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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.

☆HELPFUL INFO
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► Check out the game NAVIGATION
► Check out the MUSICIAN TDM
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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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Yes.

[Tiny and dressed in a black hooded coat, Mammon fits right in with the dark surrounding Robin and their elephant ride. They don't seem very intimidating, but the scenario, they know, must seem already off enough.]

You're being recruited, if you'll accept it. You probably should.

[On anyone else, it'd be a threat. Mammon, however, just sounds apathetic and, maybe, faintly annoyed.]

Disruption of the space-time continuum? Someone's seized control of a time machine?

[Funny, it's usually him or Marty doing the disrupting. But he's listening---he absolutely cannot allow any nefarious alterations to the timeline. As far as that other query...]

I'm a nuclear physicist by trade---biology's never been my strongest suit.

Oh, goddammit.

Mammon squeezes their eyes shut, the action hidden behind the shadows of their hood, and composes their words. "A rockstar is a very famous and influential musician. By brainwashing these people and making them play music, they're generating power that their kidnappers are leeching up. Is that clear?"

Well, time and space threatening to fall apart is a fairly good enough reason by my book.

[Mammon tilts their head back to look up at the redhead, arms crossed over their chest. See all these tears that are being spilt over his happy hour being ruined. Sorry, body, the raging alcoholic they deal with is a lot more intimidating. Your annoyance means nothing to them.]

Your cheap booze isn't going anywhere, on the other hand.

No, worse. [And as someone who knows what a nuisance time travel can be, that's saying something.] A pair of individuals have kidnapped various people across time and space, disrupting the flow of things as you might guess, and brainwashed them.

[Pity about no brain surgery experience. Damn. They'll have to keep looking. Why can't Shep put them some place decent for once?]

Sir!

[And that's Connie's first words. Or, rather, word, singular. It's kind of strange to be talking to an actual living skeleton instead of one that's, you know, the remains of someone deceased. Still, just one more fantastical thing to add to her life after getting to know Steven.]

[Besides the sword nearly as big as her strapped to her back, Connie just looks like any other practically dressed human girl.]

[...Ignore the big pink lion lounging behind her.]

Sir, please pay attention!

[How nefarious. And odd. Doc folds his arms, thinking through the implications in a blink---all right, time to investigate.]

The purpose of the brainwashing? They want slaves?

There's a elegant-looking human looking out the window of the ship, at once keeping to himself and frankly amazed at the scenery outside. The vast emptiness of space with the stars, at once far away and up close.

Of course he hasn't seen his fellow rescuers yet. (No one said Oscar was the most social person in the world.)

...Remember when I said the cause was going to sound ridiculous?

[Because that's the point they're at now. Still, might as well get it over with.]

Yes, slaves, but specifically, music slaves. That is to say, they've brainwashed everyone into thinking they've signed into music labels to become rockstars. Apparently, music generates some sort of power, and they're leeching off of it.

[...Even with that added, it still sounds ridiculous. Sigh.]

A2: [Well, this is new. She seems to be lounging on a sort of cabana boat, watching the goings on with a kind of puzzlement. A quick check of herself finds herself functioning in perfect, and surprisingly less necrotic than usual, order. And what's more, some helpful soul that was gone before she can register, has given her a martini on the rocks.]

Oh well.

[knocks it back with gusto. And then to the next dream foggy person she sees]

Yoohoo! Someone needs a refill!

[don't make her get up]

B2; [she listens carefully. Or at least as carefully as she can. Even as a cruelly and unjustly and disposed and catlike as she is, or was, perhaps, or perhaps BECAUSE of that, it's somewhat difficult to follow someone else's natterings.

But follow she does because, as always, she sees something in it for her. Harvesting souls, he said? Well if they can do it, she sees no reason why she can't do the same! And if she can do the same--

Oh hold on.

Getting an idea-!]

Yes! Brilliant, I say! Perfect! With an army of brainwashed souls I'd be virtually unstoppable! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[Record scratch.

No wait a minute.

Be more... what's the word.

Whaats the word

Civil?

No....

Deviously diplomatic. Yes that was it]

Iiif I were the sort of person to do that. Which of course, I'm not! I merely want to help these poor ah... ah... [who were they?] people... to attain freedom!

[of course! and she looks at her other... well...compatriots she supposes]

As should we all!

Edited 2016-02-23 04:34 (UTC)

Between the noise and his exhaustion, Greg failed to notice her approach at all. He jerks with surprise when the music cuts out, blinking at the child in the van. How long has she been there? For all the attention he's been paying, she could have been sat inside from the start.

"Oh. Um. Hey there. Sorry, I--you want an autograph?"

Clearly.

If they need them to perform, I'd assume they'd need to stay alive. Otherwise their... soul batteries, I guess? Would be useless at that point.

[He's pretty un-involved when it comes to all of these kidnapped people. But man, soul stealing...]

[He's right, it does sound ridiculous when phrased like that.]

But that's preposterous...

[Or is it? Doc feels an odd familiarity about his situation now that he looks at his faded surroundings. Like a voice in a dream, an image both close and far away...]

Or so I've been led to believe by my educational grounding, though I don't stick to scientific convention either.

These rock stars...their previous identities were erased?

"Wha-" A bewildered blink as her mind tries to process that, honestly, completely out of nowhere response. Even if that wasn't a completely weird thing to say, the fact that he's asking it in the middle of the old Homeworld spaceship wreck is... weird.

Almost as weird as the fact that wasn't this supposed to have been cleaned up AGES ago?

"No, I don't want an autograph." Her brow crumples together as she scoots from one seat to the other to get a better look at him. "Are you alright? Did you bump your head or something?" With how everything is, she wouldn't rule out cranial trauma, after all.

[He can join the club in "they're doing what", because god knows he's not the first. Mammon simply waits for him to come to terms with it, arms crossed and doing their best to be patient.]

Yes. As far as they're concerned, they were always raised on the planet they were kidnapped to. [A pause, and they tilt their head to the side thoughtfully.] Of course, with what I've experienced... I think there are cracks in the brainwashing. Their true memories seem to be surfacing a bit, although I couldn't tell you the rate or quality.

True, for now, but that could change...and the draining could have a number of permanent effects the longer it goes on. Not that I want to leap at this head first, but it's worrisome.

[He's tempted to do something rash once he gets there, though rationality will scrape a victory as it always does.]

[There's a light of recognition in Doc's eyes. He thinks...perhaps...]

How long is the list of victims?

The response had come out automatically, almost entirely reflexive. When unfamiliar voices called that name, it generally was for such a purpose, anyway.

He sighs with a weary grin, rubbing at his head. "Boy, wouldn't that make this easier." At this point, brain damage would be a lot easier to understand than all the complete weirdness he's gone through these last few months. "Uh, but really, no, I'm... all right."

Only then does it occur to him the way she's talking. She sounds.... expectant? Greg looks the child over again, really paying attention this time. He can't pick out how, but she's definitely familiar. "Uh... we... have we met before?"

[He jumps a little at the sudden call, and finally sees the strange stillness of everything.]

[...Almost everything.]

[The short human with the long hair, and the pink lion, seem to be speaking and breathing perfectly well. And that sword is certainly a more imposing weapon than a stick. It solidifies in his mind that, whatever is going on, this human is prepared for an adventure.]

Oh! I hear you. And I am paying attention!

...What should I be paying attention to?

I can definitely understand getting worried. Especially if they've got somebody you know.

[... Though when it comes to half the people from Zaun, well, if he never sees them again it'd be too soon.]

But if they've been useful so far they probably don't want to get rid of them.

[A good question... Mammon goes through the research they've done in their head. Coinciding with the new bands that seemed to appear at the same time...]

...50 or so, I think, but probably far more. Some musicians seem to become 'fired', but their whereabouts are unknown. We haven't figured out why yet.

[Or, at least, Gold and Silver haven't talked about it.]

Papyrus doesn't dream very often, largely because he doesn't sleep very often. Even before leaving the underground, he spent most nights awake and doing things. That hasn't changed, not with the wider variety of things to be doing in the human world. So it's with some confusion that he has no idea where he is, or what is going on.

He walks through the halls, looking for signs of how he got here, or other people, or just an exit. The strange tiled floors, the awful lighting... It's like no place he's ever seen before. Too bad he doesn't watch more science fiction. MTT's set designs are always a little flashier than this, and don't help him to recognize it.

The sudden crashing sounds are the first sign of life, and he jogs around a corner to find the culprit. It's almost not a surprise, to see Sans knocking things on the floor.

"Sans!" Papyrus throws his hands up in the air, exasperated almost beyond words. "It's bad enough you make a mess at home, but doing it in somebody else's... place! Who do you expect is going to clean this up?"

It's sure not going to be Papyrus. Not when it's bad enough that his brother leaves his literal dirty laundry around, and doesn't even follow helpful reminders to take care of it.

[ Once again Roy finds himself walking the halls of a large military building. Everywhere he looks the other men and women there are in uniform, as he is. Some of them are at desks working on papers or listening to communications through headphones, others are carrying messages or supplies around rooms and up and down the halls. Occasionally someone pauses and salutes him. ]

Why is everyone acting so formal around me?

[ He pauses to consider. Really, no one had called these soldiers to attention. What was with the saluting or the attempt to look extra busy whenever he peered into one of the rooms. ]

A tentative smile starts to cross her face when he says he hasn't hurt himself. That's good, then. She remembers how worried Steven had been about his dad getting his leg broken. He'd be heartbroken if something worse had happened.

Of course, and then Greg asks that, and the smile slips off of her face. "It's me, Connie..." Her eyes widen in shock. "Maybe you really did get amnesia from a traumatic head injury and just forgot! Or, what other things cause amnesia..." She starts to count out everything on her fingers. "There's three, and there's head injuries... Traumatic events..."

A horrified gasp. "Your hippocampus could be atrophying!"

My best friend's among them. It's painful to see him this way---he dreamed of hitting the big time, but not like this. Never like this.

[And that's what bothers him more than anything else. This was Marty's dream---an evil, horrid, corrupt version of it that had to be tearing him apart.]

But it's a terrible thing to do to anyone. We won't let it stand.

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