☆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]

He breathes a deep sigh. "Well. At least I've made some pretty smart friends." It's not a word Greg's ever hesitated to use.

[nibelungvalesti]

"You are very eager to like." Distracted by worry and the need to get him back to safety, Meril made an error atypical of her -- she spoke without thinking. "I find myself envying that at times."

[panspermia]

Silence fell for a moment while Greg took in her comment--perhaps blurted in error, but all the more truthful for it. "I just... get scared of being alone," he admits finally, voice soft. "That's nothing too special to anybody, I don't think."

[nibelungvalesti]

Meril slowed, the better to look over at him with unusual seriousness -- even for her.

"So long as I am here, you will not be alone if you do not wish to be."

[panspermia]

Greg looks back, and nods, slowly.

"That goes both ways, y'know."

[nibelungvalesti]

"I don't have such worries, Greg, but I thank you. For some reason, more people wish to be my friend than I would have ever suspected..." She faltered, there, as worry stabbed hot and fierce into her stomach again. Some of those friends were Pride, after all, people she could not see.

[panspermia]

"Not a shocker. If you take care of all of us this well."

As they're nearing the penthouse, he grows quiet, thinking hard. "I wrote you a song, didn't I?"

[nibelungvalesti]

"A brief serenade, as part of your obligation to serenade ladies," she said, dismissing any significance to the music even as she blushed very faintly.

[panspermia]

He pulls a face. "Am I that sort of person? Do I sing out of obligation?" There's a click of the tongue. "That doesn't sound like me. But my head is pretty screwed up right now."

[nibelungvalesti]

Meril stopped short, lowering her head as she blushed with even greater embarrassment. Now here she was, implying to Greg that he was some sort of -- monster, something he wasn't. "A self-imposed obligation done for your own entertainment, because it delighted you," she clarified quietly.

[panspermia]

"You really do like that word, huh? You really aren't used to having friends." He's teasing, but the smile is wan.

With that look on her face, his brows go up. "No... I remember. You were moping, I wanted to cheer you up. And you ended up looking like this, instead."

[nibelungvalesti]

Why, of all the memories to return to him, was that the one that had come rushing back? Not able to look at him, or up from the floor, she groped blindly for the penthouse door's knob. "It was an excellent serenade directed at someone who never expected it," she mumbled.