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interstellar55552015-11-18 11:26 am
interdimanagers) wrote in interstellar55552015-11-18 11:26 am
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- ankh,
- aramat drawdes,
- bumblebee,
- fetch walker,
- finnick odair,
- garnet,
- genos,
- greg universe,
- itachi uchiha,
- ivan karelin,
- jamie hemeros,
- johanna mason,
- kanami mashita,
- keith goodman,
- koumei ren,
- lenneth valkyrie,
- luce,
- luci,
- mai,
- maki nishikino,
- maxxie oliver,
- momo kisaragi,
- nariko,
- nia teppelin,
- optimus prime,
- pao-lin huang,
- peni parker,
- rei hino,
- richard st. vier,
- ryouta kise,
- sans,
- shotaro hidari,
- sora,
- steven universe,
- superbia squalo,
- terrance ward,
- the doctor,
- the psiioniic,
- tooru oikawa,
- trucy wright,
- tsubomi kido,
- tsunayoshi sawada,
- wolfram von bielefeld,
- xanxus,
- yosuke hanamura
☆MINGLE LOG: SOUTH VISTA MUSIC FEST
Who: Everyone!
What: An open mingle log for everyone from everywhere.
When: November 18th-24th, 2054
Where: South Vista
Warnings: Could be anything!
What: An open mingle log for everyone from everywhere.
When: November 18th-24th, 2054
Where: South Vista
Warnings: Could be anything!
☆THE FESTIVAL Welcome to the South Vista Music Fest! An enormous, weeklong festival with hundreds of bands performing nearly 24/7, the Music Fest is a quarter annual event that celebrates all manners of local talent, both big time and small time. Every band from Pride Records and Virgo Entertainment will have performances to do, including the freshly recruited – you better have your act together, because now is your time to shine!  Player bands will be performing roughly once a day, with bands from the first app round predominantly with evening slots and the newest bands with predominantly afternoon slots. There is definitely a hierarchy to the scheduling - Pride and Virgo claim almost all of the prime performance times, while other labels are forced to deal with the leftovers. You've definitely been chosen by the winners of the music industry in these parts, that's for sure. Shuttles will be available to take people back to their relative HQs in their downtime, but they're also allowed to hang out and enjoy the festivities if that's what they prefer. Stuff is happening all day and night, so it's really just a question of how much you can party while still being conscious for your own show. Your managers will tell you that the company CEOs pay extra close attention to this event, so that you need to be on your best behaviour. The festival takes up a massive amount of floor area with multiple stages of various sizes and a large amount of glowy display screens. It's set up on the ground floor of the cityscape, meaning that the suspension roads and walkways above have been programmed to add to the ambient lighting all day and night. ► TRAILER PARK KIDS: For those that just want to chill, there is a massive VIP area reserved for labels to park various trailers for their musicians to hang out in during downtime - one for each band. They aren't quite as big as the tour buses, but they are comfortable and well stocked. Each is equipped with two beds and a bathroom/shower. Pretty much every local band you know of is here, including the notorious Predator. Nose around their trailer at your own risk. ► IN THE SPOTLIGHT: With at least six performances in a span of six days, there is plenty of time for shenanigans to go down both back and center stage. Time to show your mettle, and to hope that some asshole doesn't take all the best food items from the backstage catering tables before you can get to them. ► ATMOSPHERIC NOISE: If you dare brave the storm, there is a massive quantity of merch, vendor, and food booths available for your perusal. Many fans endeavor to spend as much time at Music Fest as possible, and so the space is very lived in, with large groups of people hanging out in well populated lounge areas. Depending on how popular you are, it may be difficult to get around without getting swarmed by your fans. ► DON'T FORGET TO REMEMBER: And all the while, the strange memories continue. The label's newest members will have started to feel strange as of November 6th, and by the time of the Fest almost all of them will be discovering their first memories regains. The first one should be based on the alignment you chose, but the rest can be whatever you want. New character may regain up to 4 memories between their arrival and the end of November. |
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It spins and spins and spins some more, and finally lands on...
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"Go on then. Right, I forgot the bets." He tosses a $5 in the middle. The others follow, except the guy the bottle landed on, who's picking it up now.
And drinking it, because such are the rules. To his testament, he gets halfway through the bottle before suddenly looking a little green and running off.
"Voooooi, you're supposed to spin it, cheese bollocks!" Sigh. "Alright. Evolution did its work. Let's try again, kiddo."
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He'll never admit it willingly, but Jamie's starting to have second thoughts about this little venture.
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"Cheers."
He's not in a rush, but not exactly slow either. He pauses midway to spit on the floor to the side and grumble something about gross coloured drinks, but then continues and, yeah, finishes it all off.
Then he looks around triumphantly and spins the next one.
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The bottle lands on the guy to Jamie's other side, this time. The gentleman in question has clearly already had a few and barely gets through a third of the bottle before he has to tap out. Wiping his mouth, he leans over to spin, sending the bottle on a wobbly trajectory until it finally slows to a stop.
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It lands on the guy to Squalo's left, who swears impressively. Surprisingly enough, he manages to empty it and stay upright, so there's two people progressing into the next round already. The next spin lands on Squalo again, and he jabs the fellow in the kidneys with his elbow.
"Fuck you, you've gotta be shitting me." Still, he's taking it. "At least it's vodka this time." Down it goes. He shudders once he's done, like a wet dog shaking the water off, and turns a new bottle.
Finally, it's landing on Jamie.
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Jamie picks up the bottle. It looks huge to him now that it's actually in his hands and he's facing the task of ingesting all of it. He knows he's not going to be able to do it - three guys who are all older and bigger than him have dropped out already, there's no way Jamie is going to pull this off.
Still, he has to try. Gotta back up all his big talk with something.
Hiding his apprehension, he opens the bottle, brings it to his mouth, tips it back. It's strong and he has to fight the urge to stop drinking. He has to pause for breath every few swallows, but he dutifully keeps chugging away, aware of everyone's eyes on him, waiting for him to chicken out. He starts feeling light-headed, but he can't tell if the liquor's actually taking effect or he's just psyching himself out.
Finally he's had all he can take, and he lowers the bottle - and he realizes there's only a little bit left. If he pusses out now he'll really look bad. It's just a couple of swallows, he can totally do this, even if his stomach is begging him not to. He licks his lips, shoots a glance at Squalo, and chugs the rest before he can talk himself out of it. Slams the bottle down on the table. Wipes his mouth.
"Woo." That is the most underwhelming victory cry in the history of Tera, but he did it.
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"More than I expected of you," he says once Jamie actually finishes it. He sort of expected him to flop over halfway through at best, but hey, guess the fun is going to last a while. "Just pour it down your throat next time. If you keep tasting it, you'll throw up sooner or later."
"Next." Did you want to gloat some more? The game's not done yet.
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Woozily Jamie gives the next bottle a twirl. He can't even bear to watch it spinning because it exacerbates the horrible pukey feeling threatening to overwhelm him, but he really hopes it doesn't land on him again.
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It won't land on him just yet, but obviously it's a question of time. The bottle turns to the last fellow who hasn't been picked yet. He manages to empty it, though ends up looking greener than Jamie, and spins the bottle... only to have it land on himself again. He swears loudly and surrenders, while Squalo is laughing his ass off and banging a fist against the floor in a fit of hilarity.
And then it's him, Jamie and one other guy left. Who's gonna be next?
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It lands on Squalo again, this time. Jamie blearily looks at the white-haired man, wondering if he can take a third bottle. Jamie's certain Squalo will have won anyway, even if he can't - but it'll be pretty impressive to actually watch, regardless.
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Then he turns and decks the guy who spun it.
"Fucking seriously? Third one and that guy's only got one?"
Nonetheless, he's picking it up. Alright then. All or nothing, right. He's just going to pour it down his throat this time, looking like he has some trouble staying upright once he's done, but nonetheless, he'll be preparing the next bottle. "Ha! Watch and learn." 50/50 and he'll cheat slightly if he has to. He's not downing a fucking fourth one.
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He's so busy staring admiringly at the magnificence that is Squalo that he almost doesn't notice the fact that the bottle has landed squarely on him once again. Jamie gazes down at it with a conflicted expression. He knows he can't win this, and the logical portion of his brain tells him that he shouldn't even try, because that way lies only vomit.
That part of him is also pretty well pickled by now and being drowned out by the rest of his brain that is whooping enthusiastically about how awesome it would be if he could totally stomach two bottles of liquor. So Jamie picks the thing up, opens it (with some difficulty - intoxication turns everything into a childproof cap) and, per Squalo's previous instruction, tips it back and just starts chugging.
It takes about thirty seconds for his stomach to start rebelling, and he manages to ignore it for another ten or so before he just can't take anymore. He jerks forward, slams the three-quarters-full bottle onto the table and presses the back of his hand to his mouth. That and the distinctly greenish cast to his features are about all the warning you're getting, Squalo, sorry.
Jamie pretty much barfs more violently than he ever has in his life. He at least has the grace to turn away from the table before he does it (which means he might or might not end up getting it on someone's shoes, oops), but Squalo and everyone else present still has to listen to the melodic strains of a sixteen-year-old puking his guts out.
Once he gets it all out of his system, he woozily sits up, wipes his mouth, fixes Squalo with the most dignified stare he can muster, and slurs, "I give, man, you win."
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Squalo looks a little alarmed and slides a few inches away, but luckily the kid seems to have some basic manners and chooses to vomit in another direction. It's definitely landing on someone's shoes, and Squalo is definitely laughing, loud and sharp. Like a goddamn animated hyena. What's so amusing about all this?
Once he manages to settle somewhat, he'll be grabbing the coins and bills and shoving them into his coat while loudly exclaiming "Hell yeah! I'm #1!" and holding his free hand up as if awaiting applause. Some might come, but obviously not as much as he expects, so he won't stay like this for long.
He'll give Jamie a slap on the back (hopefully not causing another wave of vomit). "Not bad for your age," he says merrily. His words are drawling a bit and his face has a more intense color than usual, but otherwise he seems in pristine condition. "Keep practicing. I gotta piss. Later."
It takes a little bit of effort for him to stand up, but after a couple wavey meters he'll head off toward the nearest bathroom in a mostly straight line. Amazing.
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Jamie turns drunkenly in his seat to watch Squalo totter away and probably mumbles something embarrassing to the effect of "He's so coooool," before he overdoes it. He twists around a little too far trying to follow the guy's progress, loses his balance and falls over, completely off his chair. (Luckily for him, not on the side where he just puked.) He lies there for a moment or two, says "Dude, what" a couple of times and then passes out.
Clearly this drinking game was a success.
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Unfortunately, Squalo is not particularly caring or responsible, so he'll just leave him to sleep on the floor until some bandmates pick him up. He does snap a picture, though. And then actually makes sure the teen's laying on his side and not his back, just in case, because there's nothing less cool than choking on your vomit in your sleep. That's that, though.
He's off to crash for a bit, then get some coffee and continue his reign of terror.