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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. |
his laughter haunts us all. At least they aren't wasteing the spirit by pouring it down their arms..
[Speaking of which, he... has no memories of drinking it himself; but he does seem to know plenty about the drink when he thinks on it. Eh! Must have just blacked out last time he had it. Bill watches her intently, removing his silk gloves to copy her stirring motion.]
"So how does one acquire such a taste? Something of a tradition?"
[Maybe he's prying a little, but hey, you can't fault a guy for trying.]
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[As if she didn't say anything, she finishes stirring and delicately sets her spoon to the side. Luce doesn't take a drink immediately, if only to answer his question first.]
Oh, it's just something I've picked up over the years, you know.
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“Like your talent for secrecy?”
[Bill takes a small drought of the liquid himself; closing his eyes to adjust to the new sensations. It's funny. For something so strong, he hardly feels as though it has hit him yet at all.]
“All right, all right, I knows when I'm beat. Name's Bill Cipher, Vandalism in Progress. Tell me I get an introduction at least?”
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Well, a woman has to have her secrets. [Grinning, she offers her glass for a toast.] Luce, Flowers Over Bones. I believe I might have heard about you in the news.
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[And if he doesn't look just delighted at that news-- or maybe it's the alcohol. Knowing Cipher it's probably a mix of both. Hearing he caught someone's attention always strokes his ego.]
“And do you believe what you hear?”
[He clicks his own glass in a toast, taking a longer draft this time.]
“Luce. The 'Madonna Lily' of Flower over Bones is what they call you, isn't that right?”
[He'd ask to what he owed the pleasure, but really he just invited himself.]
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[Although, considering things, she should probably stop adding more mysteries to her plate...]
Oh yes, that's my little gimmick. The Madonna Lily. I accept "Holy Mother of Bass" too, of course.
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[Bill agrees, appreciating the name.]
“So 'The Holy Mother' meets with the 'Illuminati' for drinks- hehe. Somewhere some journalists' head must be exploding.”
[Normally he'd just chug the liquid and be done with it, but something about this stuff is starting to kick in and the buzz feels so pleasant Bill finds he doesn't mind following Luce's slow pace as much as he expected to. In fact, by this point, he can hardly recall what had worked him up in the first place. He swirls his glass, amused by the spirit's gentle current.]
“You know, some say 'truth' is just a concept invented by the powerful to guilt others into giving them more power. If reality is defined by what we choose to perceive as real, you might as well consider truth just the backup argument."
[He shrugs, stretching into a more relaxed position.]
“Either way, you're right at that. I'll be interested to see what truth you find.”
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[Which had been amusing to see the reactions to, if nothing else, and Luce's giggles go on a bit longer with a little more energy than usual. Just a tad.]
Would you be interested in seeing what I come up with in the end?
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[He joins her laughter, the slightly maniacal lilt in his cackle still there, albeit less intense usual.]
“Hey, whatever you come up with is bound to be better than any tabloid, count me in.”
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[A wink, and she reaches the halfway point of her glass.]
If you say that, I'm half tempted to have a side career as a journalist. If nothing else, I could avoid the same boring cliches they always throw out into print.
Whoops; I thought I tagged this like waaay back : \ sorry mate!
[Bill grins back toothily, a slight sway in his movements. Oh, oh, he's really feeling it now! By all the powers that be and whatever existed beyond the veil and infinite void this was good stuff. He grips his edge of the table, torn between wanting to flop backwards into his chair and stop existing forever and bouncing off the walls in his newfound reverie.]
"As fun as it is to throw the bait and see the suckers scatter for it, you can do an awful lot more when you're the one pulling the strings! I mean, we aren't called the entertainment industry for nothing. Wen eht htiw ni! Give em something they won't expect!"
np!
You can get away with a lot more of it on the paranormal ones, can't you? Unless, you know, you were patient enough to be on the normal celebrity magazines before you pulled out something ridiculous.
<333
[Evidently Bill's body decides laying down is the best option because he is slowly slouching backwards now, leaning back in his seat, still gesturing animatedly.]
"Or, you know.. something actually ridiculous."
[He holds a serious face a moment before laughing. Yes don't worry, he's actually joking this time.]
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And what do you count as actually ridiculous?
Luce wins an award for enduring the most of Bills rants
"Hnn, hard to say. Humanity in general...?"
[It almost looks like he's nodding off. Bill's hat slips over his face and with his gesturing he looks like the world's laziest composer.]
"We think we're so important, but we're nothing but a blink of the eye in the grand scheme of things! We can't see the ultraviolet patterns on flowers, understand the motions of the stars, or hear th' thoughts of... colors."
Reason for her nickname, Bill.
You know. Some people do hear colors.
The Madonna Lily? Are people giving you flowers for your saintly patience, Luce?
"I ain't talkin your basic synthesia, but you have a point! Humans do have that unpredictability factor."
[You could manipulate them for centuries, in a trillion year game of cosmic chess, stringing along every person just right; saying all the correct things; taking all the necesarry steps to guide every event to unfold just how you know it is supposed to-- And somewhere it still falls apart anyway. Bill snorts.]
"We've got that going for us, at least."
Not for that in particular, but it's only a matter of time
[Just a little bit of sing-song is in her voice as she shoots back the words.]
Humanity's saving graces. Simultaneously charming and infuriating.
haha true enough
[A hand, followed by Cipher's face pops back up over the edge of the table to retrieve his glass, easily polishing off the last of it. He sighs, contentedly.]
"S' the little things, you know?"
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[The true bond maker.]
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[Bill fervently agrees. On what, he isn't entirely certain, are they saying Absinthe is one of those little things that matters? Were they comparing it to humanity? Was she simply asking if he enjoyed the drink? It doesn't matter. He agrees with it all.
Bill smushes his cheek against the cold glass, relishing the small contrasting chill it offered his very alive nerves. He feels so nice. Just... let him shut his eyes a moment...]
"..."