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☆TRACK IV: COME TOO FAR
Who: Everyone!
What: Something explodes in the distance. In a figurative sense.
When: November 6th.
Where: Anywhere you are.
Warnings: ???
What: Something explodes in the distance. In a figurative sense.
When: November 6th.
Where: Anywhere you are.
Warnings: ???
“Like the legend of the Phoenix, All ends with beginnings, What keeps the planets spinning, The force from the beginning.” ☆COME TOO FAR On November 6th, the sudden lockdown of Pride Records and Virgo Entertainment finally ends. But not before some unseen actions have their consequences. Due to the nature of the conflict, none of you can be there to see it, but that doesn't mean it can't be felt. In the morning of the 6th, something cries out to you spiritually - like the voice of a guardian angel, or a haunting ghost. Something, somewhere, is calling on you for aid. Pleading for you to lend it your power. Whether or not you consciously agree, you'll feel a connection stronger than anything you've felt up till this point, like whatever this creature is is somehow in the room with you, or maybe like you're with it. What happens next depends on your alignment. ► LOVE & HOPE: All at once, characters with these alignments will feel as if they have taken a deep, spiritual blow - much like having someone clasp their hand around your "soul" and attempt to snuff it out. The attack itself will be brutal but brief. It's the after effects that linger, which may be any of the following: 1) Lingering spiritual pain that triggers symptoms akin to a fever in the body. It may also trigger effects such as nosebleeds and other signs of intense stress. 2) Forgetting everything except the memories you've regained. 3) A feeling of being desperately alone. How your character reacts to this feeling can vary, but the most common response will be seeking comfort from anyone nearby, even if you are not usually the sort of person to do that. These effects will last from anywhere as short at 15 minutes to as long as 5 hours. You can pick more than one of these effects for a character, but try to balance the potency of each if you take more than one, so you aren't completely kicking the shit out of them. Vestiges of these effects can linger throughout the rest of the day, but in a significantly reduced capacity. ► DUTY & PASSION: All at once, characters with these alignments will feel an intense sense of fear and grief, as if they have lost something extremely precious to them. Generally speaking, this will manifest as a sort of panic or desperation to save whatever that thing is - but not being entirely clear on where they have to go or what they have to do to accomplish it. This can very well trigger some brash and irrational actions as they sort out this abrupt feeling of urgency. 1) Soon after the feeling begins, affected characters will feel empathically drawn to the characters suffering from the effects listed for Hope & Love, even if they are not normally the sort to be so concerned for others. This can go as far as having them be aggressively protective to the point that they will conflict with each other over it. 2) Along with that feeling of being drawn to protect them, all characters will feel an intensified kinship with all the other player characters - from both labels. This feeling of kinship won't cause them to know anything more about each other than they did before, but it will cause them to feel like much closer friends than they actually are. These effects will last from anywhere as short at 15 minutes to as long as 5 hours. After that period has ended, all these empathetic effects will fade off on their own. Any network posts made in the chaos will be deleted by the execs after the 5 hours period has closed, if not sooner. By the end of the day, Lesedi Santiago and Edward Blanche will announce their return, and bans from leaving HQ will be lifted. They will not acknowledge the events of the morning unless someone goes to ask them about it. “We've come too far to give up who we are. So, let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars.” |
Doctor | Hope | Virgo but accepting phone calls from Pride friends
[Compared to several others Doctor had been lucky enough to escape the dizzying side effects of regaining memories over the past few days. It seemed his luck had run out though. When the blow first hit him he had dropped to his knees clutching at his chest. He wondered if he was having a heart attack, the way his heart banged in his chest faster than what should have been possible. A moment later, though it felt like it lasted forever, the pain subsided, leaving him panting for breath.
Eventually he continued his day as normally as possible but as he made his way around the HQ throughout the day- the kitchen, the halls, the practice room, the lounge- the fatigue would return for a time, leaving him stumbling and sweating.]
B) Forgetful
[A cardboard box large enough to fit a refrigerator in it stands in the hallway near the Flowers Over Bones penthouse entrance. The outside has been scribbled on in blue marker and POLICE BOX has been written at the top of it. If one stops to look long enough they might notice the box thump occasionally and a low murmuring voice from inside. Here and there, the recording of a dog barking plays.]
I don't understand, I don't understand... [The voice inside murmurs.]
C) Wildcard! Surprise me.
B
[Which is why the petite but strikingly strong woman slams her shoulder directly into the box that blocks her path, then shoves hard with her forearm. The idea that it might be occupied doesn't occur to her until the very moment it's too late to do anything but regret her choices.]
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Doctor, what are you doing?
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B, with a bit of A maybe?
He knocks hard on the cardboard, unsure where the "door" is. ]
... Doctor? Are you in there? Please answer me!
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A
Which is why when she sees Doctor stumbling in one of the lounges she's abandoning dignity and charging his way. She clears the couch in a single bound and is immediately beside him, skittering to a stop beside him.
Doctor, what is it? What's wrong?!
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[Of course, now he's going to have to deal with the sounds of scraping outside... Oh. She's dragging the furniture out of their penthouse and arranging a fortified area so no one bothers him.]
[Totally sensible.]
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"Tiger" Universe | Hope | Pride HQ + Phone Business
Tiger had gotten a surprisingly early start that day, springing awake with a shadow of alarm he’d woken with a day previous – his first day back after...being gone. He didn’t have any words to put to it, and he didn’t really want to. Any thought in the direction of the place he’d been filled him with a deep sense of dread.
He felt weird. Like his head had been shuffled all around. He barely remembers why it happened in the first place.
He wanted to get out of the penthouse soon after waking. They weren’t allowed to leave, he knew that much, and he couldn’t even muster the strength to be resentful of that fact now. That’s fine, he said to himself. It was out of his hands.
It’s due to some strange feeling of restlessness that he’s out and about the common Pride areas, maybe planning on trying to find food somewhere that he can eat alone. Instead, it just means he is out in public when he gets hit by the spiritual whammy.
He falls down, his head swimming and his chest aching. Suddenly...he can’t remember where he is. Or why. In fact, he can remember very little about who he is at all.
He just realizes one thing, very strongly: that he wants to find his dad.
☆THE PENTHOUSE
Kido gets him back to the penthouse at some point, and despite not even recognizing her, he trusts her somehow. Way more than he ever has with his full memories. It’s kind of weird, how different he acts like this – so much younger and less aggressive.
All he wants to do is attain some level of comfort , his heart still aching terribly from whatever attacked them. It has his head swimming with heat, and for the moment he’s just going to curl up in whatever defensive fort monstrosity we’ve got going on here.
☆CELL PHONE
You can call or text him, too, that’s a thing.
common areas
Tiger's not here. Damnit, kid.
She scrubs her hair and she's after him, knowing they can't leave, that he has to be somewhere in the building... and she's worried. And really, when she comes upon him, it's clear she had every reason to be.]
Tiger?! [Shit kid. She moves to make sure he's okay, crouching next to him, worry clear in her expression.] What happened?
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Tiger....? You look... awful...
[Pot to kettle over here. But she really is concerned. If her head would just stop pounding, she'd go over and check on him. As it is, she's doing a great job just staying upright.]
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Garnet | Love | Pride, but Virgo feel free to check up on her phone-wise
This pain, this horrible pain. This cry for help. It sounds so familiar. If only she could figure out who its from.]
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Now though, he felt a great need to hear the voice of an old friend. The fevers and weakness came and went but he couldn't shake off the feeling of loneliness that had weighed him down ever since the first mysterious attack.
He finds her phone number in his contacts and has a seat, safe on his bed, waiting as the phone rings.]
Hello, Garnet? It's Doctor. I wanted to see how you were doing...
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Greg Universe | Love | Virgo HQ + Phone
For all of Greg's restlessness the last few days, he'd found that one advantage to this lockdown was the option to sleep in. Rest was a limited commodity with their lifestyle, and he appreciated it where he could get it.
One might find it strange to see him up so early. Perhaps that was why he looked so tired: leaning on the wall for support, staggering down the hall, hazy look in his eye, sweaty and shaking. ...Maybe that last bit didn't have to do with being tired. Progress was slow, but he was a man with a mission. He had to keep moving.
B. Penthouse
He put up a fight to going back, but not much of one. The fever had begun to fade, but there was a weariness to his attitude beyond the bout of illness. He couldn't remember where he was, or who these people were, or much of anything at this point.
There was one thing he was sure of, though; he needed to find his family. They're all he had. Please, please help him find them.
C. Cell Phone
Call the man.
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Ankh | Hope | Virgo HQ
[The dreams had been troubling but after the whole mess in the basement of the building, Ankh decided that he could not tell anyone about them. Which was good and fine even though he knew that someone would soon find out about the stupid online searches and call him out. After all, how many rockers had a keen interest in alchemy and the concepts of desire? Especially one that was working in a pop rock band?
But he can explain it away, and even have a melody to use for a song basis. It was just the other stuff that he was having problems with, like the urge to fly and the almost physical need for anything red. But that was good too. He can explain it all. Even the dreams about the king, the murderous rage that form put him in, and even the sound of coins only he could hear. He can deal with it.
Then came the blow deep within, the feeling of something needed getting ripped out. Ankh could taste blood on his lips, feel the pounding of his heart, hear the cracking of a coin.]
My Core....
2 - Hall of the Mountain King
[Ankh had found his way down to the museum and was presently in the old European castle area. For a long moment he will stand behind a suit of armor, just staring at it and then he attempts to hit it but for some reason he keeps on missing. Either he stops before fully hitting it and shakes his head, or he jumps back, crouching down with his back arching and his arms open like either he expected them to turn into wings so he can fly.
All the while, he is muttering in an anarchic version of German. For anyone that might know the language it almost sounds like he was talking about how to get some kind of medal back from the king.]
Wildcard - Time Judged All
[So there is a blond guitarist trying t build a kind of cozy nest in the center of the common area. He has dragged a bunch of cushions off of various chairs and sofas, taken a bunch of sheets and blankets off of whatever beds he could find (even a few from linen closets he could access), and then filled up the lacking spots with pillows and bean bags and anything else that is comfy and warm and soft.
He is also a sobbing mess but denies that when anyone tries talking to him. Unless they are of the Duty/Passion groups and then he will just cling and tell them to shut up.]
Wildcard
Ankhcchi, shh. I've got you.
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Lenneth Valkyrie (Meril) | Virgo | Duty
Fear, panic, grief -- Meril rarely felt any emotions with great intensity, and never these. Little surprise that their grip on her left her confused and trembling, struggling to comprehend what she felt. Uncertain and driven to rash decisions, Meril made the only logical conclusion: what she feared losing was her band, and so she had to find them.
So a petite woman with a long silver braid stormed through the hallways of the Virgo headquarters, fire in her eyes and determination in every fiber of her being. Her right hand clutched the base of an ornamental statue she'd snatched on her way out of the penthouse. And she was in an unholy fury indeed -- she smashed through everything in her way, be it a door or a personal chef's cart or a person. Kicking, trampling, and even bashing with the statue cleared her path as she hunted her band. The only ones safe from her rampage were fellow musicians, and they alone seemed capable of eliciting any acknowledgment out of her besides mindless, livid determination.
2.
Once people had finally gotten Meril back into her quarter, she at least refrained from kicking the door down and stomping out again. Enough sense had returned to her that she knew she was behaving madly. But that didn't make the feelings go away!
The woman paced like a caged animal, storming from room to room and upsetting things in her wake. Occasionally she grabbed a nearby object as if to wield it like a weapon, the way she'd slung about that statue before -- but there was never anything to strike, and she invariably tossed it down without any further regard before she could do harm.
By now, she was fuming -- at herself, at her feelings, at the world.
3.
She also sent messages to those very few people she knows. All the rage in the world won't keep her from making sure they're okay.
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"Meril. I'm going to beat the shit out of a punching bag. You wanna come with?"
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3: let me know if this doesn't work
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Xanxus | Passion | Pride HQ + phone calls
There's simply no question as to where Xanxus might be in their little prison. He's more or less lived at the bar since the day he had gotten back from his little meeting with the powers that be. His stool probably have an imprint of his ass on it with how long he's been here.
But even drinking wasn't helping. It wasn't filling the void. Something was missing. So much was missing. He felt so cold. Like some fire inside of him had been put out. But it's not just that. It's too quiet. Too cold. Too empty. He keeps expecting to see someone out of the corner of the eye. The flutter of feather boas. A crown. a hooded figure not even to his knee. An umbrella. The streaming of too long silver hair... Those fucking bastards... Where were they. They should be here. They should... Unless something is keeping them from being here...
He had to get to them. After 8 long years he was free and he needed to find them!
He stands abruptly and that stool falls to the floor with a loud clatter. He needed to go NOW. He had to go and find them and let them know he was here. He was here and awake and alive. And with the doors still locked, there was only one other way. He was getting out!
Xanxus picks up the stool and starts towards one of the windows. If he's not stopped, he might just find out if those windows are breakable or not.
II. I will protect you always
He was probably stopped by now, since he's still inside the building and there might or might not be shattered glass around. Whatever that was...it's gone now. It's gone and he feels that if he tries to grab hold of it again, it'll slip away like smoke. Instead, it's just better to grab and hold onto what's real and what's here. There are people here who matter, even if he sucks at showing it. Well now he is. He is the best way he knows how.
He pours a stiff drink and just approaches someone who looks like hell.
"Here."
III. His ringtone is Death Metal. You can hear it down the hall
Xanxus' voice is loud as his ringtone. He has zero phone etiquette. "What?"
II.
Jamie blinks at the glass being thrust under his nose and then looks up at the towering man holding it.
"Is - is that alcohol? I can't - I'm not old enough to drink." He thinks. He's not sure of much of anything right now, except that there's images lodged in his head of sprawling expanses of sand and wide blue skies.
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Maxxie | Love | Pride
[The fever comes first. It lasts almost an hour, and it comes with the loneliness. He shivers and sweats and it's worse than any hangover he's ever had, so naturally he seeks out his bandmates for comfort. He just wants to be held for a while.]
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[The symptoms wear away after a couple hours and he wanders out of the penthouse for a change of scenery. He wanders through the halls, finds himself in a cafe for a little while, trying to just forget about it. Occasionally it comes back and he has to sit down for a while - you may find him sitting down in a hallway concentrating on just not crying or nursing a bleeding nose.]
phone
[He'll be carrying it around all day.]
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[Jamie is as tactful as ever, but there's a hushed, strained quality to the words that's very...un-Jamie-like. He hovers for a moment at the opposite end of the couch Maxxie's occupying and then sort of slithers over the arm and onto the seat, like he's desperate for some kind of contact but unsure if his presence is welcome.]
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Phone.
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Nariko Lunae | Love | Pride
[And she had been doing so well, too.
As if the waking-up-from-crying thing hadn’t been bad enough Nariko feels as if her insides have been ripped out and then shoved back down her excuse of a throat. Emotionally, she might as well be a sad, dried up wasteland, one that does nothing but whimper in bed for nearly an hour. Granted that might be thanks to the quickly oncoming fever. Not only does she feel as if she’s lost something important again but she’s sick as fuck.
It takes effort to drag herself out of bed but Nariko pulls on clothes with careful movements, and drags herself to the kitchen. Every step is dizzying, she’s so hot and uncomfortable in her own skin, but she ends up draped over the kitchen’s counter anyway.
If anyone would like to watch the most pathetic coffee-making display in the world then she’s there for the observing.
Just know you’re a terrible person if you don’t do anything.
B — Contact is The Cure
[The feeling is slowly wearing off. It feels less like she’s missing organs and hearing strange things and more like an ever familiar sense of isolation and loneliness. On the one hand it’s nice to jump back, but on the other this is the third major recovery in less than three weeks. If the universe could maybe give her and everyone else in this building a break, that’d be awesome. In fact Nariko might kiss whoever puts that mercy into effect.
But until things pick up (again) she’s just sort of … Around (again). But instead of hiding in corners and existing in the way she’s just meandering. You might find her in CI’s penthouse or at Pink or near the elevators, whatever. Time is a relative concern and they’ve been stuck in here so long that she doesn’t really trust much of anything.
Except hugs. Those would be nice.]
C — Martyrdom the Successor
[She’s obviously stuck at home but that doesn’t mean she can’t be reached. Texts and phone calls will be answered immediately.]
B
[But when he sees her there she looks like he feels - ripped open and vulnerable, the waves of loneliness immobilizing him in between periods of feeling lost and restless. So he doesn't turn around and leave her be. He walks up to her, hesitant and keeping his distance. He doesn't want to make it worse for her.]
Nariko?
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Jamie | Hope | Pride
The feeling that swamps him when he gets ahold of himself enough to sit up in bed is nothing really new - it's something of which he lives in subconscious fear every day, that he can feel snapping at his heels if he slows down in his headlong sprint through life, but it's never been this intense, this suffocating. It's so quiet, so deathly silent that he can't tell if anyone else is still awake or around or alive other than him. He feels suddenly as though he might be the only living creature in the penthouse, in the entire building, in the whole of the known universe.
He's never felt this profoundly, cripplingly alone.
Frantic, he throws back the covers, flings open the bedroom door; lurches out to the dim hallway to fumble with the doorknob to one of the other rooms. It doesn't matter which one, as long as someone is there that he can see and talk to.
He all but bolts into someone's room - doesn't give a shit if they're awake, asleep, what they're currently involved in - and says, with a rushed, low intensity, "Dude are you awake can I hang out here for a while?"
B - JAMIE TAKES HIS EXISTENTIAL CRISIS ON THE ROAD: (open to anyone in Pride HQ)
He doesn't feel quite so desperately lonely anymore, just overwhelmed and a little embarrassed by the intensity of his own emotions, so at some point in the day he slips out of the penthouse to roam the rest of the building, just like the five days prior. He has to stop a lot more frequently today, though, since every now and then he's staggered by exhaustion and lightheadedness, to say nothing of the bone-deep, teeth-rattling chills. More often than not, when he's stopped somewhere, he's nursing some kind of hot drink, alcoholic or otherwise.
A!! Sort of.
...That also takes a while, there was quite a lot he'd missed. He's not even sure what day it is now. At least this is his room, right? There's a lot missed from Jamie, and by the time he gets to the end of the texts and has listened to the voicemail, all of that hurt has come back again. But he has to find Jamie.
He stumbles out of bed. He's still in the clothes he was wearing when those guards had come to get him, though he only makes note of this kind of vaguely then promptly forgets about it. He makes it to his bedroom door, throws it open--
--and Jamie's standing there. He looks about as crappy as Sora feels. So Sora just drops his phone on the floor and hugs him.
"I didn't leave on purpose, I wouldn't do that-- I wasn't ignoring you. I don't..." There's a small sob, unintentional, tears unintentional, he brings a hand up to cover his eyes. Everything hurts. "I don't even know what day it is..." Even quieter: "I'm sorry."
leave me here to die
can i run you over with more feels first
alwayyyys
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Kouen (Yan) | Duty | Virgo
[If you're in the Hope or Love group, wherever you may be in Virgo HQ, you'll find yourself grabbed and dragged up to The Old Dirt Road's penthouse and deposited unceremoniously on the couch. Sure, you can try to struggle and put up a fight, but Yan's a pretty big guy and stubborn as hell. You're getting big brothered whether you like it or not.]
Stay there. You want something to eat?
[Because that's what you say to someone you basically just kidnapped.]
[B]
[After things die down a little and he's not in protection overdrive, Yan can be find in his group's penthouse, lying on the couch with a pillow over his face and trying to shut out the world. This isn't supposed to be happening. He isn't supposed to be acting like this. He doesn't want to tell anyone what happened during his psych evaluation, but at the same time, he can't just ignore it if he's not actually cured. He hates being in a position of weakness, but it's not like he can just run away and hide.]
Goddammit...
[What is he supposed to do?]
[C]
[This is the cell phone option. You can assume that, regardless of your alignment, if he knows you, he's texted you to ask what's going on with you.]
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I want ice cream.
[He'll make a 'gimme' motion with his tattooed hand, the eye in the palm of his hand almost looking real in the angle of the light.]
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Sora | Hope | Pride HQ + phone!
[It's not as if he's forgotten everything. It's just that memories keep popping up and sinking again like little bobbers in a lake, with unknown catches attached. And sometimes his memories of this place sink with them, come back up later. It's a mess and it's left Sora a mess. He wanders around the penthouse and around Pride HQ with random objects in hand at different points in time. Things made of paper, an empty bottle, someone's keys? He can't remember picking them up, or where he puts them once they're suddenly gone. Doesn't know why he's doing either thing.
At one point he just sits in the hallway outside the elevator, and stares down at his hands. Forms them into a grip, looks as if to be concentrating. Opens his hands again to stare.
Sometimes when his name is called, he can recognize who is speaking it. Other times he stares at them like they're a puzzle he's supposed to be figuring out. Like, who are you? My heart recognizes you, but I can't think of your name...]
OPTION B: ALONE
[Sora's done more crying within this five hour period than possibly in his entire life. Because "alone" is the worst feeling in the entire world for him. There wasn't a crueler thing in the world one could do to him than make him feel isolated and hopeless.
There's a possibility of finding him outright sobbing, though mostly it's just tears sliding down cheeks without any real control over them. And he has a tendency to cling to whoever passes by. Grabs hands within reach, to hold in his own. Yet for any who pay closer attention to him, he'll try to act like this isn't happening. He's fine. He'll smile through the tears, shyly pull his hand away. Will you call him on it and offer comfort, or leave him for someone else to help, or to suffer alone?]
OPTION C: FREESTYLE OR PHONE
[If you have other ideas, here is where to throw them at me, I'm open to whatever. Or leave a message/call him on his phone. He may not immediately answer. His phone gets dropped and forgotten in the very early morning, but he finds it later on.]
B
Sora, hey. What's wrong?
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Pinkie Pie | Love | Pride, accepting calls from everyone
As anyone living in Pride Tower has probably noticed by now, the lockdown appears to have basically been driving Pinkie insane. She's spent most of her days out and about, wandering. The only real surprising thing is the lack of parties - but then, no one's really been in the mood, huh?
At some point this morning, she just dropped.
Right now she certainly looks like she could be drunk. She's not even stumbling, she's half-crawling and half-dragging herself down the hall, as if uncertain of where she should put her limbs. Her eyes are full of tears, but she's trying to hold it back, just whimpering a little in the back of her throat. Why is she like this? Where are her friends?
B: Penthouse
After getting back, Pinkie's not in a mood to do much of anything other than curl up awkwardly on the first couch she sees. Her elbows and knees jut out awkwardly, and she looks a bit feverish.
At this point, she doesn't even want to try walking anywhere else.
C: Cell Phone
Go for it.
penthouse
Pinkie? [At least remember who she is please?] You okay?
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Luci || Passion || Pride HQ & Phone Shenanigans
When it hits, she knows for a fact that she's never been so terrified in her life. And there's nothing to be upset over, unless having to get out of bed on Day 5 of the Pride Lockdown was something for her to feel inordinate terror over.
Someone, or something, is coming to kill her. She's going to die, soon, and if she doesn't do something she's going to die irrelevant, before she can inspire people. The buzzing in her head comes to a whine, and she can see herself falling. Dozens of faces of an old woman intoning something: 'You will be loved, you will be hated, you will be brilliant, and in two years you will be dead.'
She covers her ears and screams. "NO I WILL NOT!!"
[2] - Stalking the Halls
She just has to get out of the suite. Just run around for a little, shake this crazy episode off and do what she does best. Talking. Inspiring people. Rebelling. That's what she can do, she can tell her strange feelings to fuck right off that's what she'll do.
Anytime she sees someone in the hall, she'll approach them. "Hey, haven't seen you in a while-- mind if I tag along for a bit?"
[3] - Love and Hope Needed
Are you a loving or hopeful Pride individual? Luci is knocking on your door, just to see if you're home and if you're doing okay. Lockdown sure makes people crazy, right?!
[4] - Text Her, She's Up and Wired
3
"...hey," he manages awkwardly. This is the second time in the past week Lucifer has been to his home and it's a little freaky.
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Ivan Karelin | Duty | Virgo
When the voice calls out for help, Ivan tenses up, eyes wide with fear. "No! I won't!" His memory may be fuzzy in areas, but he remembers his talk with Juno. These ghosts are harmful. They possessed him. They cause harm to the people he cares about. He won't help. "Go away!"
But instead, he's seized with intense fear and grief. He's felt this before, in his memory about protecting Edward. His heart races. He needs to act. Now.
B: Common Areas (Under the DUTY influence)
He's got to find the people he cares about. He has to protect them. And people he's not so close with too. He'll do better than whatever bad ninja spirit that's haunting him, making him see things. What are the right actions to take? How can he help combat this--this thing?! Feeling?! Whatever the hell is going on?!
"Hey!" he calls out when he sees someone. "What's going on over at your place?"
C: FoB Penthouse/Common Areas (Drink your goddamn tea)
The intensity he felt earlier has subsided, and now Ivan's going around trying to do damage control to help other weather the effects. He's serving a lot of tea to people, running back and forth from his penthouse to make and deliver paper cups of the brew. It's all in hopes of providing a way to calm down.
He may also be throwing salt and leaving small mounds at doorways. It's a Shinto purifying ritual he's trying.
D: Other & Communication
[[ Contact Ivan via various communication methods or make your own scenario ]]
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[Doctor watches Ivan's ritual from the couch where he's keeping warm under a pile of blankets and warming his hands with a cup of Earl Grey. His skin is still sticky and a little extra red from the last episode of fever but for the moment he feels decent.]
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Momo Kisaragi | Hope | Virgo HQ
[Momo is sort of. Wandering Virgo common areas looking for someone - anyone she might know. Someone to prove to herself somehow, someway, that she isn't alone. That something here matters. There's not enough time to get to Kido, and honestly she knows she shouldn't, but... there must be someone, right?
She's never felt so strongly like there's no one here.]
PHONE
[Momo is also reachable by phone! Make it so!]
In person
[Momo isn't who she's looking for- and frankly Luce isn't sure who exactly she's looking for- but she can't ignore a child looking so lost.]
Momo! Dear. Won't you come with me? It's important.
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Trucy Wright | Pride Records | Pride HQ
[Trucy had been alone in her room, fiddling idly with with a deck of cards when the sudden and unexpected attack crashed through her soul. The suffocating loneliness came first, and drove her out into the penthouse to find someone, anyone, to talk to. She has bad timing though, and the rest of System Crash is nowhere to be found. Which is why she left for the common areas. She'll be making a beeline for the first person she sees. Good luck getting rid of her.]
H-hey, what are you up to?
[She's trying to sound casual, really she is. But... she just desperately needs someone to talk to right now. Doesn't even matter who.]
B-
[Or maybe you find her later, when the second symptom has hit. She was fine a moment ago, but now everything is too hot and her head hurts and her vision is swimming. Trucy sways and leans against the nearest wall to steady herself. She hasn't even noticed the nosebleed...]
Ugh....
via private twitter message like we talked on plurk
Better to try and figure out why he feels like he does.
Damn ghosts.]\o/
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