th.
Where: Sevetop Entertainment’s studio.
Warnings: Mingle log mystery bag.

“It's so much better to pretend
There's something waiting for you here.
Every letter that you wrote
Has found its way to me, my dear.”

☆BETTER TO PRETEND

For musicians in either Pride or Virgo, the job offer is delivered by their managers- a suggestion to accept an invitation from Sevetop to participate in a successful gameshow. (A message that is delivered perhaps a bit more pressingly to some, with the unsaid words of “This is a chance to make it up to us”.) For others, strangers just trying to make a living and wait for their chance to save their loved ones, the message is delivered over their communicators by Gold, with promises that infiltrating this event will aid you in liberating the captives from their label's control. Either way, all roads lead to Sevetop Entertainment.

Sevetop might not have the weight that musical giants Pride Labels and Virgo Entertainment do, but that’s because it’s not into the musical industry. Sevetop is all about television and the big screen. For these purposes, it has its own little area of the city, a bustling kind of Hollywood filled with the more office-like buildings, auditoriums for additions, and even various sets. Whether you’re driven in style via limo, or brought to a regular line of buses, this is where you end up at.

Musicians, of course, end up at the more posh meeting room. A spread of delicate little lunch sandwiches, veggie platters, cupcakes, and assorted beverages are on a table for anyone to snatch up, and regularly refilled. Every celebrity is handed a small folder with papers inside going over both the boring legal things and explaining the purpose of the show. “Royals” are the ones to be “saved”, but they don’t have to make the journey easier on their “Heroes” and are given tools at their disposal to help or hinder. Heroes have one goal to accomplish, ‘rescuing’ their Royal, but it changes depending on the challenge.

Much to your surprise, some of those aspiring Heroes might just look familiar. Don't tell!

☆THE HEROES

In another building, next door, various people picked off the street (some coincidentally, others not so much, thanks to Gold's glamour witchcraft) are being given very much the same kind of presentation… In a room much more cramped, with not nearly enough chairs, on a slideshow. The only refreshments available are small bags of chips (try not to take more than one) and coolers full of bottled water.

After the separate presentations are done with, everyone is allowed to check out the sets for past seasons, which includes what look like giant mushroom tops that are made of very bouncy rubber, climbing walls made of fake vines, pumpkin shaped carriages (horses not included), and other such things.

Of course, it’s not all play. While you’re messing about, you’ve all been given numbers. Once you’ve been called, you’re to stand in front of Fairy Trial’s hosts and commentators: siblings Bella and Maurice Hooks. Both of them are equally friendly, although her more outgoing to his easygoing, but they have plenty of questions for this little audition. Tell them about yourself: hobbies, job, your favorite fairy tale, what you think your best skill is - and then, the most important, you get to display a choice "talent" in front of the audience. It can be whatever you like, as long as it's crowd appropriate.

Be careful, though, because the rock stars you're hoping to work with are watching, too. At the very least, don't make an ass out of yourself. Gold's enchantments are good, but there are some things that even magic can't charm its way through.

After all this, you’ll get a chance to just rest and mingle while your rides come back to take you back to the mall or HQ you were picked up at. Obviously for certain famous names, they’ll probably be the first ones out, but who knows… Maybe there was a traffic delay, and now you have some time to spare waiting around here as well. Just take note that you’re not allowed to wander too far from the Fairy Trial sets. Security is keeping an eye on folks to make sure they don’t steal or wreck anything.

And don’t worry, you’ll be told about the results within a week! They promise.

“You can make believe that what you say
Is what I want to hear.
I'll keep dancing through this
Beautiful delusional career.”

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[Sans has been treating the proceedings with a fairly leisurely sense of disinterest - so, you know, more or less his usual thing. He pretty much sleeps through the opening presentation, and now that they’ve been released to check out the sets, he’s mostly just looking for the opportunity to return home or maybe a nice place to sit down.

Which is where he comes across Artolo, who is neither of these things.

Sans is quick to try to depart, offering an only somewhat cheeky two fingered gun before attempting to excuse himself. He has no desire what so ever to face round two of this guy’s outrage. His arm only just started feeling normal again.]

[Yeah, as it turns out?]

[Not gonna pass, Sans.]

[The second Artolo spots the small figure, something in his face changes, and he immediately shoves away from the designer to use his long ass legs to his advantage.]

Heeeeey. [A pretty lazy drawl for someone who is walking so fast.]

[Oh god, what. Sans stops walking, because he isn't big on letting himself be publicly intimidated, but he's half expecting another punch when Art approaches - his reflexes are primed to get him out of the way if that happens, and it shows just a little.]

Hey, buddy. Not really up for round two, if it's all the same...

[Artolo's general idea is to invade personal space, always a favorite, but something older than him flickers in his brain and recognizes the way Sans' body is. Fight or flight. (Probably flight.) So he comes to a near enough stop, rocking on his heels a bit and with the same sharp leer on his face.]

Trust me, I would have jumped you in a dark alley if I wanted you for round 2.

[Wait. No. No assholery. Why is this so hard for him?]

...I mean, I wanted to talk to you. Since I'm kinda figuring that there may or may not have been a little bit of miscommunication shit.

[Oh good, that's comforting. Sans's expression sharpens for a moment in apprehension, though he calms once he hears the next part. Miscommunications...no shit.]

Miscommunication, huh? Whatever gave you that idea?

Well, you're a little bitch, for one.

[...Just statin' facts.]

Two, you seemed kinda surprised that I'd want to kick your ass.

I don't necessarily see how me being a little bitch affects things, but okay, I'll take it.

Maybe you guessed this by now, but I wasn't aware that things had escalated after I took off.

Yeaaaah, escalated sure makes attempted murder sound nice.

So. That was 80% of why I was trying to slam your head into the pavement. I won't apologize for the remaining 20%, which was because you punned at me.

[...What do you mean he technically hasn't apologized anyway? Shut up.]

Dunno if you've been clued in to this by now, but we weren't exactly marching to our own drums by that point in the night. Bill included. Theoretically, at least.

[...Wait. That's new.]

Want to run that by me again, because, uh, no one told me shit after I got dragged out of the pool.

You know Naomi? The gal running the party, who died?

It was some kind of mind control thing. She really wanted us to kill you guys. Guess I'm not very good at doing my chores.

Yeah, uh, newsflash, rampant murder seemed like a regular thing that night, so excuse me for not really taking note of her shitty one.

[But, well, fuck, that'd explain some things, wouldn't it? Artolo starts fidgeting from foot to foot, going over the whole thing in his head again. His mouth runs idly while he does.]

That's what happens when you hire a fucking stoner, yeah. So, what, mind control bullshit is just a regular part of the Virgo lineup?

[He has to take a moment to ponder that one. The crack about him being a stoner makes him decide to be difficult.]

...So, you really haven't noticed, huh?

[Sans, you little shit, you threw a flipflop at him to try and keep him in a pool. You're a stoner asshole, admit it.]

I've noticed a lot of things, but, considering the amount of weird shit ratio to equally weird people, it's been sort of hard to figure out what weird shit is actually weird or someone tripping balls!

[It's true, but, if they are going to exchange verbal barbs he may as well come dressed for the occasion. He shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets.]

Don't think I've ever hallucinated something weirder than what is factually true around here.

Point being, everyone is at least a little bit mind controlled these days.

Yeah, uh. Someone I know seems pretty convinced that's the case, after- them and a bunch of other dipshits did something phenomenally stupid.

Are people at Virgo actually smarter?

[He's been pretty doubtful of this but, y'know.]

Couldn't tell ya.

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

It'd take one to know one, I figure.

[For fucks sake. Artolo squints.]

...We're exchanging shit all, aren't we?

[This is how it feels to deal with someone who's needlessly difficult. Goddammit, universal vengeance.]

☆TRACK IIX: BETTER TO PRETEND PT. 1

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