☆TRACK IV: COME TOO FAR

[interdimanagers]

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.”

Comments

[panspermia]

Even in good health, he doubted he could have regarded the looming figure with any more than slackjawed intimidation. For a moment Greg only stared with frightened eyes. Then, he set his jaw, drew himself up as much as possible (which wasn't very much), and spoke as firmly as he could manage (which wasn't at all).

"Wh...where... is my family?"

[warrior_princess]

She doesn't know a thing about his folks, she realizes, or those of the rest of the band. Or her own. She does know he shouldn't be up and about when she can feel the heat rolling off his skin from here.

"Not here, and if you keep stumbling around like this you'll hurt yourself and freak them right out. Sit your ass down and swallow some water and asprin. I'll find your phone."

[panspermia]

"But--" It's a feeble protest, and he's already shrinking again. He looks around, hazy and distraught. He doesn't know where he is, who this woman is. She sounds concerned, in a gruff way, but that only confuses him further. "What is this place? Who--where am I?"

[warrior_princess]

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]

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]

"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]

"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]

"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."

[panspermia]

"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?"

[warrior_princess]

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?"

[panspermia]

Greg shudders, and plants his back against the wall to fully brace himself. I's so tempting to sink to the floor. "No... I... was a one-man... Mr. Universe. That... that was years ago." Wasn't it? Time feels so soupy.

[warrior_princess]

"You should sit." Her voice, while still firm, is a little gentler now. "I don't know a thing about your solo career."

[panspermia]

"There's nothing to know," he mumbles into his hands. "I'm not... I'm so confused." Slowly, he slides down. "I just want... to find my wife and kid. None of this makes sense."