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☆RESCUER TEST DRIVE: SOMETHING ABOUT US

☆WELCOME RESCUERS

"Daft Punk - Digital Love" (Watch on YouTube)

Welcome to Interstellar's second RESCUER TDM! A part of the Interstellar plot that first opened a couple months ago, this TDM cover the second round of recruitment for those approached 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 YOU
These 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. Rescuers that are already in game can also end up in this dreamscape, and can run into both new musicians and new rescue team recruits.

►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 TRUE
These 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.

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A2. Dreaming of the Future

[Doc's reality has been largely the same for the last few years. By daylight he enjoys his work as a smith and daily horse rides, in the evening he tends to the task of raising his new family. It's the closest to contentment that he's felt in a while, but still...still something is missing.

It's been a long time since his dreams have contained anything out of the ordinary, but tonight is a change. He hears loud, bold music, something of the type that his young friend once preferred. The landscape is neon-bright and abstract, and somehow he's not alone in this fog. Doc's never been one to let a curiosity pass him by unchecked, so someone's going to be approached by an odd-looking man in a cowboy costume tonight.]

Hello?

B1. The Pitch
[The fog again. He'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning, disturbed by the strong emotions wrapped up in what he'd seen and felt. Something was very wrong with someone he loved. Somewhere out there, the fabric of space-time was tying itself in knots again, and here he stood helpless to stop it.

Or was he? He felt a chill run up his back once more as the world around him faded to a blur. Who was that approaching him with their anachronistic fashion sense? Again, he braced himself, though his voice was a little steadier this time.]

Do you have an idea what the hell this is all about? [He makes a sweeping gesture at all this abstract strangeness. It's really been getting to him.]

B2. All aboard!
[Aboard the ship, Doc's days fade into a long blur of restless activity. When he's not drawing up a plan or pestering his new allies for information, he's pacing so quickly he might somehow burn a hole in the floor. He normally prides himself on a methodical approach, but the knowledge that his best friend is brainwashed and in very real trouble tends to trip that up.

He approaches anyone and everyone with a friendly if worried expression, idly glancing out the window as if willing the skies to pass more quickly.]

It's strange that intergalactic travel can involve absolutely mind-boggling speed yet feel so painfully sluggish.

Edited 2016-02-22 19:40 (UTC)

The situation feels familiar from the first moment Sans finds himself within it. The feeling of deja vu, the strange distance from his life in Vista...the fact that he's a skeleton again. It's all seems very similar to an experience he's had before, which in itself is a familiar feeling of nostalgia. He doesn't quite remember the first time he found himself in one of these dreams, but it's close enough.

Enough has happened in between that now, instead of baffled and only slightly put out, he is legitimately pissed off. He regards his surrounding with a feeling of disdain, like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth just by existing.

This time, there is no snow, or frosted subterranean trees. Instead, there is a vast stretch of laboratory space - a sight that is familiar yet foreign all at once. It isn't the kind of science he studied in university before dropping out, instead its of a distinctly arcane variety, like the sorts he's been gradually remembering over time. He could probably even name what a few of the devices and formulas are for. He knows what some of the mysterious looking scripts scribbled on boards and papers mean.

He just doesn't care. He doesn't want to be here. He feels like the entire place is haunted, whether or not it only exists inside his head.

There's no one else around, so he wanders for a while, in his lab coat and...somewhat misplaced slippers. When he realizes that its not really possible to find his way out, he just starts pushing things off of counters with a dull sense of amusement, much like a cat would. Will anybody react if he dumps this bottle of crap everywhere? Well, how about this one?

He manages to be pretty grim looking, even while grinning toothily the whole time. It's a talent of his, being a skeleton.

Can a lack of familiarity be familiar? Greg has the distinct feeling he ought to know this beach, like surely must have been here before, but it all comes up empty. You'd think a guy would be able to pick out a huge statue of a woman carved into the cliffside, anyway.

Maybe it's the lighting. No matter whether he's been here before or not, the greenish flames and wreckage scattered over the shore give the distinct impression of being recent rather than standard. What was probably once a beautiful view has turned eerie and unsettling, cast with an aura of things deeply important and dangerous having happened.

Greg leans his weight against the van parked on the beach--well, less parked, more with several wheels missing. It feels like that's probably symbolic, or something? He doesn't know. He's too tired to figure it out; everything about this place makes him feel unbearably tired and lost.

The death metal blasting from the van's speakers isn't helping.

[It feels a lot longer than it is. But he also can't make time go any faster, that's Zilean's domain, not his.

The best he can do is loop a small amount of time over and over and over. Not... that it would be helpful at all at this point.]

I know, right? You'd think space travel would feel faster than this.

[Doc wishes he could will it faster, or even bend time in their favor---but no, there was no room to cram a time machine on board. All he can do is give his new companion a tired smile.]

That's parallax for you. But even opening a direct portal to our destination would feel insufficient.

[To him, anyway. He presses a hand to the wall.]

Soul-harvesting through musical means. Ever heard of such a thing?

Time and space are fussy like that. [Oh time. A strange creature, indeed. Sadly he hasn't mastered it in its entirety just yet.

One of these days...]

I've heard of soul-harvesting. [He's seen Thresh plenty of times- even if he wishes he hadn't.] Never seen somebody use music for it though.

A2

[Nightmares are not strangers in Robin's mind. She's had them since she was a child. It seemed natural to her that she would.

She can't make an accurate count of how many burning islands she's skittered through, trying to keep one step ahead of Marines or pirates and the fiery destruction of their canons. She's sure the number is a lot smaller if you discount the nightmares, but probably not as much smaller as one might reasonably expect.

But Luffy helped with that. He, and the rest of the Strawhat Pirate crew helped heal the wounds in her heart that weeped devastation on island after island. Even when they were separated, and she turned for a time to the Revolutionary Army for training and companionship, knowing she'd found her place and people that love her seemed to be enough to keep the nightmares at bay.

So it is that she walks through this rotting garbage heap engulfed in flames, and finds herself surprised. Though scalding to the touch, Robin walks through them unscathed.]

My, it's been awhile. I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever see you again.

[She chuckles to herself. There's a joke there somewhere, about an old flame. Nostalgic, but not entirely welcome. A young child darts past, running deeper into the burning refuse, notable from the other people running around only because he's going towards the fire rather than away from it... and she thought she recognized his hat. Robin blinks, then gives chase, long legs carrying her lithely over the uneven heaps of trash. There are paths cut between mounds, she realizes in the periphery of her mind. The makings of an entire community. That was almost certainly a house she just passed, made haphazardly out of things found already discarded. But she must keep the child in her sights, his tattered cape or cloak whipping out behind him as he runs. He senses her, and picks up speed, growing taller, the cloak less tattered and the hat less abused, though the goggles wrapped around its rim stay the same.

Yes, Robin thinks, it must be him. A fellow Revolutionary, a leader, a friend. She's about to call out his name when he turns to look at her over his shoulder, then vanishes in a burst of napalm. Robin screams in surprise, breathing in acrid fumes that aren't entirely due to the smoke, then finds herself in the middle of a rock concert.

Confused and disoriented, she begins doing what she does best.

Seeking information.]

Excuse me, have you seen a young man wearing a top hat moving through the crowd?

B1

[The interdimensional transition seems no different from any other dream or nightmare to Robin. She'd fallen asleep when she meant to keep watch. Franky and Brook lay to either side, silent and still in their time distorted slumber. She'd worry, but it isn't as if Brook can die any more than he already has, and Franky isn't entirely human anymore, so surely he has backup systems installed just in case anything goes wrong. What's strange is the lack of sound, the leaves hanging perfectly still on their trees, the earth beneath no longer trembling as the great elephant beneath it goes about its life. An island paradise located on the back of an elephant is no stranger to tremors. Robin stands, shivering, eyes searching the darkness.]

Hello? Is someone there?

B2

[It's a lot to take in, the sheer magnitude of power, money, and technology necessary to kidnap people and brainwash them into believing they're rock stars, of all things, is daunting.

And infuriating.

How is it that those with means always somehow turn the use of those means toward new and ever changing forms of slavery? Why? If they're interdimensional beings then clearly it isn't simply a case of human nature. The concept is bigger than that, and more far reaching than she'd ever imagined.

Well. That will be a problem for other minds. Presently, Robin has a mission, and in order to accomplish what she's agreed to do, the fist thing she needs to do is find a library.]

Anyone up for a bit of exploring?

Edited 2016-02-22 22:06 (UTC)

A2

What was Marisa doing out in the middle of the magic forest like this? Well, she honestly didn't know, she didn't remember coming out here, but something about this didn't feel real. A dream? Huh, whatever.

The place looked about as dark and forboding as ever, with trees thick enough to block out the sunlight and a thick fog covering the area even in the day time. Then of course there was the odd asortment of plant life, particularly mushrooms, some big enough to almost be like trees themselves and others colored in ways no mushroom that a person not from Gensoukyo would think odd. To a stranger who got lost in this place, it would be strange and spooky, while a villager would be even more on edge here since they'd know that were probably youkai lurking near by waiting to swallow them up. To Marisa though? This was home. Of course there was a reason why Marisa usually flew when traveling around here rather than walking.

Walking rather than flying, she glanced around briefly, then stopped when she thought she saw someone also wandering into the clearing she was in.

"Say, What'cha doin' out here, ze? Ya could get eaten by a youkai wanderin' around this place, ya know~"

B1

Again, they were in the Magic Forest, but this time it was a bit closer to Marisa's house and there wasn't much chance of a youkai pouncing this time either, since time was all frozen and stuff. Marisa had been out collecting magic mushrooms, so she had a basket of them she was carrying even as she listened to the person telling her about other worlds and people being kidnapped.

"Huh. Why would they be kidnappin' people t' other worlds fer somethin' like that?" The witch asked. "Th' heck is a "Rockstar" anyway?"

B2

Once they'd convinced her to come along, which actually hadn't taken much at all, the witch took to exploring the ship as they traveled to back to where these kidnappers were. No way was she going to pass up a chance to see another world. And who knew? If these had to have some neat things for her to borrow.

Of course, that might not be her only reason...

She looked out the window at the stars streaking by. "Heh, this is pretty cool, ze~ I never traveled through space like this before."

[he is watching her from a distance. Or, more accurately, she caught his eye. He is not far away. Out of the crowds, leaning against the wall, shadowed. Taking notes in a small notebook, but he can't understand the lyrics and everything seems to be shifting. She's familiar though. Someone he knows... or remembers fuzzily. Like some distant tune and words he can't remember. Someone fairly important. But very handsy.

He doesn't approach her, though. It's not his style and he could be wrong in this uncertain place. So he'll watch and try to see what she's talking about though it's impossible to hear over the roar of the music.

doesn't it feel
like your time is running out
I will change you like a remix
I will raise you raise you raise you...]

[And here J thought the dreams would end once he actually made it to Vista City. Guess not.]

[It's a little nostalgic, showing up in a dream with Bone Man - Sans, he now knows, thanks to Frisk. What's new is the dulled fury in Sans' tune - a mixture of anger and disdain and supreme irritation, worsened by the skipping and warping that the brainwashing creates. At least the damage isn't as bad as it was last time.]

[He approaches, hands in pockets, outwardly casual. Don't want to make the situation worse right off the bat, after all.]

Not a fan of science, huh, Bone Man?

No, but will a cowboy hat do?

[He tips the orange hat politely with a giant charming grin.]

[He doesn't recognize her at all, but hey, if she recognized him, it would be impolite not to pretend he totally knew her just the same.]

[Ace logic ™]

"Youkai?" Ace just scoffs slightly. "No worries, I can handle any other demons."

It's familiar. Something about that. Wasn't he related or something... something. It's too distant.

"I've been through hell itself, after all," he says with a grin. There's something off about that joke. Was it a joke, bragging, statement of factor? It's so hazy, and he just laughs, "No but really, I can take care of myself. Thanks though! It's sweet of you to worry. Do you need any help or protection?"

[ Your friend is the culprit here! There's nothing he enjoys more than being too darn loud, making the people's ears ring with the sound of his music. What he also likes about his band is that there's...something unique about it. Sci-fi-ish, in a way? He's always had a feeling he'd like to show a friend what he's been up to, but hell if he can remember who it is. Does it matter when he's rockin' away?

When his fingers are too sore to do anything else, he sits his guitar to the side and wanders forward. Marty can hear someone calling to him. He looks up, tilting his head curiously as, well, a cowboy walks up to him. A very old cowboy (no offense buddy).

Marty probably looks like an eyesore, unless you're hard into the 80's. He's grown his mullet back, his ears are pierced, and yup. He's definitely wearing a leather jacket with those awful looking jeans. And the boots. 80's represent.

He gives Doc a look up and down, frowning lightly. ] Jesus, nobody told me it was cowboy night...

A2

[This is not her room and, in a very plain nightgown that droops near her ankles, Connie feels a flicker of fear rattle her heart. Sure, she's gone up against mutant monstrosities, but... Steven's always been there, or her parents, or somebody.]

[For a moment, in her confusion, she's only a girl of twelve.]

[(And three quarters.)]

[But then the moment passes, and she steels herself again with her shoulders straightening. Quickly, she glances around- both to get a grasp on her surroundings and to see if there's anything that can fit in her hand.]

B2

[Connie, despite all the adventures she's gone on just by knowing Steven Universe, has never been on a spaceship. Sure, she's been in the enormous wreck of a spaceship, but never on one.]

[This is a very serious mission, she tries to remind herself, clasping a sword as tall as she is to her body. Steven, and Garnet, and Mister Universe- they've all been kidnapped for horrible reasons, and it's up to her to save them.]

[...But holy shit she's on a SPACESHIP flying through TIME AND SPACE]

[One can find the young swordswoman using what appears to be a large pink lion as a stepping stool to stare out a window with shining eyes. Lion doesn't seem to care much, for he is currently asleep.]

[Yeah, great, okay. If this is some Lifestream bullshit he's gonna lose his damn mind. His life is already weird enough, he doesn't need mako poisoning or the world ending again or whatever on top of that. Do you know how hard it is rebuilding a global corporation that used to basically rule the world from nothing? It's tough and they don't have enough staff.]

[Reno wanders, looking for another person in this fucked up bullshit dreamscape, and stops when he sees someone.]

Hey. [Totally chill yo] You know what's going on here?

[Oh, fantastic! More of this nonsense. The most annoying part is it's his day off, and he was just about to retrieve a nice looking drink from the bar and now he can't because the guy pouring it got frozen and that is just fucked up.]

[Reno huffs, turning to lean on the bar and look at this visitor. He doesn't have much experience with this whole spectral anomaly visitor blah blah blah stuff, but so far it's turning out to be a major pain in the ass.]

I really hope you've got a good reason for pulling this shit on my day off.

[He has approximately zero interest in getting to know his fellow travellers. Reno's never been a people person-- that's Rude's bag, Reno can't stand people. Have you met them? The w o r s t.]

[Most of his time is spent pouring over any available information about what's ahead of them. Reading whatever's available and making notes so he can make some sense of this ludicrous situation. Evil alien music vampire wizards are kidnapping people? God what a nightmare. He half wonders if he can just "accidentally" leave Cloud behind while he's at it. That'd be nice.]

Marisa laughed at that, moving closer to the man. She'd never seen this guy before, but she wasn't going to worry about that. "Oh really? So have I."

Well, she's been to the abandoned hell before, so that counts, doesn't it? Not that the place was all that bad.

"An' it's sweet a' ya t' offer, but I can handle 'em too. Lived here fer years after all. These youkai 'er nothin' t' a witch like me." Not that she looked like she'd be able to handle demons and youkai on her own, being a short cute blond teenager in a frilly dress and a witch's hat, but looks were deceiving after all. Of course, he might just think she was kidding. Magic didn't exist, right?

"So, what brings you t' a place like this?"

Edited 2016-02-23 01:48 (UTC)

[Well, this kid has a frying pan.

Frisk isn't entirely bothered anymore at finding themself where they shouldn't be. It's nearly overwhelmingly hot here; the stone platforms tower above rivers of lava below, but aren't quite high enough to avoid the convection. There's a large metal structure off in the distance, but the only signs of civilization right here are a few conveyor belts leading off towards other rock islands.

Idly, they nudge a loose pebble off the side with their pan, watching it sploosh down into the lava below. It's only then that they glance up and notice Connie. Oh, hey, another human! Neat. They wave.]

He wasn't sure if she was kidding around or exaggerating about that or not. Hell, Ace wasn't sure if he had been, so it probably didn't matter either way.

"If you're sure," he gave her a grin, but promised himself to stick around a little just in case she needed it. If nothing else, maybe he could scare off the other demons. Or use her as bait? That was a terrible idea. He probably shouldn't try to fight everything and anything anymore just because it was there, jeez.

"Oh you know, adventure," he shrugged. It sounded right. It was what brought him anywhere, wasn't it? It still sounded weird at the same time. Too vague, but that was kind of how he lived his life, truth told. "You really live around here?" Where was here? How did even get there? Sailing? Probably. And yet it seemed weird at the same time too.

Yeah, the death metal definitely isn't helping.

But that's partially because, from across the beach, Connie has been trying to yell Greg's name for, like, five minutes.

Since her voice clearly can't beat the screams of metal heads, she goes around to the other side of the van. Clambering up into the driver's seat and with one hand pressed against an ear like that will help, she fumbles with the volume until she can hit off.

"Mister Universe!"

[As he approaches, the sound becomes clearer. It's the familiar loud rhythm of the guitar---rock. Thinking on the genre brings his thoughts right back to a memory of Marty wailing away---no. He shakes his head. Best not to reminisce too long before he loses himself.

As expected, he happens upon a rocker of the usual appearance. Boots, leather, mullet, aloof attitude. Definitely scoffing at him. Doc's about to shoot off a snippy response when his brain sorts through the odd echo of this upended reality.

He knows that voice. And whatever else is different, he knows that face. He's here with...]

Marty! [A small smile breaks across his face.] You'll have to forgive the attire, I've come straight from 1885.

[Doc's happy, right? He's missed Marty terribly, this has been his dearest wish for far too long. But there's a nagging feeling there---something isn't right.]

Yes!

[Sorry, Robin, but this is one 12 year old girl who is SO DANG HYPE.]

[Immediately after, however, her enthusiasm is shoved to the side in exchange for sheepishness, and her hands fold behind her back.]

I mean, that'd be a smart idea, although I don't think we're going to be here for very long, right?

[Doc's eyes widen. That---that's useful information.]

I got the impression that their energy is being sapped, harmlessly enough at first that the victims can keep performing, but their time will run out, won't it?

[That's the urgency pushing him on. No way in hell will he let Marty die.]

"Neither have I!" Not too far away, Connie is also admiring the view.

"I mean, I was in the ruins of a spaceship that had crashed onto a beach, and it was because of a frightening story, but... This is still amazing! It's like the kind of thing I only read about in books."

- A2 -

In all the excitement of reaching the surface, and moving out to live among the humans, it's been a while since Papyrus thought longingly of Snowdin Forest. He's spent so many hours walking the path between town and the mysterious door (to the ruins, he's since learned) that he's memorized it. So it's no surprise to see it in such detail, even in his dreams.

The strange thing, Papyrus muses as he slides through the ice tunnel, is that this isn't how the path was the last time he saw it. Some of the puzzles are still calibrated, as though Frisk never passed through them. Even the snowskeletons are missing. It's as if he and his brother's work has been deconstructed. Or, perhaps, hasn't yet been constructed in the first place.

Footsteps crackle in the snow behind him, and he turns to see who it is.

- B1 -

Papyrus feeds a coin into the parking meter with only a tiny grudging impatience. It is, after all, a very small price to pay to go driving around the city. Gas and car repairs are much bigger. It's just confusing to pay the meter, instead of a parking tax that pools into a fund for paying for parking lot repairs. The first time he hit a pot hole, his bones rattled for almost an hour afterwards.

He doesn't notice when sound dies away, and everything around him goes still. It takes the stranger's first words for him to realize how loud and clear their voice is without anything else happening.

- B2 -

There was no question whether the great Papyrus would go to rescue his brother. (Though how anybody could think Sans was a good choice for a rock star, when Papyrus or Mettaton were around, was a mystery he'd be thinking about for some time to come.)

Even if he hadn't accepted for his brother's sake, or to help his good friend, there was just something about the way the strangers contacted him that made it seem important. It was a little like that time everything went white, and when he came to, everything had been fixed. If they needed his help to make that kind of difference, well, he sure wasn't going to refuse.

So now the grinning skeleton explores the ship, getting to know its layout--and the people aboard--in antsy anticipation of getting this rescue mission started.

[Prose or action, I'll match your style!]

You're being recruited.

[And excuse you, gramps, black hoods are always in style. For, you know, cultists for most of history except the more recent bits, but listen. Shut up.]

The actual cause is going to sound ridiculous, so I'll just start off with the result first, which is that someone's disrupted space and time for imbecilic reasons, and we need every bit of help we can get to put things back in order.

[A pause.]

Also, happen to know brain surgery?

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☆RESCUER TEST DRIVE: SOMETHING ABOUT US

Emmett "Doc" Brown | Back to the Future

Sans | Undertale | Already in Game! (A1)

Greg Universe | Steven Universe | A1 (already in game)

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Nico Robin | One Piece

Marisa Kirisame | Touhou Project

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I SAID I WOULD

A2

A2 Let's try this again lol

WALKS THE HELL ON IN HERE

Connie Maheswaran - Steven Universe

Reno || Final Fantasy VII

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Papyrus | Undertale

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