REBEL CONTACT

[interstellarnpcs]

SHEP

GOLD

SILVER

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SHEP

[interstellarebels]

[The spaceship captain that brought you all here, he is apparently quite used to the situation on Tera already. He is friendly, but doesn't always seem very comfortable leading anyone but himself. You can contact him over the network here.]

GOLD

[interstellarebels]

[By far the more outgoing and social of the masked music duo, Gold seems to be the musical magic specialist in the group. They like to help when they can. You can contact them over the network here.]

Communicator

[lateforkindergarten]

[ Amethyst chooses to try contacting the friendlier of the helmeted leaders, it seems like a no-brainer. ]

Hey. I have a question.

Why would one of those label CEOs watch a regular human real closely if he's not the kinda guy who causes trouble? He doesn't even know how to use a weapon! I mean... I know that they all have body guards following them but when I ran into Greg he acted like they're watching him way closer than that. Like the boss man is breathing down his neck or something!

[ Despite letting off some steam on her own earlier the thought still gets her riled up again. ]

[interstellarebels]

Oh, Greg? Probably because they are.

Nobody explained the whole music magic thing to you, huh? He's one of the best at it from the last year's captives.

[lateforkindergarten]

[ Greg is one of the best at "music magic." ]

Magic?! Greg has magic?! He's always been so freaked out about powers though! He wasn't able to do that back home!

[ No. No one explained. And even if they did she wouldn't have thought of Greg first. ]

I'm not sure Greg is going to want it. Like when he wakes up and remembers who he is I mean. Maybe he likes it now but he might not like it so much later when he's his normal self.

[interstellarebels]

I sort of figure he's already part ways there. But hey, people don't choose their talents, right? I can assure you, music magic is pretty sweet when it comes down to it.

Communicator; March 15th

[eba02]

So. Fun question. You know I hear people's Music, right?

...do people's tunes 'round here...change very often?

[interstellarebels]

Uhhh. Depends! A tune is one of those you specific things, right? Because people aren't really that static in my experience. The music you put out is an act of will, right?

[eba02]

Not really. Most people can't hear the Music, so they don't know about their tunes. An', well, people change over time, an' their tunes change with 'em, but what I've been hearin' is pretty drastic.

[Wait. Wait.]

Hang on, are you sayin' yours is an act of will?

[interstellarebels]

[There's a startled pause.]

I dunno, dude, like...I can't hear what you're hearing either. It's different for me. I only know what I put out, I mean...music ties in with emotion and thought on a fundamental level, but...

A song is a spell.

[eba02]

[How can they be talking about music and still be speaking completely different languages?]

[Also - and this is a horrifying thought - does that mean Gold's tune is dissonant at will?]

So what I'm hearin' is, if you've got music magic, you can choose what you sound like.

Communicator; March 24th; he's gonna put Gold on speed dial if this keeps up

[eba02]

What was in that powder, anyway?

March 29th: It's a few days before Gold gets back to him.

[interstellarebels]

The powder is sort of complicated to describe. Why?

GDIT Gold answer your voice mails

[eba02]

Everyone who had it - it changed their tunes, at the same time, in the same way.

Immediately, this time.

[interstellarebels]

Like I told you guys, its meant to break off some of the symbiotic connection they have with their execs. I don't really get what kind of stuff you hear, but it makes sense that it'd change a few things.

May 3rd

[eba02]

[J came prepared to leave a message; if Gold isn't answering the communicator with Silver calls, then there's pretty much a zero percent chance they'll answer it for J.]

Hey. I know I'm probably one of the last people you wanna hear from right now, an'...I get it.

But you gotta know, things aren't good right now. I dunno if you're still in Vista, but it's gettin' worse down here. They're gearin' up for their music festival or portal to the cosmos or whatever they're doin', an' the Music is bad. It's drivin' people crazy, an' it's pretty tough to deal with.

...look, Silver needs you. They're up a creek right now, they got no one to help 'em, an' they're worried about you - scared something's gonna happen to you. I know you don't wanna talk to 'em, and I know you definitely don't wanna hear this from me, but...just...talk to 'em, okay? At least let 'em know you're alright. They need something to go on right now, an' that'll help.

...yeah. I...whatever you're doin', just...don't get killed, okay? Or anythin' else. Silver ain't the only one who still needs you around.

For what it's worth, I haven't told anyone about...what happened. So, there's that.

...so yeah. Just...stay safe.

SILVER

[interstellarebels]

[Reclusive and easy to frustrate, Silver is the somewhat cranky text specialist of the masked music duo. The are not always quick to respond, and have little patience for silly requests, but they'll do what they have to do. You can contact them over the network here.]

[determinate]

Sans is a skeleton again. He's going to break people out of Virgo. Can you meet us at the warehouse?

[Sounds simple when they put it like that, doesn't it?]

[interstellarebels]

[Well, this is a surprise.]

what? no
no do not tell him where the warehouse is
major security risk

[determinate]

[Really? Well, good thing they haven't gone there yet...]

Where?

[interstellarebels]

[Phew. Jesus, this is what happens when you let children know all your secrets.]

gunna give you an address nearby
he can drop people off and some of our team can escort them the rest of the way
it'll be close but don't tell him that
we don't know if he's compromised

[oceantier]

[Gold is supposed to be the friendly one. But Lapis goes with Silver -- possibly because of the heist.]

I thought of this . . .

The heads of the labels get their energy from the musicians. The musicians, if they have abilities of their own, seem to get it from their own music.

. . . Where do you and Gold get the energy for yours?

[Yes, it's a strange question, and kind of out of the blue. But it feels like one that's important to ask nonetheless, if only to see how it's answered.]

[interstellarebels]

Promising break-dance careers.

[Said with a little bit of a sigh.]

[oceantier]

. . .

[While she admittedly didn't expect a straight answer, this one is definitely . . . crooked.]

[After a moment:]

I think . . . if dancing generated the energy, the dancers and I would have power instead of the musicians?

[interstellarebels]

I know. I was lying.

[They sound pretty tense.]

The answer is that it's a secret.