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Interdimensional Managers ([personal profile] interdimanagers) wrote in [community profile] interstellar55552015-11-09 12:45 am

☆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: ???

“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.”
notahobby: (maxxie021)

[personal profile] notahobby 2015-11-10 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Maxxie's silent for a moment, but he wants to talk. He needs to talk. Even if it's with Jamie, who he still doesn't really trust to be able to handle this stuff well.]

I just feel like things are fucked up. I keep thinking about shit and I can't remember if it actually happened and now I feel like shit and I don't know why. Am I going fucking crazy?

[His voice almost breaks and he has to hold back tears. His skin is so hot and he shivers and this is awful. Why won't someone just hold him for a minute?]
notahobby: (maxxie033)

B

[personal profile] notahobby 2015-11-10 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Maxxie's approaching the elevators when he sees Nariko there. They haven't spoken at all since the carnival. It's not that he's avoided interacting with her, but he's felt guilty about what she had to go through and it's been easier just not to engage. It makes him feel even more guilty to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't gather the courage to talk to her about it, tell her he was sorry at least that she had to go through all that and had to watch him be next to useless on top of it. He can't deal with that right now, so he considers leaving her alone.]

[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?
mildwildchild: art by Mint-Drop ([contemplative pause])

[personal profile] mildwildchild 2015-11-10 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Jamie listens to all this quietly, intently; then he debates with himself a moment and shifts just a little closer, reaching out one tentative hand to pat whatever part of Maxxie is closest, which might be his hip or leg or, well, his butt. Jamie doesn't really care.]

Maybe, but - if you are, I think the rest of us are too. Or - [He hesitates again and continues in a near whisper.] ...at least I think I am.
yuruse: (don't like this)

B

[personal profile] yuruse 2015-11-10 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Greg may or may not feel Weasel's presence before he sees him, this big looming cloud of brotherly protection. He'd been a frantic and confused mess up until the moment he'd heard his bandmate was under the weather. Then that sense of purpose had slammed down like a grate, and he's now approaching the other young man from behind in order to toss a blanket around his shoulders.

"How are you feeling? Have you been drinking enough water? I can get you a glass." No preambles. No greetings. And as he comes around in front of Greg it's easy to see that this is the face of someone who won't be shooed away.
mildwildchild: so much gay porn (GAH)

Jamie | Hope | Pride

[personal profile] mildwildchild 2015-11-10 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
A - JAMIE HAS AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS: (open to bandmates)
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.
Edited (consistency motherfucker) 2015-11-10 03:59 (UTC)
warrior_princess: (Definitely not a villain.)

[personal profile] warrior_princess 2015-11-10 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Her lips skinned back from her teeth in a smile with no pleasure to it. "The gym's close and everyone's rounded up. We can lock them in for half an hour. You'll feel better for something to hit that won't hurt your hands."

...says the woman who put a hole in the wall and has bandaged her knuckles.
Edited 2015-11-10 04:08 (UTC)
warrior_princess: (About that.)

[personal profile] warrior_princess 2015-11-10 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
She'll just reach forwards and touch a callused palm to his forehead. Personal space? What's that?

"The fever's gotta be cooking your brain," is her verdict, but she takes pity. "You're Greg Universe, rock star. This is the label's HQ. Sit."
panspermia: (★ Decide what's important)

[personal profile] panspermia 2015-11-10 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
He recoiled, expecting her to bowl him right over--despite her size, he had not a doubt in his mind that she was more than capable. He had to brace himself against the wall, staring at this stranger who was demanding his condition. "N...no!" He tried his best to steady himself. "What... what is this place?! Where's my son?"
warrior_princess: (What - no one mentioned that?)

B

[personal profile] warrior_princess 2015-11-10 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Lora stalks the halls, feeling like a caged tiger as she seeks people out. It's a terrible feeling; she's sweating and nursing the hand she'd used to punch a wall earlier. The sight of the box makes her grit her teeth in annoyance. What a pointless obstruction! She'd turn her back and head the other way if she didn't recognize the voice from it.]

Doctor, what are you doing?
panspermia: (★ Get my head around it)

[personal profile] panspermia 2015-11-10 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
He flinches back at her touch, but he's definitely warm. "Rock... no." He clutches at his hair. It feels strange in his hand. "No, I haven't played since... this is wrong."
warrior_princess: (Chill.)

[personal profile] warrior_princess 2015-11-10 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"You were playing just last night. Bitching about our benevolent overlords earlier in the week, over Twitter. I can pull up video." Lora eyeballs him. "If you faint and you're not in a chair, I'm not gonna catch you."
panspermia: (★ Kidding myself)

[personal profile] panspermia 2015-11-10 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"What?" He blinks at her. That can't be right, can it? He doesn't remember that, but... he doesn't remember much. The things he does aren't adding up. "Overlords...? I... but... my son..." He can't think. His head is pounding too hard. She's right, he needs to sit, but he has to find him.
warrior_princess: (Maybe we'll wait for once.)

[personal profile] warrior_princess 2015-11-10 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Virgo Entertainment." Why does forgetting that seem more extreme than forgetting her name, or his own?

Engaging him in conversation might keep him from running off. "You've never talked about a son. And you're the kind of person who'd either want him living here, or talk about him all the time. Possibly both."
goateeocracy: (Default)

Kouen (Yan) | Duty | Virgo

[personal profile] goateeocracy 2015-11-10 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[A]

[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.]
sponsorigami: Ivan looking a bit angry (ゲーム Alright hand over the Pocky!)

B, with a bit of A maybe?

[personal profile] sponsorigami 2015-11-10 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ivan knows this... this thing. Sort of. A blue box. The Doctor had drawn a blue box thing on his cell phone at the Gala. He hears the thumps and hushed words and a... barking dog? With how ill the Doctor had been looking, Ivan's worried. (Even without the surge of urgency.) This has to be his doing for some reason.

He knocks hard on the cardboard, unsure where the "door" is.
]

... Doctor? Are you in there? Please answer me!
panspermia: (★ How this works)

[personal profile] panspermia 2015-11-10 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I haven't...?" That definitely can't be right. She's on the mark about one thing, he loves his son more than anything, he'd tell everyone about him. About his son. His son, named... named... Greg's head throbs again. She may be worried about the label name, but forgetting his son's name is what hits Greg with the deepest dread.

"H-how long have I been here?"
panspermia: (★ How this works)

[personal profile] panspermia 2015-11-10 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
One wouldn't expect the weight of a blanket could cause someone to jump as though electrocuted. Everything little touch seems to makes Greg flinch. As much as people insist he's meant to be here, it feels more like he's been kidnapped, and he's waiting for the shoe to drop.

Still, after realizing what's been draped in, Greg pulls the blanket around him, and shrinks into the couch under the gaze of the other man. He'd like to say he's glad for everyone looking after him, but their care is a bit... aggressive. "I'm... I'm doing better. Really." His fever's gone down, the chills have let up. He's still shaky, though half of that is nerves.

"I, I guess... you're supposed to be a friend of mine, too...?"
trustme: The Doctor looking surprised (surprised)

[personal profile] trustme 2015-11-10 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
[The box wobbles. Thankfully the weight of the person inside keeps it from crashing over in its side but the contents, including the man, are well shaken by the shove. Doctor gives a cry of surprise, muffled by his cardboard retreat. There's some thumping and then he pushes the box flap open and looks out into the hallway.]

Susan? [He takes a better look at Meril and his sight instantly drops to the floor.] Sorry. I thought you were someone else.
trustme: The Doctor looking confused (confused or disbelief)

[personal profile] trustme 2015-11-10 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes a moment and the box wiggles as he moves around inside of it. He sticks head out from behind a flap to see who it is out in the hall.]

Ex...cuse me? Can I help you?

[The recording of the dog barking plays again and there's a small tapping noise from inside the box.]
trustme: (neutral or observing)

[personal profile] trustme 2015-11-10 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
Yes?

[His voice is muffled by his cardboard surroundings. The dog recording plays and he hushes it. After some thumps the side of the box opens and Doctor looks out at Ivan.]

Hello. Eh. What can I do for you?
trustme: The Doctor looking confused (confused or disbelief)

[personal profile] trustme 2015-11-10 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Doctor was on his own search mission as well as he walked down the hallway with his toy robot dog in arm. He didn't know it but he was lucky: his memory lapses and sickness happened at separate moments.]

Susan? ...Um. Ladies? Susan!

[When he spots Greg dragging along he runs over to him.]

Are you all right? Do you need help?
trustme: The Doctor looking surprised (surprised)

[personal profile] trustme 2015-11-10 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Doctor couldn't rightly remember the last time he talked with his old college friend. During the tour he imagined Garnet was just as busy as he was. He had nearly called her to laugh about the tabloid about them only to end up distracted by a long to do list.

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...
twoscompany: (NUUUU)

[personal profile] twoscompany 2015-11-10 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a shakiness in the woman's voice on the other line.]

Doctor?...I don't...need...

[She's confused. Wait. Does she need a doctor? Wait, who is this again? She knows him, right? It sounds like she should know him.]

Who is this?
nibelungvalesti: (angry look)

[personal profile] nibelungvalesti 2015-11-10 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She would rather stay here and guard Greg (the same, it seemed, as everyone else), but that irrational feeling made her angry, and anger she could channel into other action. "I am not sure that is true, but I know I won't feel worse for it." And it might very well improve things just a little. Who knew?

Decided, she stalked for the door, trusting Lora to keep up.
warrior_princess: (Chill.)

[personal profile] warrior_princess 2015-11-10 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Lora goes and sits on one of the counters, dangling her legs over the edge.

"It's been a couple of months. We're in the same band. 'Defying Atmosphere'? No bells ringing, huh?"

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