☆MINGLE LOG: SOUTH VISTA MUSIC FEST

[interdimanagers]

Who: Everyone!
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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[mildwildchild]

Jamie watches the entire thing with a hazy sort of awe. This guy is amazing. His capacity for alcohol is amazing. His hair is amazing. Everything about him is amazing. Jamie wants to be this guy when he grows up. Jamie is also pretty sure that the booze is affecting his brain now.

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."

[sharktrash]

It's all true, though. Squalo is amazing and so is his hair and his everything. Obviously. One does not need booze to start crushing on a god of metal, right? The perfect rolemodel. If Jamie wants to do something else about it, though, he can come back when hair starts sprouting in weird places.

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.

[mildwildchild]

The back-slap nearly lands Jamie facedown on the table but, thankfully, does not provoke any further expulsions of whatever might still remain in his stomach. He is oblivious to the angry ranting of the man whose shoes he barfed on, the banter and laughter of the others around the table, to everything except the awful nauseous feeling still wracking every fiber of his being and the fact that Squalo just told him he did okay.

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.

[sharktrash]

He probably doesn't hear that, but obviously he'd be extra pleased if he did. Damn right, everyone should look up to him.

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.