☆RESCUER TEST DRIVE: SOMETHING ABOUT US

[interdimanagers]

☆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.

☆HELPFUL INFO

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► Reserves open on February 27th at 12:01AM EDT
► Applications open on March 4th at 12:01AM EDT

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Terrance Ward | Marvel Comics | Already in game | A1

[traumatizing]

In the heart of Stamford, CT, there's a military base. Grey and dismal and far more heavily secured than one might expect just for training soldiers. Both from outside threats, and those within.

There's a lot around for those who want to explore, or there would be if it didn't seem inevitable that anyone else would end up in one of the training rooms. It's a huge, empty metal box of a room with an observation deck. It's familiar to Terry, enough that the emptiness of the camp feels wrong, but also enough that he doesn't want to be here.

Instead of the tattoos and piercings and the clothes, Terry's here in his training gear, heaving a heavy sigh as he paces back and forth on the deck. Wanting free of this place, but feeling unable to leave all the same. Not that he's tried- he just knows. This is where he has to be, like it or not.

Sarah Jane Smith | Doctor Who (1963 series, Season 14)

[hypnotised]

A2

She's got that wonderful, peppery, Saturday-teatime-just-as-the-days-begin-to-get-shorter feeling in her stomach again. It feels like back just after the summer of 1976, when that heatwave had finally broken into a sudden storm - so much rain it was like the windows were exploding.

She knows exactly that it means. She's humming as she heads down the path and through the gate and sees it, standing at the end of the road; as far away as it is, it seems to her as big as a towering gothic castle. Things are usually the wrong size in dreams, especially things that are complicated sizes to start with.

She knocks, three times, cutely, and stands with her hands behind her back, waiting for him to get a move on and let her in before she dies of old age. When he doesn't answer, she tries again; she looks for her key, but she can't seem to remember where she put it.

"Look at this!" she announces to herself, with giggly annoyance. "He says he's coming back for me, and then he goes and locks me out!"

Then she begins to realise someone must have been around to hear her.

The hedges behind the garden wall seem fleshy; the tarmac on the road as dry as an alien mine; she shivers in her jacket with fear, but it seems safe and funny, the kind she likes.

"Who's there?" she asks, grinning at her own silliness, leaning against the TARDIS coyly. "Give me a leg-up, would you? Maybe I can get up the drainpipe."

If only there was a drainpipe, instead of just a stupid little light... She thinks that if he shows up now, she'd punch his stupid little light out.

B2

All she can see is her own reflection against the window opening onto the stars, stars she never thought she'd see this way again. Even from up here, all the fear and wonder they promise her sinks into her bones.

"You never know, maybe I'm down there, orbiting round one of those stars," she says. "I'm still not sure where I went or what order I did it all in. But this - this spaceship!" She walks, pointedly, over to a wall, and shoves on it with her elbow. Nothing wobbles. "It's so luxurious! I feel like I'm being taken in a limousine!"

A2

[trustme]

"Excuse me?" A much older (though he doesn't know it) Doctor comes wandering her way from around the other side of the garden wall. He thought he saw a familiar blue box and it appears he has company again. That seems to be a reoccurring thing in his latest visions of the TARDIS. All sorts of people, not always human, either in the box with him or running towards the box to safety or to take him down. He'll gladly take this dream with an ordinary looking young lady over the one with the alien soldiers shooting at him.

"Hello," he gives her a more proper greeting once he's clear of the hedges from the garden. With a better look at her he feels a twinge of familiarity or nostalgia tug at him. "Have we met? I feel as though we've met." It's becoming easier to recognize that feeling between visions. He raises a finger, and opens his mouth, hoping her name will spill out instinctively. It doesn't come to him just yet. "Oh. Virgo programming. Has me tongue tied again," he grumbles.

Osamu Dazai | Bungou Stray Dogs

[ninjou]

[ooc; taken from ch. 19, please also read the content warning post in his journal. also SPOILERS FOR THE ANIME.]

A2
[Funny thing about this is that even if he cares Dazai is making a grand show of not caring. He looks relaxed as can be as things unfold around him, his protégé--okay, his responsibility, let's not go too too far--is sitting right there, legs stripes and teeth bared, ready to fight. He's spilled some secrets (how clever!) to this kid, so he's just waiting... watching...

He doesn't expect what happens next, a replay of the annoying sort, the kid impaled by something dark and equally toothy, but filled with (annoyingly) oppressive malice.

Unlike some, Osamu Dazai is buying into this being a dream. Not a nightmare, no, but a very strange remembrance of an occurrence, the opposite of a coincidence. It's proof that he's not in Kansas anymore, so to speak, but not proof that he isn't in someone else's clutches.]

Whoever's responsible, you can stop the game now! I'm totally convinced.

B1

[A bargain. It's not a compromise, but an inescapable situation. What's troublesome is that it's taking him away from the important task of not letting people die on his watch, but they're capable enough, and if this is some little joke or he's stuck with an Ability he's not seen before--likely, always--he's going to have a tiny bit of hell to pay when he gets back. Nothing he can't handle, but that group he works with, they're a bunch of scamps, to be sure.

He looks gently dubious, but calmer than anyone you've ever seen, with this oddly placid smile...]

I don't see what's in it for me, but if I don't have a choice, and I can't really fight you... [He puts his hands up, as though a criminal caught.] ...I think we're down to rock, paper, scissors, aren't we?

A2

[tinymsnightmare]

But who says this is just a game~?

[Barely five feet tall and maybe ninety pounds wet, the little girl in white hopped up onto a table that maybe wasn't there a minute ago, and crossed her legs. There was a slightly odd accent to her words, maybe British, maybe American, and like the slightly odd way she smiled, there was a hint of other about her. Like she wasn't suppose to be there.]

From what I've been told, this is not the game that mere mortals are playing.

B1

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus rests both hands on his hips and frowns at Dazai. Here the skeleton came, offering an invitation to travel to strange and distant places, to engage in daring heroics and the chance to prove himself... and what does the human do? Protest that he doesn't see the point.]

You have a choice. But the other choice is terrible! Choosing to stay at home and do nothing... when you could go be a hero? Who would do that?

[People like Papyrus' own brother. There's something about this human, with the way they're trying to wriggle out of doing anything, and distract Papyrus with games, and that perpetual, enigamatic smile... that's really reminding him of Sans. He sighs, and hides a hand behind his back.]

But, if you insist! ...Two out of three?

B1

[woomy]

But what if they come to your world and take someone you care about? Isn't that reason enough?

[ Agent 3 isn't going to force anyone to join their rescue mission, but she doesn't see how it could be completely void of interest for him. ]

A2

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Hm.

[Luci tilts her head at this weird impaling-related situation she's witnessing now, one hand in her pocket, the other fishing around in her jacket for a cigarette.]

I'm curious what you're convinced of, aside from that being a really fucked up way to die.

B1

[glorifiedtrash]

You couldn't be an easy one to just get hyped on the hero routine, could you.

[Why is Zelos recruiting. He's terrible at recruitment. But here he is! And he's got, well, a pocket full of a paperclip and some lint to offer here.]

If it really bothers you that much-- close your eyes.

[That's not fishy at all.]

B1

[alovingheart]

Alright! If that's what it takes to get you out there helping. Let's go, let's do it, I'm ready!

[She has her hands out already in the proper position for a game of rock, paper, scissors. This is no joke, this is serious business. Rescuing people who have been kidnapped is serious business, she's gonna do what she has to in order to recruit more help.]

[fiveinzero]

A2
This wasn't where he had been a moment before. It was a city, but not a familiar one. The passersby didn't seem startled by the presence of an unfamiliar man; however he'd gotten here must not have been so flashy, but--how? Actually, he blended in almost too well. Rei, for all his weird habits and his eccentric way of dressing, didn't seem out of place at all, and that in itself was a little strange.

He spent a few minutes walking around aimlessly, peeking around corners with expressions flipping between curiosity, annoyance, excitement, and just looking plain lost. Eventually, he paused, staring up the side of some tall building before returning his confused gaze to the street, and muttering to himself, "Where are we, everybody?"

B2
The spaceship was a curiosity, even if that curiosity seemed to come in a few different flavors. Rei liked poking around places; there was a reason that despite a handful of conflicting sets of interests he'd succeeded in being an investigative photographer. So he could be found any number of places, seeing what there is to see.

You may notice him talking to himself occasionally, or see the expression on his face very rapidly switch from one sentiment to another with no apparent cause. Or depending on whether you've met Shingo or Ankh, you might just be struck with the fact that this face looks familiar.

(ooc: Will match writing format to whatever you're comfortable with)

[connivingbird]

"Are you asking me?"

He wasn't sure where he was suppose to be or where he was going right now. There had been a blurry moment or two in which he was talking to someone that was a giant cat and a scrawny blond at the same time and then he was outside of the label's headquarters, standing in front of an ice cream shop that refused to let him go inside. No matter how hard he tugged and pushed on the door, it didn't open, even though for other people, the door swung wide open long enough for them to go in. He couldn't and that was making him annoyed.

Which meant that Ankh was going to sneer at whoever tried to talk to him next.

"Or do you have an invisible dog you're talking to?"

From before the Switch

[possessedbygreeed]

He almost passed him in the street without taking notice. But then it clicked like a bolt of lightning. He stopped dead, much to the dismay of the person behind him. He turned as soon as the bustling street crowd would let him, and jogged to catch up with him.

He finally caught up to that mess of hair, and grabbed him by the shoulder and whipped him around. All at once, the other pedestrians in the dream disappeared, and they were alone on an empty street.

He lowered his sunglasses to get a good look at Rei. "You're... not Ankh." Okay, this was just getting weird.

Kaito Kuroba/Kaitou Kid | Detective Conan/Magic Kaito - B1

[cloverbound]

It's late.

Very late. . . . Or early, if you're looking at it that way.

It's 2 a.m. at least, and the room is dimly-lit save for a single halo of light near a work table. There a desk lamp has been flicked on, and the silhouette of a teenager sits, bent over the surface, outlined in golden light.

There's a jewel on the desk nearby -- a large, uncut ruby about the size of a fist and probably more expensive than most people could hope to make in two lifetimes. What looks like a monocle lies next to it, the cord of the charm coiled protectively around the jewel's base.

. . . And the room, you may suddenly realize, is filled with faces.

Faces from desk level to ceiling, occupying the entirety of a wall and spilling out onto the two on either side. Faces of anyone imaginable: Old men, young women, girls, business people, teenagers . . . dark-skinned, fair, everything in between. Their eyes are blank, empty; they're masks, lined up on the wall like a gallery of horrors, all silent and staring.

The young man at the table is working on another one. His fingers are incredibly deft, carving a young woman's face out of clay, the features overlaying another's. His hair is careless; his eyes look as though he never quite gets enough sleep -- something that's all the more clear as his attention flicks to you suddenly. He tenses; every movement is like a cat's, finely honed. Blue eyes are wide, like someone caught in the act.

Very likely it's true. This is the hideout of Kaito Kuroba, master magician and wanted phantom thief 1412. Somehow you've managed to find your way in.

[angelvoice]

It certainly wasn't the scene Minmay expected to step into but then again she hadn't been incredibly well brief one what exactly to expect. She had agreed to come along herself through talk of a world abusing music, using it to enslave and corrupt rather than inspire. And she couldn't bear the thought of letting that pass without trying to help.

The first step to helping was reaching out to others to aid them. She had been skeptical, saying she had long been an ambassador in music and song more than in her ability to talk. In the end though she had agreed to give it an attempt and had been shuttled off to what was considered an appropriate time and place.

There are eyes on her before she realizes it. The sensation isn't uncomfortable beyond the tense, guilty sensation that seems to slip off of the man before her. She can't help but look similarly wide-eyed, quite literally caught in the act.

"I..."

B1

[somethingsmells]

[ This is just like his luck. Go recruit someone for us. The space captain said to him. Larry you have sales experience don't you? Go sell our noble mission to someone at our next stop. It's perfectly safe, don't worry. But of course the room Larry wandered into had to turn out to be this terrorizing scene.

Gaping mouths and eye holes stare back at him from all directions. A collection of- no doubt a serial murderer's- skinned faces of countless victims!

Kaito has good reason to go tense when the stranger in his hideout collapses on his behind and shrieks like a girl. ]

Shep! SHEP! BEAM ME UP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Phoenix Wright | Ace Attorney

[bewrightback]

A2

[Enter a grand courtroom, one that currently seems to be after hours. The lights are dimmed, and the vast space is currently every empty. The primary exception is Phoenix Wright... a man in his mid 30s, who seems to be rummaging through his briefcase at one of the stands.

But he hears something nearby. The spiky-haired lawyer perks up and glances around curiously.]

Who's there?

B2

[Phoenix is quickly feeling like this is the most surreal and unbelievable adventure of his life, and this is someone who's cross examined a robot and an orca whale within the last few months. As baffled as he still is by the situation, he is filled with concern. For Trucy, his daughter, who is lost out there. As powerless as he feels, being just a normal mortal man, he's still determined to do everything that he can to save her.

At the moment, he stands by himself looking at this reflection in one of the ship's windows. The view of space is fantastic and beyond anything he could have imagined. So this is outer space. Where no man or galactic scooter has gone before! If only Apollo were here to see this...! But thinking of Apollo also reminds him of Trucy and some unspoken truths which weigh on him, keeping him from getting too carried away with excitement.

You can catch him looking out the window with some mix of pensiveness or wonder; or you can see him tryin to explore the ship; OR you can find him right after yelping in slight pain after pinching his arm just to make sure he's not still dreaming.]

A2

[psyvampexperiment]

[A dot of violet light might glow in the witness box, and if he tracks it, he might spy a tall, pale man, sitting in the box, an e-cigarette in hand as he blows a plume of vapor into the air.]

That would be me... [He'll take another drag from the e-cigarette, looking around the courtroom before blowing out the vapor.] Are you come to prosecute me for my crimes? I might even plead guilty, knowing what I've found in my head. [He might reach up and tap his forehead with one long, graceful hand.]

B2

[somethingsmells]

[ A weary and oddly familiar voice replies to Phoenix's latest yelp after pinching himself. ]

I find that hugging myself makes the scary thought that I might die lightyears from home a lot easier to bear.

[ Apparently Larry hasn't realized exactly who he's talking to and he's making the huge assumption that the other fellow in the room is crying out in emotional pain. He's seated on the floor with his arms wrapped tight around his knees, staring out the large window at the stars. If the ship lights aren't enough to light his face, the starlight shimmers in the tears in his eyes. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. ]

A2

[magic_to_do]

[It's strange but... the courtroom is familiar somehow. In a strange dream-logic way, Trucy isn't wondering how she got there, just where she's seen it before. But those thoughts fly right out of her head when she sees him. Because she knows him. He's one of the people that keeps cropping up in those strange visions she sometimes has. Her gasp is overly dramatic, but completely genuine.]

Oh! It's you...

[She can almost remember who he is. It's so close to the front of her mind....]

Fluttershy | MLP: Friendship is Magic

[faunafriend]

A2

[ Fluttershy feels right at home in her current dream, in both a figurative and literal sense. She's out in the front yard of her humble cottage near the forest on a typical sunny afternoon. All her animal friends have been fed lunch and at the moment she's tending to her bear friend's sore back. It's not the first time the bear has had back problems and the other animals are used to the sound of his growls and roars when she stretches out his shoulders or pounds his back with her hooves.

Those unfamiliar with Fluttershy might interpret the whole scene very differently. Before them is a variety of happy animals sitting calmly in a yard while a yellow pegasus "wrestles" with an angry sounding bear twice her size. ]

B2

[ It's not exactly easy being a pony on a spaceship built for two-legged species. Fluttershy lives up to her name, almost always entering and exiting rooms bustling with fellow rescuers without speaking a word. She smiles timidly whenever her eyes meet with someone else's but the rest of the time she almost always looks worried. Unless you happen to be a species that resembles an animal from her world, it's up to you to start a conversation. ]

[rainandswallows]

[A UMA! This must be one! Man, too bad Gokudera's not here]

Heya!

[Yamamoto puts on his best smile gives her bow]

Nice to meet you!

Larry Butz | Ace Attorney

[somethingsmells]

A2

[ Wander into this dream and you'll find yourself at the counter of a fast food restaurant. The menu is no ordinary menu though; it lists a strange mix of different foods and drinks, and several services including portrait painting. Behind the register is a middle aged man in a uniform who greets you enthusiastically. ]

Welcome to LeButz how may I help you?

B2

[ Larry switches back and forth between highs and lows the entire journey on the ship. One minute he's delighting loudly over the simplest of space-age technology and the beauty of the stars, the next he's in the fetal position in a corner murmuring to himself about "dying single on an alien planet." On the plus side it seems to be easy to cheer him up when he falls into one of these ruts. On the down side it seems equally easy to accidentally remind him of the danger ahead. ]

b2

[rainandswallows]

[This guy is the most fun.

Now Yamamoto's not malicious, just easily entertained. So he's poking this guy with his sword (which is in it's practice sword mode)]

You okay down there?

Mamoru Chiba | Sailor Moon

[poseswithroses]

A2

[ Mamoru has had enough strange dreams in his time to recognize when one doesn't feel normal. Immediately the sensation that something's off has him searching his surroundings to find the cause. He finds himself walking in the public park where he and Usagi used to meet so he could walk her to school. Everything looks normal to begin with. So why does it feel like there's trouble nearby? ]

B1

[ He's deep into studying when time stops and it takes a moment but he realizes that the clock has stopped ticking. He puts his book down on the coffee table next to the couch where he was just sitting and gets up to grab the clock off the wall and check its batteries. It feels like someone is looking him and he turns towards the apartment doorway to check. ]

Hello? ...Usako?

B1

[lightthedarkness]

[The first thing she does when she sees him again is kiss him. She's been without him for months and while she knew she had to get used to it while he was off at college, this was very different. She had to spend Valentine's day ALONE because of how far away she's been from her other half, her prince.

So she's kissing him. She'll explain everything in a moment, but right now she just needs to hold him, to feel him, to remember his smell and his voice and his everything about him. She could only cling to him in her dreams but here? Here he was very real. She was home, if only for a moment, if only to bring him with her because she needed him beside her.]

Mamoru.

Yamamoto Takeshi | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!!

[rainandswallows]

A2

[This was how it started. He knew that. The dreamscape was not his. He dreamed of baseball fields, of Tsuna's house, of his father's restaurant, of the woods where he and Squalo sparred, of Nami-chu, of Italy.

Well, this might be Italy, but not the part he was familiar with]

Hello?

[Well, whatever the case, this seemed like fun]

Anyone here?

[Might as well explore]

B2

[This was the most fun Yamamoto had ever had. All of these people. They were so weird. So cool.

So much fun to mess with. He put on his dumb jock smile and just went with the flow.]

Aliens huh? Sounds like an interesting game!

Agent J | Elite Beat Agents | Rescuer

[eba02]

A2. It's been a bad day; please don't take a picture

Evidently it's time for weird dreams again. J takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as the scenery materializes around him. It's almost always the same with these: walk into someone else's dream, find a skipping, warped tune in need of help, provide as much of that help as he can before he inevitably wakes up, and find the person he met in the dream under the labels' thumb. He tries, and they never remember. It doesn't take.

It's kind of depressing.

Or maybe that's just the way life is going for him right now, and he was hoping his dreams would at least provide a respite. Oh well.

He rolls his shoulders back and quietly steels himself for whatever - whomever - he's about to find.

[ebd_starr]

There's a familiar blonde up behind him, standing looking out over the scenery for a moment. She's trying to figure out why she's there herself. Then she found it. The music was strange, not right, and it was killing her in a way. She had to find the source of it, and fix it, no matter what. She walked forward, pausing when she saw a familiar figure.

"J?"