conversations.from: system
conversations.value: March 1979.  Sid Vicious is dead.  The Talking Heads still share a cramped loft in the Bowery, but three weeks ago millions of Americans watched them play Saturday Night Live.  Punk has hit the big time. Punk is dead. Punk is everywhere. Punk is what you see when you walk from Greenwich Avenue to St Marks Place in half-ripped flybills, garbage-stained kicker boots, and leather-jacketed junkies on the steps leading down to dark basement flats. This is the New York of strikes, blackouts, riots, and prostitutes working Times Square. 
  
  Punk isn't just the music anymore, it isn't just an aesthetic - it is the language of a generation with no future.
  
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  *REBOOT.*
  
  Two of our players seem to have left Storium and the storyline has been stranded a bit, so I'm starting this one over.  We have two really great writers already so just looking for 2-3 more. This round will be faster paced and more heavily Challenge-based. Feel free to PM me any questions.
  
  More info:
  *East Village 1979* is meant to be a character-driven game for strong writers who want to collaboratively explore the punk and post-punk aesthetic in a realistic setting.  There's no need to be an expert, but some knowledge of the era is probably going to be useful, even if it's just in one particular area (music, culture, politics, etc).
  
  “Real” punk, the punk of the Sex Pistols and Sid Vicious, is over now at least musically, and post-punk is gaining cultural currency. The Cold War means that every child has been through a nuclear war drill, has seen what a mushroom cloud looks like and knows what an atomic bomb can do to a city. There is no internet, no mobile phones, no cable TV. There is only the midnight matinee, the fuzzy television set, the night.
  
  Things will happen. You will be there.
  
  Character types include musicians, journalists, students, poets, album collectors/groupies, part-time punks, and others.  Worth also saying that not everyone cares about the revolution. There’s room in this storium for squares as long as you’re prepared to be affected by art and anarchy.
  
  No magic, no urban fantasy. This should be so real, it hurts. For aesthetic, think: Radio On, Wim Wenders, Talking Heads, Television, Blondie, The Clash, Allan Moyle's Times Square, Jubilee, Pushead, irony, dark humour, dripping taps, peeling paint, garbage, drugs, filth, no future, punk rock!
  
  Wiki with some more info about NPCs etc is here:
  http://jaguarmoon.com/pmwiki/pmwiki.php
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: tbc
conversations.prefix: Album Collector:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: tbc
conversations.prefix: Music Journalist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: tbc
conversations.prefix: Where's the Disco?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: tbc
conversations.prefix: Post-Punk Musician:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: tbc
conversations.prefix: Part Time Punk:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: tbc
conversations.prefix: Hip Foreigner:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: tbc
conversations.prefix: High School Daytripper:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Punk threads, cheap prices.
conversations.prefix: Trash & Vaudeville:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Punk! You're a fan. You're *the biggest* fan. CBGBs? You go there every night, man. You have an autographed copy of *Marquee Moon* on the wall above your bed.
conversations.prefix: Groupie/Album Collector:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Opened in 1973 at 315 Bowery, CBGB was a famed venue of punk rock and new wave bands like the Ramones, Television, Patti Smith, Blondie, and Talking Heads. 
conversations.prefix: CBGB:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Est 1973-1975, the old converted Irish pub on East 6th Street  is known for its long history of raucous poetry slams, jam sessions and anything-goes open mikes.
conversations.prefix: Nuyorican Poets Café:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your punk pal.
conversations.prefix: Radio Reagan:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: owner of CBGB
conversations.prefix: Hilly Krystal:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: That smell isn't the sewers, it's the trash rotting on the streets.
conversations.prefix: St Marks Place:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: don't use this card - make up your own.
conversations.prefix: Create Your Own Subplot.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Punk is dead. You travel down new roads to musical freedom, although you appreciate and recognize that punk paved the way. ("New roads" usually involve synthesizers or maybe fiddles.)
conversations.prefix: Post-Punk Musician:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some people read your last article for the *The Village Voice*. Most people know you as someone who can actually pay for their coke habit.
conversations.prefix: Music Journalist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: So, you heard New York was throbbing with excitement, did you? Convinced your parents you could stay with a trusted local adult to "take in the sights", did you? 
conversations.prefix: High School Daytripper:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Apartment is a generous name for a warehouse squat, but it is rather homey for a place with a human to cockroach ratio of several thousand to one.
conversations.prefix: Radio's Apartment:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The NYPD don't like what you've been doing here.
conversations.prefix: The Fuzz:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: don't use this card - make up your own.
conversations.prefix: Add Your Own Strengths.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: don't use this card - make up your own.
conversations.prefix: Add Your Own Weaknesses.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You never really got this punk thing. Too weird. You were looking for a good disco or Chinese or something when you stumbled on this thing happening in the East Village.
conversations.prefix: Where's the Disco?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sure, your parents live on the Upper West Side (or upstate or somewhere yawn-inducingly suburban/middle-class), but punk is SO OUT THERE, SO RAW. And you can pogo! But just on the weekends.
conversations.prefix: Part-Time Punk:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're from London or somewhere where punk is faster and cooler. You think you're faster and cooler too. Other people probably dig your accent and/or can't understand anything you say.
conversations.prefix: Hip Foreigner:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You moved to New York to find some kind of future and found no future instead. Your college is kind of cool - a lot of weird looking people though.
conversations.prefix: Starving College Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You speak the truth. Your words are music in an asphalt age. You either bring grown men to tears... or write a lot of screechy verses about rats and STDs. 
conversations.prefix: Rebel Poet:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Anarchy is life. Punk will never die. The world may have gone to shite, but your three chord wonders are the hymns that keep the Church of Punk Rock alive.
conversations.prefix: Punk Musician:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Anarcho-fascist punks, itching for a fight.
conversations.prefix: Skinheads:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Radio is clearly feeling the gloom right now.
  
  You know Radio Conner, right?  Lead singer for The Blank? He never gives an interview, but if you could get one it probably would be worth something. He also seems to have an "in" at all of the greatest parties.  Wonder what his problem is today.
conversations.prefix: Console Radio.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nikki seems to have dropped the entire contents of her purse on the cafe floor.
  
  That chick looks pretty familiar actually. Isn't that Nikki Napalm? She used to be in that all girl punk band Nikki and the Nukes for like five seconds two years ago but now she writes music reviews and culture articles for *The Village Voice*. Like, *every week*. What a cool job. Maybe you should get to know her.
conversations.prefix: Help Nikki.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's a book of matches on the counter of the bar.  You never know when they might come in handy.
conversations.prefix: Book of Matches:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's a discarded newspaper on one of the empty chairs near Radio. 
  
  Might come in handy someday.
conversations.prefix: Discarded Newspaper:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone's broken a bottle of beer by the bar. Nobody's bothered to pick it up.
  
  Might come in handy someday?
conversations.prefix: Broken Bottle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Even if it's lame, maybe he'll agree to give you an interview or take his picture or something if he likes you. Or maybe you can become friends?
conversations.prefix: Get Radio to invite you along to wherever he's going today.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Written in purple in on a ripped piece of notebook paper. The name NIKKI NAPALM is written in looping letters under the number. I guess you could call her sometime?
conversations.prefix: Nikki's Phone Number:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a few smokes missing but still a decent pack left
conversations.prefix: Nearly Full Pack of Cigarettes:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You live here.  It's home, at least for now.
conversations.prefix: Your Digs:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The cool kids might call it Marz, but who cares? The beer is cheap, and no posers.
conversations.prefix: Mars Bar:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Razor's got something in his pocket and it probably isn't candy.  Kirk will probably need some help.
conversations.prefix: The Fight.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A tiny little whole in the wall, full of dirty mags, underground zines, punk poetry, comics, secret times, and high literature.
conversations.prefix: Gina's Underground Books:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Do you blame her for being suspicious in this day and age?
conversations.prefix: Gain Gina's Trust.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Various places around the East Village
conversations.prefix: Around the East Village:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The first step to being cool is *acting* cool.  You may still have a long way to go, but it's a start.
conversations.prefix: Pass for Cool. [Timothy]:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's a whole lot to discover in this place.
conversations.prefix: Books and Zines. [Frankie]:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You see what you think is one of your bandmates advertising for new musicians in one of the local zines. What exactly is (s)he playing at?
conversations.prefix: What the heck? [Flipp]:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: That's a lot of cocaine to leave lying around like that.
conversations.prefix: Unexpected Drugs. [Bet]:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: That girl is looking at you.
conversations.prefix: Junkie Girl [Bet]:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This person knows the perfect shot/story/history in the making when they see it. Knows how to capture the moment whether it’s on film or in print.    
conversations.prefix: ARTISTIC EYE:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Moderation is what your parents did, and look where it got them. If a chance for a good time, a good buzz, a good party, a good ANYTHING comes up, take it!!    
conversations.prefix: HEDONIST:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hey, if every &*%^$ with a heroin habit and a mike can get famous around here, why not you? Your monographs, books, and articles are gonna be collectors’ items, baby! Now go make it happen!
conversations.prefix: GET FAMOUS OR DIE TRYING:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know a guy. Your friend knows a guy. Or you’re friendly with the doorman. Sometimes you even know the band! But somehow you always know where to go after the show.    
conversations.prefix: After Partier:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know all the lyrics, the track lengths, the the album release orders, who plays what on which song. You know it all by heart. Your calendar is record release dates. You are first in line.    
conversations.prefix: Obsessive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You don't want to go back.
conversations.prefix: Normalcy Calling:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can talk yourself into the most exclusive of events, hottest of beds, and most private of insider information.
conversations.prefix: Way With Words:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Those golden words?  They turn to shit when you have a drink and lead to situations that are awkward, embarrassing and sometimes, dangerous.
conversations.prefix: Foot In Mouth Disease:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sure writing your music column is fun and gets you into the best parties but what you really want is time and an advance to write your novel.  Your novel about a band.  In the East Village.  In 1979.  Time is of the essence.
conversations.prefix: New York Times Best Seller:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sure, you're not familiar with life in New York City, but you've done your research; your bag is lined with maps, guides, books and CDs. 
conversations.prefix: Smart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You weren't born here, and you're new to the entire *concept* of city life. Sometimes, it gets you in a little trouble, in a place where neighborly hospitality just isn't the norm. 
conversations.prefix: Naive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You hated the quiet of the country, but you fear the city is going to eat you alive. Finding your place in the rhythm of the city is vital. 
conversations.prefix: Find Your Place:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You'll take that bet. You'll do the dare, you'll walk the line, the risks are just part of the fun. 
conversations.prefix: Gutsy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You get under people's skin, you don't mean to, (and maybe sometimes you do) but you never back down when you want something. 
conversations.prefix: Pushy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: See the sights.
  Hit the heights.
  Be somebody. 
conversations.prefix: See the Sights:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dead broke, but you've got two turntables, a TEAC C-1 cassette deck, a 150W transmitter, and a collapsible whisker antenna. You just got a cassette in the mail from some band called The Dead Kennedys.
conversations.prefix: Radio Pirate:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're good at putting broken things back together and even better at putting together two things that weren't meant to go together.
conversations.prefix: Knack for Building:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can't afford to buy fancy motorcycle jackets, taxi rides, drinks in bars, any of that shit. It's everything you can do to come up with your share of your rent. You live on generic ramen noodles and peanut butter.
conversations.prefix: Broke:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You want to help rally people around bands who haven't sold out. There are plenty of awesome bands out there: great lyrics, furious sounds. But if no one hears about them, how can they survive? Maybe you can help.
conversations.prefix: New Wave? No Wave.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got an ear for rhythms, beats, and harmonies that makes you quite the musical adept.
conversations.prefix: Musical Prowess:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Out on the streets, the drugs are numerous, vast, and easy to score. Your problem is those are some crippling facts, as you've got quite a voracious appetite for mind-altering substances 
conversations.prefix: Addiction:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: If you want your virtually unheard of band to rank alongside the big names in post-punk, you'll want to stop showing up to gigs semi-functional. The rest of your bandmates are tired of tolerating your out-of-control habits.
conversations.prefix: Keep Afloat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You partied all night, did your fair share of drugs, and now you're coming down weak and tired. You can barely function
conversations.prefix: Strung Out:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unlike most of the people that she photographs and writes about for a living, this girl actually has a real cash flow, and is smart enough to know how to get out of bed in the A.M. to keep it going.  Cash solves lots of problems, and helps one keep friends close and enemies off one's ass.
conversations.prefix: Paycheck:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're right. You know it. If only everyone would listen to you...
conversations.prefix: Voice of Reason:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People occasionally recognize you, and you have some clout
conversations.prefix: Clout:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Life is short, as are the post office and film shop hours.  If you're gonna earn your keep you can't let morons drag you down.  If it means getting mouthy--or saying nothing--to shake a waste of time, you'll do it.
conversations.prefix: No Time for Losers: