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Noodle, the band's guitarist, is seemingly dead. She was last seen falling through the skies in the "El Manana" video from Demon Days, and it's since been discovered that she was kidnapped by demons and taken to Hell afterwards. The Noodle that's around now is a not-exactly-fully-functional cyborg clone built by Murdoc, Gorillaz' Keith Richards-gone-even-more-wrong bassist, as part-musical replacement and part-bodyguard. Murdoc is being hunted down by a group of disgruntled pirates called The Black Clouds after selling them shitty weapons in a get-rich-quick scheme gone wrong. After the Clouds' destroyed the Gorillaz' previous recording studio (Kong Studios, home of the band's website for the first two albums), Murdoc decamped to Point Nemo - an island described as "the furthest point from any landmass known to man" - and set up a new base of operations to make a new album. Not that the rest of the band wanted to; drummer Russel (Who, way back during the first album, managed to conjure Del The Funkee Homosapien from his head in the "Clint Eastwood" video) and singer 2D refused to join in, but a quick kidnapping - as seen in the 2D tease - and a drum machine fixed those problems.
That would seem to be enough - It's definitely more effort than normally goes into interviews surrounding a new album - but Plastic Beach has more. Apparently, the album is named after a mysterious book containing the history of the world that Murdoc found on Point Nemo, one that also suggests that 2010 may be the mythical End of Days, giving the videos, website and other promotional efforts surrounding the music even more of a storyline to play with. Is Plastic Beach all about the apocalypse? Will the real Noodle escape from Hell (Is there still a "real Noodle"?)? We know that a pissed-off Russel seems to be headed to the island after all, will he save the day? And what do the Black Clouds really want?
That would seem to be enough - It's definitely more effort than normally goes into interviews surrounding a new album - but Plastic Beach has more. Apparently, the album is named after a mysterious book containing the history of the world that Murdoc found on Point Nemo, one that also suggests that 2010 may be the mythical End of Days, giving the videos, website and other promotional efforts surrounding the music even more of a storyline to play with. Is Plastic Beach all about the apocalypse? Will the real Noodle escape from Hell (Is there still a "real Noodle"?)? We know that a pissed-off Russel seems to be headed to the island after all, will he save the day? And what do the Black Clouds really want?
Rules
1. feel free to bring in O.C.'s, just don't make yourself Murdoc's girlfriend or some crap
2. There can only be one of each band member, not 20 2D's running around the place
3. Like I said, don't stick strictly to the Gorillaz band, feel free to bring in all kinds of different thing, the Gorillaz have collaborators, right? So what's wrong with a few crossovers. (ex. Mulder and Scully from the X Files come to investigate the strange happenings at Plastic Beach for an X File...)
4. Please, for the sake of everyone, do not make this all about angst. Yes there can be some angst, but like the Gorillaz music, keep a nice balance.
5. It's gotta keep moving, there is never a dull day in the world of Gorillaz.
2. There can only be one of each band member, not 20 2D's running around the place
3. Like I said, don't stick strictly to the Gorillaz band, feel free to bring in all kinds of different thing, the Gorillaz have collaborators, right? So what's wrong with a few crossovers. (ex. Mulder and Scully from the X Files come to investigate the strange happenings at Plastic Beach for an X File...)
4. Please, for the sake of everyone, do not make this all about angst. Yes there can be some angst, but like the Gorillaz music, keep a nice balance.
5. It's gotta keep moving, there is never a dull day in the world of Gorillaz.
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This is a beach at the very tip of Africa that was made by all of the rubbish floating around in the water...Be careful, it gets kinda crazy here
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OOC Notes
Cyborg paced the perimeter of the pink plastic beach, assault rifle in hand, loaded and ready. Her dark hair blew in the ocean breeze and her combat boots crunched as she stepped on the pieces of plastic that made up Point Nemo. This was her daily duty, securing Plastic Beach, and her nighttime shift was just about over. Her orders were simple, keep the island safe from the gang of pirates known as the Black Clouds and make sure the mysterious, gas mask wearing, bogeyman was nowhere close to the beach. A small beeping noise came from within her circuits, letting her know that her shift was over. She turned on the alarm system around the beach and proceeded inside. Once inside she would take the lift down to the blue-haired singer, 2D's, room to confirm that he was still there and had not escaped. She checked the lock, searching for any sign of somebody tampering with it. The lock was fine, just as she had left it last time. The android slung her gun over her shoulder and got back into the lift, taking it up to the study and her master, Murdoc's, secret lair. She proceeded down the steps to the lair, no less than three thousand she recalled. She didn't mind the steps, she never got tired, she just shut down, and she had traveled these steps so many times that it had no effect on her. She entered the smelly den that was filled to the brim with computer screens. She rested one of her guns against the large war table in the middle of the room and stood at attention. "Sir. I have secured the beach and 2D. What do you require of me next?" She stood poised, her metallic spine straight as a rod. Oil leaked from the bullet hole on the right side of her face as she waited for orders.
OOC Notes
Murdoc turned his head and watched his android carefully. He ran his long tongue across his chapped lips and hmmmed for a moment before pulling out a box of fag's and lighting one. After a long puff he exhaled and looked at his computer monitors, making sure everything was indeed secured. He smiled a genuine smile and turned back to his android. "Weeeeell, I'm in need of a little more rum and after that I want you to go wait in the repair room so I can fix that bullet hole in your head," he stated, his voice raspy yet smooth. Murdoc reached out with one green hand and poked at the bullet hole with disdain on his face. He wanted to murder whoever had damaged his android but they were probably already dead so he didn't bother himself with the anger just yet. "Wait, while you get my rum bring 2D into the study, I want to explain a little something to him that he might like. Or not. I couldn't care." He chuckled and waved his hand towards the Noodle-Droid, motioning for her to commence with the duties he had just given her.
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2D shivered, curled up into a seated fetal position on the corner of his bed. He couldn't move, he wouldn't move. The whale. The Whale! It would get him, he knew it would, all he had to do was move into view of the window. The blue haired singer let out a soft cry as he heard the whale bellow out something on the other side of the wall. His heart was pumping violently in his chest and he could feel the anxiety building up even more than it was. The pills. Why did his pills have to be on the other side of the room? Why couldn't he have been smart and left them on the side of the room he was so he could reach them? If he went for them, the whale would see him, think he was trying to escape and then that android thing would come guns up and aimed to shoot him down. He wasn't running, he just wanted his pills! "Stupid Murdoc, 'e should rot for wha he's doin ta me. He knows that I'm scared o' whales," 2D muttered to himself. He'd noticed he'd been doing a lot of that recently, what with no one else to talk to other than that android who was nothing like the real Noddle or Murdoc who just wanted to talk about that stupid book. 2D cried out again as the whale bumped into the wall seperating them and he knew one day it would get in and eat him. He just knew it!
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Cyborg nodded to her master. "Yessir." She began back up the many stairs. She was a good servant. Lacking in personality unless Murdoc told her otherwise. Sometimes, though, she did notice something deep within her circuits, when she saw 2D cowering in his room or when Murdoc heartlessly ordered her to kill people. She could never place a finger on it, but she could deduce that it was some kind of 'emotion' left from the bits of the real Noodle that resided within her. She approached the globe which contained Murdoc's booze in the study and grabbed the rum. Once the rum was in hand she proceeded to the lift which would take her back down to the singer's underwater room. She pulled the key from her belt and opened the heavy door. She saw 2D sitting in the fetal position and noticed the feeling mentioned earlier. She brushed it off and entered the room. She stood in front of the cowering singer and rested her hands on her hips, the rum sill in hand. "Hello, Stu. Sir would like to see you in his study. I've been sent to escort you up." She stated, a smirk playing across her robotic lips.
OOC Notes
2D stared up at the android fearfully for many seconds. He didn't understand the cyborg sometimes and he swore he never would. She smiled at the most ruthless things and she had no emotion and both terrified him. Everything has emotion, so he thought even the Noodle android should have emotion. The blue haired singer blinked his black eyes once before he looked away from the android and up at the curtainless window he knew the whale's big eye was watching from. He knew it saw the android so it knew that soon he would be visible. 2D swallowed the excess saliva that had whelled in his mouth and looked back at the cyborg, shuddering a bit less. "O-Okay. But first, can ya close me window. The...the whale will see me and it'll try to eat me blud." He paused for a moment and looked over at the prescription bottles that sat on the floor on the other side of his bed. He pointed at them and looked back at the cyborg. "Can ya get me those too?" he asked, pleading silently with his eyes. He needed those pills, needed them.
OOC Notes
Murdoc looked up at his screens again, watching the displays with somewhat of a look of peace on his face. The look made him appear younger, less rough and damaged from his 'rock'n'roll' lifestyle. His mismatched eyes moved from one monitor to another as he searched for anything that would ruin his night and cost him another restful sleep. Top right to top left and then back and forth in that order until he reached the last monitor that was watching over his master bedroom. He hardly ever slept in it, thus the reason for all the hats he'd collected over the years left on his bed in a huge unorganized pile. Murdoc pursed his lips and smacked them as his brow furrowed at something missing in the room. His very first hat, a replica of an old Nazi hat, was missing from the top of the pile. He knew he didn't have it and there was no way 2D could have taken it from there. "Faceache wouldn't even think of touching my stuff," the 44 year old bassist said as he tried to figure out a reason for his favourite hat to go missing. Eventually he gave up on it and decided he'd look for it later with the forced help of his singer and android. "You die young if you worry too much."
The bassist looked away from his monitors and decided he'd go wait for his Noodle-Droid and his singer in the study. He had no reason to remain in the lair and he was feeling quite cramped after sitting in it all day. With a groan Murdoc got up and headed to a secret lift he'd had built a while after the stairs had been finished. There was no way he was going to climb up and down three thousand stairs. "Bad for the joints," he muttered as he pressed the up button and the lift shuddered to life.
The bassist looked away from his monitors and decided he'd go wait for his Noodle-Droid and his singer in the study. He had no reason to remain in the lair and he was feeling quite cramped after sitting in it all day. With a groan Murdoc got up and headed to a secret lift he'd had built a while after the stairs had been finished. There was no way he was going to climb up and down three thousand stairs. "Bad for the joints," he muttered as he pressed the up button and the lift shuddered to life.
OOC Notes
She narrowed her eyes at the singer. Her smirk fell to a scowl, not unlike the satanic bassist's. Much about the robot-girl was similar to the bassist, she even had her own inverted cross that she wore around her neck. Her hands fell from her hips as she paused at 2D's requests. The pleading look in his eye stirred something within her again, something very small, but still there. She grimaced and walked over to the window, shutting the curtains and chucking the bottle of pills at him. "Now, come on, brainache." She snarled at him. She took the singer by the hand and began to lead him like a child back to the lift and to the study, where Murdoc stood waiting for them. When she arrived she set the rum on the desk and leaned against it, facing 2D. Her smirk had returned, the bullet wound in her head making her look even more sinister. It was a shock to most people that Murdoc hadn't built the android with big breasts. Even the way he dressed her, even though it was a bit suggestive, was not to be expected from the satanist.
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2D allowed himself to be dragged by the android, not really feeling anything toward the action. He was used to being dragged around like a ragdoll and when the android did it he felt even more natural. Noodle had dragged him around places, but with her there was always energy, life. Once in the lift he popped four pills into his mouth and dry swallowed them, sighing with relief that soon he would be rid of the anxiety that had filled him. Even as he was shoved into the study he didn't react and just walked into the room. The singer's black eyes focused on the squid and he smiled childishly and reached out with one tentative hand. He remembered the story behind the squid, it had popped out of the droid's mouth when they were coming back to Point Nemo from California. It had scared him at first but now he just liked to poke it and make it spit out ink. He chuckled as he poked at it, trying his best to ignore the sinister stare he was getting from the cyborg. 2D didn't want to have to start comparing it to the real Noodle again, it hurt his heart to do it.
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Murdoc stepped out of the lift and onto the very first stair before the opening book case. With a huff he slid it open and stepped out into the study before closing it behind him. The bassist looked from 2D to his android and smiled. His band was perfect, even without Russel and the 'real' Noodle. Murdoc's smile fell, Russel ruined everything most of the time for Murdoc. If Russel hadn't been the best drummer around, he would have kicked him out of the band years ago. Although he had heard that the drummer was on his way to Plastic Beach for some odd reason. The man shrugged and brushed it off, deciding not to worry himself with the plans of other people who weren't him, they didn't matter at all. "Alright so, before I begin this shin-dig, has anyone seen my hat?" The 44 year old shut his mouth and rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. Obviously he had to say which hat or else the whole question would moot itself. "The... the Nazi replica one. You know, the one I wear nearly everywhere. I can't seen to find the son of a bitch and it's not in my room," he further explained as he leaned against the bookcase and crossed his right left over his left. It was seriously bothering him that he couldn't find his favourite hat of all time.
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Cyborg nodded to his question, walking around the desk and reaching under it. He had been piss drunk last time he was wearing it sitting at his desk, and it had fallen off. She had placed it under the desk for safe keeping. The robot walked over to her master, the smirk still plastered to her face. She sparked a bit as she handed the hat to him. She then walked back over to her position at the desk, watching Stu carefully. His child-like antic confused her sometimes, how could somebody in their thirties still be have like a 6-year-old?
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The blue haired singer paused and watched the android bring the hat to Murdoc and instantly went back to poking the squid. His pills had finally set in and he could feel it clouding in his mind and shutting off a main skills other than speech, breathing and all other things that would keep him in constant contact with the outer world. He didn't care if Murdoc or the silly cyborg thought what he was doing was silly, he just enjoyed the face it made. Like a super scrunched up fish only instead of blowing bubbles it blew ink. Squidy, squidy, squid. Blowing ink into the jar. "Tha could be a song actually," he mumbled to himself as he jabbed at the jello feeling squid.
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The bassist took the hat gratefully and placed it atop his greasy hair that hadn't been washed in... he couldn't remember how long ago it had been. His mismatched eyes went from the cyborg to his dimwit singer and he let out a rough sigh at the actions. "Faceache, stop touchin' tha fucking squid and listen up." He didn't bother wait for the singer to stop nor did he make any movements to forcibly stop the blue haired man. Instead, he decided he'd just say his news and if 2D didn't get it, that would be too bad for the singer. "Anyways, if you're listening enough to hear me, and you better be. Tomorrow around dawn we're going to go on a trip in the sub," he stated. Murdoc pursed his lips and waited for the reaction of the only other human in the room. It would take a while and he was prepared to wait, he'd learned patience for the singer over the several years they'd been a band and since coming to Plastic Beach he decided that he would put it to the test. "Oh, and Noodle, go on down to the repair shop and wait for me to get there. That bullet hole in your face is starting to bother me." Murdoc pushed himself from the wall, grabbed the rum from on the table and opened it, taking several long drinks from it before dropping his arm to the side. "OI! BRAINACHE! You fuckin twad!"
OOC Notes
She snickered a bit at Murdoc's insults, he was right, the singer was a thick twat head. She then registered her orders. "Yessir." She said. The satanic android wondered what supplies and equipment she would have to carry on the submarine journey. but did not question her boss further. "Shall I escort 2D back to his room or ishe going to accompany us to the repairs?" She questioned. 2D had never seen Murdoc fix her before, and there was probably good reason for that.
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The singer jumped, startled and fell to the ground, staring up at Murdoc frightfully expecting some sort of abuse. When he realised the older man wasn't making any moves to his him he relaxed and watched the android as she questioned Murdoc about what the bassist was going to do with him. He didn't want to go back down to his room, is was smelly in there. Yet, he didn't want to see Murdoc fix the android, it would remind him yet again that the thing was a fake replacement. 2D liked to pretend during those times that the android was allowed to roam free that she was Noodle. It acted like Noodle sometimes and made him feel like the real wasn't gone. "A-A trip? Where? And, can I shower first? I kinda smell."
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"Hmmm. No Noodle, he won't be coming with us." Murdoc looked down at the singer and mused silently, wondering if he should let the singer shower by himself. He shrugged. "What the heck, s'not like you can escape from here what with the whale waiting in the ocean," he muttered, smirking evilly down at the singer as the blue haired 32 year old shuddered and curled more in on himself. "Noods, you go wait in the repair room and get the stuff together. I'm going to escort this twad to the shower." Murdoc picked up the singer by his too thin arm and shoved him toward the lift. "Now move it faceache, before I start dragging your stupid arse there," he threatened.
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((I might not be back tonight, maybe tomorrow. I hope I'm not screwing up anything. Hearts and Kisses.))
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((I'll wait for ya Anah. Hearts and Kisses.))
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Cyborg raised an eyebrow, Murdoc escorting 2D by himself seemed out of character for the bass player. Things that the two did that didn't match the profile she had fitted them to in her computerized mind always sent of red flags for possible imposers. She hesitated at Murdoc's orders, scanning the two with her eyes. Cyborg wasn't fully functional and she could fly off the handle at any moment.
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2D stumbled in front of the older man and qiuckly picked up his speed as he headed for the lift. He didn't want Murdoc dragging him anywhere, the 44 year old liked to make sure the singer was banged up pretty good. The blue haired man shuddered at the mere thought of the last time, he'd had bruises for weeks. The last thing he wanted was to go through it again. At least I get to shower. He smiled at the thought as he waited for Murdoc by the lift, dazing out to the smell of soap and shampoo.
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The bassist turned to look at his android and completely ignored his singer waiting for him by the elevator. He watched the Noodle replica for a few moments before he understood what was going on. She'd never seen him escort 2D himself since she was built. Murdoc chuckled, he didn't have to if he had her and he wasn't going to. But he'd done it many times before he built his personal lap dog and it wasn't anything new to him. Besides, he wasn't being nice to the singer by escorting him. If anything it pissed him off more that he had to waste his time taking care of the poor excuse of an adult. "Don't worry Noodle, I don't enjoy this one bit. This stupid arse should be able to take of his own shit but he's too fucked up in the brain. You just go on and wait for me ya hear? Or I'll shut you down for good. Game over." He gestured for her to go before walked to the lift.
He pressed the button for the doors to open and flung the singer into the small space, grimacing at the front man 'pretty boy'. "Should be able to take care of yourself," he muttered angrily at the other man before he threw one last look at his android and shut the doors.
He pressed the button for the doors to open and flung the singer into the small space, grimacing at the front man 'pretty boy'. "Should be able to take care of yourself," he muttered angrily at the other man before he threw one last look at his android and shut the doors.
OOC Notes
The singer richocheted off the back wall of the lift as the satanic bassist practically threw him into it. He didn't register the pain too much because pain equaled Murdoc. It also equaled Murdoc giving a shit about 2D so he was okay with it. The blue haired male stood behind the bassist quietly, absently thinking about nothing of importance. His thoughts just kept flickering between things he'd done while he'd lived alone in Beirut. Truth be told, he hadn't even liked living by himself. 2D wanted to go back to his band and live with friends again because he was always so lonely in his small appartment. But, he'd refused the offer to come back because he didn't want to seem desperate to go back. The 32 year old smiled a sad smile; he was happy to be back with his best mate but he wan't happy that they weren't back yet. "I hope they come back," he thought to himself, sadness gripping at him tightly.
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She watched carefully as the bassist and the singer went into the lift. She knew that 2D wanted the real Noodle back, and she knew that she wanted the real Noodle out. Out of her at least, it was really messing with her already damaged circuits. She proceeded to the repair room, just as she was ordered. There was conflict within her computerized parts, and that conflict kept on growing a tiny bit everyday. She would have to report this flaw to Murdoc when he asked he for diagnostics while repairing her.
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He anxiously tapped his hand on the wall of the round lift, itching to get out of the confined space. He didn't mind small spaces himself; the reason he spent all day down in the lair. Yet, being in one, with his singer made him very twitchy. Murdoc just wanted to turn around and bash the other man's head into the wall as some way to let out all the pent up energy. "Come on, come on," he urged the lift, watching the numbers ping as it went down to the floor between his and the main entrance. God, he would give anything for the damn thing to move faster; it was only by chance that he hadn't killed the dimwit yet. Finally, the lift stopped and Murdoc pushed 2D out into the hall with only three doors. "Y'know where it is. Go deal with your business and don't bother me anymore! Goddammit. Sleep up here if you have to," he yelled as the lift doors shut. He pressed the button for the mechanical room and began muttering to himself as the lift started to move downwards.
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2D blinked curiously at the lift for a few minutes after Murdoc had left. So, the bassist was just going to leave him there? He smiled and shrugged, at least there was no whale. Not that there ever was a whale during the night; he always had the curtains closed at night so he could rest. It had been a war to get that one ad 2D had only won by saying that a good rest kept his voice in prime shape. He knew that Murdoc didn't want his voice damaged in any way or the band would falter.
The blue haired male started down the hall toward the very last door on the left. Or the bathroom, which was surprisingly the cleanest room in the entire building. He pushed open the door to the nearly glittering white tiled bathroom and began to get ready to clean the week's filth from his skin.
The blue haired male started down the hall toward the very last door on the left. Or the bathroom, which was surprisingly the cleanest room in the entire building. He pushed open the door to the nearly glittering white tiled bathroom and began to get ready to clean the week's filth from his skin.
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She waited patiently for the satanist, her metallic arms crossed. She should have known better than to question Murdoc's judgment in the study. She was scolding herself as Murdoc would have inside of her head. What was she thinking? Of course Murdoc knows best. The satanic robot checked her internal time, estimating the amount it would take for the bassist to meet her. He had to be here any second, or so her internal timer told her.
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