WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[Well, this is...happening. This is a thing. This is your life now. The Commander is expecting you to just up and kill one another, and then try to get away with it. No big deal, right? You guys can handle this. You won't fall for what she has. She's clearly an idiot. A loud idiot, but still an idiot. She's not going to get one over you.

...Right?

In any case, the Commander's quarters are now open for anyone who decides they can actually stand to be in the same room as her, but beware - any favor you might ask of her is going to come at a price, and who knows what she'll ask you to do if you decide to gain a boon from her. Unless you're a suck-up like Baku - then she'll apparently be flattered. Maybe that's a good tactic to use?


Whatever you do, try not to murder the bread again. The Bread Did Nothing Wrong.


There are fifteen strangers in this place.]



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Comments

[illusionarymelody]

[So on Friday Vita decides to set up an impromptu musical performance in the theater since she's received a few requests for a performance. She'll leave notes at the door of each room in the morning, all written with a bright blue glitter pen in nice feminine handwriting. She'll also put something up in the mess hall.

She'll sing a couple of songs. If people seem interested she'll sing one or two more. Sadly she can't take requests unless someone can find a recording of something and she can learn it.

But afterwards, feel free to talk to her or mingle with others!

ooc: Also here is a translation for the first song and the second song]

[backuphero]

[After losing a fight to a robot that didn't even really fight back, a concert seems like a good way to salvage the day.

He was expecting opera, something he wasn't smart enough for, all trilled dying speeches and notes normal people's voices couldn't touch. He wasn't prepared for a torch song that seemed aimed right at his heart, didn't expect some kind of driving martial ballad about swearing to fight side-by-side with someone no matter what.

He might've applauded a little quietly, but anything louder seems like it'd be rude, somehow. Whistling would be crass.]

Miss Vita, I... your voice is wonderful.

[illusionarymelody]

[Vita knows very well that while opera is what she normally does, it's not something this audience is likely to understand or enjoy. She can also sing normal songs and it's also a way to share a bit of culture from her home.]

Thank you. A few wanted to hear something and I thought a taste of what a normal person would listen to would suit far more.

[backuphero]

You're welcome... I think you actually found the perfect songs for the audience here.

[He's very obviously got a question on his mind after that, but it takes him a few seconds of nervous fidgeting to spit it out.]

I, ah... I'm not holding my breath, but if I can find a recording here, somehow... there's a few songs I grew up hearing that I think you'd make sound even better. If I can find those songs, would you... is it asking too much to ask you to learn something just because I think you'd make it sound amazing?

[Okay, okay, so "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" only barely counts, Judy Garland didn't make that her own until he was thirteen, but....]

[illusionarymelody]

I don't mind leaning a new piece. I would definitely need to either hear it or have some way of knowing how the melody and words go. Maybe we can find it somehow.

[backuphero]

Yeah, maybe the library's got something? Haven't seen anything that looks like a record player here, but it's worth looking closer, right?

[theserpentsmiles]

[Of course Nagisa attended the small performance...he used to be in the concert club, and he also wants to keep morale up by supporting his fellow captives. They won't get anywhere if they lose their fire.

And...wow. Based on the lyrics, he's not the only one who feels this way. That second song in particular... The power he was given is useful in a moment like this; he claps quietly and sets off two fireworks of the 'completely harmless' variety. Celebratory sparkles.]

That was beautiful. Thank you.

[illusionarymelody]

You're welcome. A few said they wanted to hear me perform and I had no objections to it.

[theserpentsmiles]

Are you not a professional, then? [Could have fooled him!]

[illusionarymelody]

I don't normally sing these sorts of songs, but they felt far more fitting for this situation.

[theserpentsmiles]

I used to be in the concert club, but.... I could never do anything like that. [Well, no, he could. But not nearly as well.]

[mementodagger]

[Yurick sits off to the side by himself as always, but there's something different about him once Vita begins to sing. His eye closes slowly as if he's drifting off to sleep, and through her entire performance he stays like that. There might be the faintest traces of a sad smile on his lips, and by the end of the first song his pewter lashes are damp. That dampness not only remains, it grows into a couple of stray tears that he quickly brushes away, hopefully before anyone notices.

He applauds after each song, quietly and politely, but something about him seems so far away, carried off by the music.]

[illusionarymelody]

[Well, since Yurick was one of the ones who expressed an interest in hearing her sing, she'll go over and at least make sure he didn't fall asleep or die or anything.]

Did you enjoy the songs?

[mementodagger]

[He only opens his eye when she speaks to him, and for a moment there's such sadness and pain in those blue-gray depths.]

Yes, thank you. I almost feel as if those songs would help me recall the friend I've forgotten.

[illusionarymelody]

You've forgotten a friend entirely? How could that even happen?

[mementodagger]

I know I've forgotten someone important, someone who stayed by my side despite all my efforts to push him away, but....

[It's strange that he don't mind telling her. Maybe because she's neither mocked him nor pressured him into opening up. Besides, he might feel like he owes her something for her singing, and this is all he has to offer.]

I can't remember his name, his face, his voice. I only remember that we're part of the same... traveling group.

[stealsyourduelist]

[A performance definitely seemed like a good change of pace, so Rosenkreuz arrives and listens. The music is nothing like what he's used to (Gregorian chants and carols...) So he winds up having a fairly shocked look on his face for most her performance... he's not really sure what to say about the pop style. But he manages to piece together an opinion of the songs themselves, at least.]

... How sentimental. I did not expect to hear such a message in this base.

[illusionarymelody]

I'd hope my singing was also enjoyable to listen to. [She smiles.]

[stealsyourduelist]

Oh, of course. It was quite powerful - I'm sure you could make a name for yourself with it if you wished.

[illusionarymelody]

Would you believe I already have then?

[stealsyourduelist]

Well, you seem to have charmed the others in this base at the very least. That is why you decided to do this, isn't it?

[He still has the invitation, in all of its blue glitter pen majesty.]

But do tell, if there is more to it.

[beguiledcard]

[ He will be clapping after it's over, a small smile on his lips as he nods to her. It should be clear he's genuinely impressed. ]

That was incredible.

[ For a moment, there's a brightness to his expression. This... kind of served as a much-needed distraction from the overall situation. ]

[illusionarymelody]

I picked the first song especially for you since I thought you'd like to hear one of Leon's favorites. I mean, Loewe, sorry. I always called him Leon and he never cared what short forms of his name people used.

[beguiledcard]

I appreciate getting to hear it, yeah. [ a beat ] Leon... [ tilting his head to the side a bit ] As in, short for Leonhardt?

[ There's a thoughtful hum. ]

Heh... He never struck me as the "nickname" kind of guy. [ hmmmm ] But, then, I did only know him for a short while.

[illusionarymelody]

He wasn't one. It was more he didn't care what anyone called him. Truly, I'd say I barely even knew him because he was always so distant.