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☆RESCUER TEST DRIVE: DIGITAL LOVE
☆WELCOME RESCUERS
Welcome to Interstellar's first ever RESCUER TDM! A part of the Interstellar plot that has just opened up, this covers the entrance of those recruited by the lone space pilot Shep to join him on a mission to the planet Terra to rescue those held captive by Pride Records and Virgo Entertainment. Rescuers will not suffer any memory loss and will enter the game as they are, in contrast to the memory loss/force humanization of the musician half. Powers will be nerfed to a certain degree upon entering the game fully, but during recruitment they will remain at full power.☆A DREAM ABOUT YOUThese prompts are designed to be game canon, for both rescuers and musicians both new and already in game. For those in game, they will start occurring around New Years in the form of dreams. The dreams will be very clear while happening, but after waking, they will swiftly fade away into something barely remembered. For rescuers, these dreams will occur very shortly before they are approached by Shep or other already recruited rebels to join the rescue squad and go save the people being held captive in Vista City. Rescuers will remember these dreams as clearly as something that actually happened in real life.
Both of these prompts take place in the dreamscape, ostensibly, and the surrounding will appear as whatever fits those taking part in a scene. It can shift and change as a thread goes along, as well, and may resemble things from a captive's home, the game setting, or anything else appropriate.
►A1) FOR THE CAPTURED: The kidnapped musicians of Vista City will dream of being themselves - in a way more true than they have been for months now. They'll dream of themselves as they're meant to be, in physical form and manner of dress, and their personality will align more easily with their true nature, even as the confusing influences of their programming nag at their mind. It could alarm them, or it could feel somehow natural. Either way, their memories will still be gone, except for what they've recovered - but they feel somehow much closer to reach, like they may break through if only given the chance to dig just about deeper. They may dream of home, they may dream of Vista, but either way...when the morning comes, their memories of this experience will be all but wiped away. Including the memories of the strangers that promised that they would find them and take them home.
►A2) FOR THE RESCUERS: The dream is the first sign of something being wrong. You'll find yourself somewhere else - either a scene from your home, or someone else's, or an alien world you've never seen. In this dream, you'll find a person. Perhaps it's someone you recognize, someone you love dearly, but that doesn't remember you. Maybe it's a stranger, lost, confused, and desperate for help. Either way, you find yourself reaching out to them - but outside of this dream, you are helpless to save them. The dream will fade but stay with you in your memory, and may be a key component in you choosing to believe and join the other rescuers when they come to your door. Something has been taken, and you will take it back.☆MAKE THESE DREAMS COME TRUEThese prompts are design to be kept as game canon after acceptance, and can be used as the official story of how your character entered the game. Importantly, the technology used to enter your timeline causes massive time distortions, which means that the outcome of this scenario will stagger and replay itself multiple times before settling on an outcome. This means that after the fact, you character may remember being encountered multiple ways, or going in more than one direction, before the timeline settled on a final path.
►B1) JUST SAY YES: Soon after these dreams, rescuers will find themselves in a strange situation. Time will abruptly stop for every part of the world except for them, and fade into a ghostly vision of its former self - just in time for them to be approached by some mysterious strangers. Whether your rescuer chooses to run, fight, or talk, eventually they'll be told the truth - people of the multiverse have been captured and taken to a universe far away to be harvested for their souls...in the form of forcing them to becoming rock stars. You heard it here first, folks.
The people recruiting you will mostly be other player rescuers that have already been recruited (regardless of whether or not that's been threaded out - you can assume your guy got recruited by someone if you want to recruit OTHER people.) The pilot and owner of the space ship doing this appears to be a blue man named Shep. He's the guy that's apparently in charge of this whole thing, but he's so busy with the dimension hopping that he's kind of hard to find and talk to. He presumably recruited some of the first members personally, but things have been sort of getting more complicated since then.
►B2) INTERSTELLAR DISCO: After you've agreed to come for whatever reason - to save you lover, friend, some guy, whatever - you're be taken upon the guitar shaped spaceship to wait out the tide of the temporal distortions picking you up has caused. It's a long journey back to Vista City, and you've got plenty of new comrades to get to know. This mission could take a while, so you better get comfy. You're in for the long haul now.
NOTE: If you want to see the interior of the spaceship (or if you want to see Shep dance) watch the music video posted up top. It's going to be a fair bit bigger in Interstellar to accommodate the big crew, but the essence is there.☆HELPFUL INFO► Follow the mod plurk for updates:interstellar5555
► Check out the game NAVIGATION
► Check out the MUSICIAN TDM
► Reserves open on January 2nd at 12:01AM EDT
► Applications open on January 11th at 12:01AM EDT
marty mcfly | back to the future | to the rescue!
[ Just be careful! You don't wanna get struck by lightning-!
Right when Marty said that, a giant bolt of lightning zigzagged across the sky, engulfing the Delorean in a blinding blue light. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and hid his face in the corner of the black leather sleeve of his jacket, electricity cackling angrily in the air. Then suddenly, something pushed Marty backwards violently, like there was an explosion in midair. It sent him flying back on the damp asphalt, knocking his head against the ground. That's when things got a little weird.
This couldn't be happening. He didn't want to believe it was happening. That's what his first thoughts were when he raised his head, expecting to see the Doc there, or (god forbid, honestly) his younger mother, or someone driving past the countryside enough to see some kid passed out cold on the road. When he opens his eyes, he immediately shuts them again; something bright is flashing in his eyes, bright enough to cause a start of a headache. Marty takes the time to open them again, and...he's not in Hill Valley. Nor is he on the road, near where his house would soon be developed. Marty was surrounded by a white light.
Jesus. He wasn't dead, was he...?
Footsteps echo around him, and when he squints, Marty can barely see a figure nearby. When they stop moving, they absolutely stop. He can't see who they are, or hear them talking. Shit, are they even breathing? He squints, trying to get a better look at the figure so maybe he can determine who's just standing there, but he can't see anything. The light and the angle that they're standing at makes it absolutely impossible for him. Coincidence?
Marty swallows, and says the first name that comes to mind. ] ...Doc?
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[ He kind of liked it better when he was passed out cold, to be honest. It wasn't a pretty feeling when you woke up, but jesus, it didn't include any of this. A sudden agreement to sail on a ship to rescue rockstars or whatever, traveling through space on some spaceship that honest to god looked like a guitar. Marty honestly wasn't sure whether this was reality talking to him, or some god-awful dream because he whacked his head too hard off of something again.
Marty assumes it's real for now, because it feels like it. The anxious feeling that churns in his stomach, the sudden state of denial for just about everything that was happening so far, the burning envy because excuse you, why couldn't he be a rockstar in space? Did you even know what he wanted to be when he was out of high school?
So there you have Marty McFly, fiddling with one of the loose straps on his leather jacket, wondering what it would be like to rock out in front of aliens from every corner of the universe. How many eyes did they have? Or arms? Did some of them look like E.T? ]
...Wonder what the music's like in space. [ That thought just kind of escapes out into the open air. Either he's talking to you or to himself, take it as you will! ]
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[ Regardless of if he was actually being addressed, Sparks considers himself an expert on space-things versus normal-things (regardless of any actual qualifications). ]
Everyone 'round here seems a li'l bit... music-y, sure you'll find out afore long.
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[ Maybe there was something good about this place, if everything was going to be music-y. Music was half the bane of Marty's life, sometimes. ] I'd say that doesn't sound half bad, if we weren't in space or whatever. What are we even doin' here, if we're gonna do stuff with music?
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What, you think a transport's goin' to be the last stop? Don't tell me you hopped on here without getting briefed, kid.
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He pauses, taking a moment to rub the back of his neck. ] Well, yeah. I mean, there's something about guys stuck in space and we gotta go get 'em. What I mean's like...-
[ he can talk ]
Why us? I mean, aren't there space police?
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Present. Kinda. I mean basically. [ He nudges his own badge. ] Sparks Nevada, United Solar System Alliance and Mars-Earth Space Coalition. I'm, ah. Pretty much the only one around here though. I think.
It's eh... complicated. Dimension politics. So many realities gettin' tangled up in so many infractions, guess they're gathering up as many universe representatives as possible.
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Okay, when he meant space police he hadn't actually meant it! That's actually pretty dang cool. You lost him when you got to 'Mars-Earth Space Coalition' though. ] I'm, ah...Marty McFly. From Earth.
[ This whole entire scenario just got a whole lot weirder, to be honest. ] Do you deal with this stuff a lot, or...?
It's kinda confusing.
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Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars. I'm......... also from Earth. [ Catchphrases sort of lose their punch when someone else says it first. ] Actually just got pulled into this right after resolving a universe smush. Not my usual stuff but... I'm kinda known for it. [ He's trying not to sound smug. He's not succeeding. ]
Odds are, 's gonna get weirder. Best thing you can do is learn to roll with it.
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So you're from Earth, but you're on Mars? [ This guy had to be from the future, right? Nobody talked about life on Mars, unless you were a huge science buff or something. Living there was complete sci-fi talk. ] Universe smush? [ Don't worry about sounding smug! Marty doesn't...understand a lot of it, to be honest. ]
What do you mean when you say 'weird'?
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Then some fella with space powers started making weird copies of everybody from different realities... then some other fella with space powers started unmaking them so's there'd be only one real universe... an' I convinced him he should let those realities, y'know, keep existing...
...So yeah, that's sorta what I mean by 'weird.'
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This guy's story is an absolute clusterfuck, and Marty doesn't understand anything. Universe powers, other universe powers, other realities, jesus. if Doc was here, he would be going batshit crazy. Or, at least, he could see him going batshit crazy anyway. Marty probably looks absolutely dumbfounded, to be honest. ]
So you're tellin' me that humans have been travelin' through space for years? What year are you from?
[ He's been told there are people from the past and the future here, which is...confusing. Really, really confusing. ] 'Cause I'm from 1985. I think the first guy went to the moon like, twenty years ago or somethin'.
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Even with this kid's timeframe, Sparks just rubs briefly at a temple. He met a pirate from the 18th century and a samurai from... even further back, just today. His standards of strangeness have gotten way too skewed. ]
Year's 3015, where I left it.
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Marty's seen some weird shit before (or heard, whatever), but this kind of takes it. This guy wasn't just like, 30 years in the future. He was a thousand. While it was good to see that apparently humanity had survived that long, it was kind of weird. Maybe a little scary. Who even knew right now? This was so messed up, Marty couldn't process thoughts right. ]
...So you're from the year 3015, living on Mars, and you're also a space cop. [ If the Doc was here, he'd probably be rolling right now. ] Did I get that all right?
a2 | (not in game, just making a mess)
He chuckles just a bit. Not that being the subject of the town gossip is new...it goes back, doesn't it? Way back. How, he doesn't know, and the gap in his recollection is alarming. Suddenly he rummages in these strange new pockets for a notebook and pen that aren't there, and...damnit. He oughta see about medicating this new headache...
...which is not helped at all by the footsteps. Or the sound of someone calling for him. Another fan? Most likely. He whirls on the sound of the other voice.]
Look, kid, if you want my autograph we're straight out of luck. No pen.
awesome! i hope this is okay!
[ Doc had a reputation in Hill Valley, and in no way did it involve autographs, or fame (positive fame, anyway), or anything in the sense. There's something about the way his friend holds himself, like he has all the confidence in the world. Not that he wasn't confident before, but it's...different. Not exactly like the Doc he knows.
The lightning probably had something to do with this. Maybe it just knocked him weird for a bit? ]
No jokes, Doc. Where the hell are we? [ The white surrounding them isn't giving him a helpful answer or anything. ] I saw the Delorean get hit by lightning, and then we end up here. What's this about?
[ oh hey, he should ask this. ] ...Are you alright?
it's perfect!
How the hell do I know? I'm supposed to be playing the big bowl tonight, not the...atmospheric distortion zone.
[He scrunches his nose. Something about those words feels right. But...the kid's still acting strangely around him, like they're bandmates. That can't be right, yet he doesn't want to reject him out of hand. He gives Marty a quick once-over, then shakes his head.]
I should be asking you that question if you think following me's gonna get you anywhere.
oh awesome, thanks! same to you!
[ Something's seriously wrong here. ]
Following you? Of course I'm gonna follow you Doc, c'mon! [ Marty wants to ask something like 'what the hell is wrong with you?' but this isn't something he can help, not as far as Marty can tell. The lightning probably just scrambled something, or made him confused...or something along those lines. That's his only bet, anyway. ]
Are you tellin' me that you don't remember your time machine being struck by lightning? In midair?
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That word pulls at him, but there's nothing to pull to. Just a void he desperately scrambles to fill, ruffling his wild hair like someone else used to do.]
Time machine? You sure you're not the brain-fried one here? I wrote a song about one, but that stuff's just sci-fi malarkey. The present's what you've got, no such thing as a redo.
[But god, the things he'd do if such a thing existed...get out of this contract, maybe. Go somewhere. Anywhere. See the stars.]
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For a second, there's a kind of spark in Doc's eyes, and for a quick moment Marty was sure that the delirium snapped. Soon enough, Doc would start spurting words he didn't understand, theories and this and that, and eventually they'd find a way out of here.
But he started talking about music again, and that hope quickly faded. ]
Doc, you gotta listen to me! [ That kind of sounds familiar. ] You and me were in the year 1955, because we had to get a book from Biff. There was that big thunderstorm above us, and you were flying in the Delorean. It got struck by lightning, and...aah...[ He can't remember anything else, other than being knocked back, and a bright flash of light. ]
But who says anything about the present or redoing stuff? You wanted to find out about the future, remember? Seeing how humans evolved over time? [ This was so goddamn weird. ] You gotta remember! Snap out of it, Doc!
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[Doc tugs at the strange clothes, fighting a massive headache right about now. He doesn't know a thing this kid is talking about, but something inside feels a strange sense of loss. Like he should know.
He's trying to pretend that he's not bothered, but doubt's eating away at him now. Despite his words, he steps closer, looking lost.]
At least that's what my memory tells me, but perhaps I've over-indulged in a vice or two...
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[ Marty is more than frustrated now; not all at Doc, though. Just the circumstances, and what all has happened in literally...what, a day or two? He's hungry and he's exhausted, and he wants nothing more to return to his year and stay there. That's impossible right now, and the guy with the answers is standing right in front of him, but he can't remember anything. ] I saw you in 1955, and you helped me get to 1985. All this happened because of you, Doc! You're a scientist!
Marty looks to his friend, and he's unable to contain the hurt in his voice. ] Do you even remember me?
( ooc- do you have a plurk? i would love to add you if that would be okay! your doc is amazing! )
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Sincerity. Ha. That's a world you'll never hear at the record company.
The longer Doc stands with the boy, the more he feels that something is amiss. It's almost as if he's an ant staring at a tree, unable to see the surrounding forest. Like he's sunk underwater and picking up distorted signals from the surface. Like a...that was probably enough with the comparisons.
He answered the question, though it inexplicably hurt him to do it.]
'No' is all that I can honestly say.
[But it isn't right, is it? His arms are folded more in defeat than arrogance now, and he hangs his head, desperately wishing he knew.]
[[and ah, thank you! I'm loving this, these poor time nerds. I'm kharamagic @ plurk.]]
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As much as he would like to freak out (more than he was, honestly), that wouldn't do any good. Next idea!
Doc wasn't acting like he had been a few minutes ago with this weird 'oh kid do you want my autograph' deal, so he's going to assume that maybe, there's a piece of him that knows there's something kind of funky going on here. Marty's gotten to Doc before during dire situations, so this couldn't be any different! ]
Okay. Ah, what about back a few years ago? Like, anything relating to hanging a clock in your bathroom, maybe?
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[Why? Well...he's never felt at ease around them, like the ticking's an eternal pointer at a hole that he can hardly feel.]
This Doc of yours is either a genius or out of his mind. I've sometimes been accused of the latter, so maybe I'm a half of him.
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...And if you did, did you think of something? Like, like an invention, or a...revelation? [ He's trying super hard to remember what Doc said that night at the mall. Maybe using big words would help a scientist in need! ]
[ Doc's assumptions of himself were actually pretty funny! Marty cracked a smile, trying to keep his giggle fit to himself. ] Well, maybe. But you're awesome, Doc. You invented time travel! You even took me to the future once! [ Not saying why, because time travel was made for good! Not...the stuff he tried to do. Anyway. ]
The shit we got into was heavy, Doc. All of it!
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