☆RESCUER TEST DRIVE: SOMETHING ABOUT US

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☆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

Comments

[4thdimensional]

[Even now, even when Marty can't remember a damn thing and is living such a radically different life...he'll go out of his way for a lonely old man. It's enough to make Doc glow with pride and harden his resolve to save his friend.]

Well it's a step above the backyard burger joint behind my garage...

[He remembers those greasebag runs fondly, but this is still nice. He steps inside, removes his hat, and grins. He's surprised that no one else is giving him much of a side-eye. ]

Is there anything else I can answer for you, or...perhaps you could tell me about your career? Astoundingly, I must be the one person who hasn't had the chance to follow your rise to fame.

[radiant_bloom]

She grinned and hid it behind her back. "Maaaaaaybe. Or maybe you're just dreaming it, Sora!"

[radiant_bloom]

"And like Sora!" she said happily.

[consocius]

[The same face? He has to think about that, he'd never noticed it about Roxas before, but now that he mentioned it... Again, it somehow makes sense.]

Because of me... [He repeats it, considers it, looks vaguely startled by it.] Because you were all a part of my heart?

[He shakes his head a bit, going back to the memories thing.] Wait, if the memories I have aren't real... There's no Vista City? No Flashstep? No.... [His voice catches. It hurts to consider.] ...No Jamie?

[consocius]

"Hey!" He's laughing again, even as he tries to peer around her to catch a glimpse of the charm again. "I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming all of it. It's a good dream, though."

[radiant_bloom]

"Pretty close to the best dream!" she said with a grin. "Okay, hold out your hand and close your eyes."

[consocius]

Close his eyes, too? "Uh.. Okay..." He does it without really much thought, holding his hand out as well.

"You better not be tying my shoes together or anything," he jokes.

[radiant_bloom]

"Nah, We'll save that for Riku," she teased. She clapped her hand into his, the charm between their palms. She closed her fingers over his hand. "So, if you want to see the charm," she teased, "you have to let go of my hand. There is a right answer," she hinted.

[panspermia]

Greg stares, at a loss for words. He doesn't understand what she means. She might be being vague on purpose, but he just has no context. "H...hey. Don't worry about it. I mean..." He looks around at the wreckage. "No one around here's gonna blame you for anything."

[panspermia]

Visiting... that's... that's better than what they've got, sure, desperate for the barest moments together. It's not what he wanted, but he knows, somehow, that's how it's got to be. Figures.

He sighs through his teeth at her last comment. "Trust me, I've asked. He's about as lost as me." Moreso, even.

[snapcrackleburn]

He's- [ He starts to hesitate but remembers just how odd this entire conversation is. A ghost isn't a far cry from what they're dealing with. ] Baryl was a musician who passed away- I believe one or both labels was responsible for his death and the death of his band. Some Pride musicians, including myself, helped him set his friend free from some sort of trap where Santiago had the spirit imprisoned. Baryl told us that he and the rest of his band have been trying to help us all remember our "true selves."

I for one have been convinced. Between what Baryl revealed, my memories, and what Riza told me I know I'm not really a musician from this world. I don't remember everything, I'm not sure what this place is or what rank I am. [ He holds his hands up to point up and down the halls of the military base. ] But I know Pride is holding us captive and I trust Riza.

[prince_the_ripper]

[ Exactly. \ o / ]

[ He listens with his head canted to the side. Hmm. Even if Boss wasn't really the Don's son (or so they said), of course he wouldn't say that when introducing himself. It's impossible to gauge how much he remembers, or -- what time he's from like this. Might as well just try to help him out a bit, since he doubts this "meeting" is going to last long. ]

[ Also, he's going to steal that piece of steak right off his plate. ]

The 10th what?

[ Vongola, do you remember that name? ]

[hypnotised]

"Really? I quite like the noise," Sarah says, trying to offer a friendly smile. It always made her think of UNIT - all you'd need would be one shambling horror spotted in the countryside, and the whole place would sound like a box of grasshoppers. Her smile becomes more uncomfortable when she's recognised - just as she's trying to recall what planet she's seen her on, chewing on her finger awkwardly, she heard the 'stray' comment and hardens.

"I'm not a 'stray', I'm a human being!" She rolls her eyes. "Is that how he talks about me when I'm not around? I hate it when he calls me a 'primitive', or a 'creature', or that way he looks at me sometimes with his big eyes like I belong in a zoo. And what are you on about with dogs?" She straightens, thinking aloud - "You must have seen me talking to that nice dog when he dropped me. You were watching. You must be a Time Lord!" That would explain that - timey sort of feeling she gave off, the same one she'd noticed with the Doctor, sometimes, and with Kan'po-Cho-je. "Although I suppose you could be from Aberdeen. Are you?"

[iwantmythief]

"No. It's what I call you!" She lets off another judgemental sniff. "After all that, and you don't recognize me?" She looks down at her tattered dress, "I'm even still in blue! I mean the dog he gave you. Oh, what was he called? K-9!" She laughs then, processing that she was called a Time Lord. "Well, I am from Gallifrey, but I am not a Time Lord." She folds her arms as if insulted, but she's smiling. She really couldn't really dislike being mistaken for a Time Lord, even though her mastery of time is far more direct than the peoples' that made her.

[hypnotised]

"Well, don't!" Sarah says. "I know it's difficult for people who aren't human, because you think differently - but I'm a person too, and I think you ought to treat me like one. I'm Sarah."

This woman's attitude was really getting on her nerves - though, she thought, it was all well and good getting on her high horse about this when she was the one who couldn't remember her.

"And I've got no idea what you're talking about - the Doctor never gave me a dog called Canine, or Fido, or anything at all." Of course he'd call a dog 'Canine' - he'd probably have named her 'Homo sapiens' if it had been anything to do with him. Or Fido.

"Still wearing blue..." she says, looking at her appraisingly. But it's no good. "I'm sorry, I just can't think of anything. How do I know you?"

[iwantmythief]

She starts making the whirring, grinding sound of the TARDIS again with a knowing smile. It isn't just vocal chords making the sound, but her spirit, if you could call it that.

"Though I do think this may be the first time you've considered me a person." All-in-all Sarah is one of the Doctor's companions she's more fond of, and so, like the Doctor was prone to do, she wanted to coax Sarah into figuring it out for herself.

[variaboss]

Try to take food from him. Just try it. This might be a dream, but woe to anyone that tries to take food from him, even if he's not actually eating it yet.

So he's going to grab the kid's arm and hold it. It's not anything like his usual strength at all. In fact...he feels...normal. Like a normal person.]

The 10th Vongola, you little shit. The fucking King of the mafia underworld. It's going to be me.

[prince_the_ripper]

[ Well, he's evidently maintained his speed, because Bel definitely wasn't waiting for him to grab him. His smile fades for a moment, almost disappointed, and he doesn't try to free himself, though he's not dropping that piece of steak stuck on one of his knife either. Just like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. ]

Very good. What's the name of your squad?

[ Ah, that conviction. Could it be he doesn't know? Or perhaps just doesn't remember? Eh, either way, Belphegor isn't going to be the one to tell Xanxus he's going to lose the Sky battle. He'll leave such suicidal tasks to Squalo, thanks. ]

[variaboss]

[ He doesn't let go. Instead, he's going to be the bravest jackass in the world and lean down to bite the steak from off that knife. You know, like this shit couldn't just slice him up like confetti. ]

Don't patronize me, trash. And the name of my Squad... its... [ he sees it again. That flag that's been in his memory. He feels the nostalgia when that fan he met had used the word Varia. ] the Varia, I think. But we'll be the Vongola 10th soon enough.

[hypnotised]

"Oh, oh, something blue - " Sarah groans to herself, flinging her arms and pacing in irritation. "I wish you'd stop trying to take me on a ride - "

And suddenly, her eyes widen.

"You're the TARDIS!" she gasps. She runs up to her, amazed. "How was I supposed to recognise you! I didn't even know you could talk! And you're all different, and - and you aren't even wearing the same shade of blue!"

She blinks and glances down. This was completely ridiculous. But she'd seen the Doctor change his form before - why not the TARDIS? And what sealed it was the sound; she could feel time itself stretching and rippling to make it, the same way you could feel a bass drum with your lungs.

"But I don't understand! How do I get inside you?" she says, and immediately blushes scarlet.

[iwantmythief]

She raises a brow at that question, laughing a bit, "You don't. I was taken out of my chassis and shoved in this one. It was rather rude, really. Type 40's like myself aren't designed for speech. Foolish Time Lords rarely even realized that we are sapient!"

She shakes her head gently, "We met a TARDIS that normally takes a human form, but you would have to ask her that question. Something about this universe had limited me somehow, otherwise, hm. Well. I'm not meant to be in a human body. If not for the effects of this universe I will not be able to remain as I am. Would? Tenses are a strange thing. How do you all use them so easily?"

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.

[riveres]

"I remember... I saw you." He was going to escape the Earth, but also because of a real desire to help.

"...I don't know what happened."

[hypnotised]

"You're in a chassis," Sarah repeats, glad the TARDIS hadn't taken offence to what she'd said earlier. "Look, I'm sorry, but I've never - I mean, I didn't realise you were a living thing at all."

Her eyes flicker as she remembers Hilda Winters, sneering at her while she explained to her that poor old K-1 was a thinking being - Miss Smith, this is absurd. I think you must be the sort of girl that gives motor cars pet names.

"I hope I never did anything, or said anything, or tracked my dirty shoes through you, or hit you, or... I thought you were just a sort of very clever car," she says.

Hit you, she thinks, making a mental leap and ending up somewhere she doesn't like. Something comes over her; she purses her mouth, tilts her head, and moves closer.

"I think I need to have a word with you," she begins, voice soft and sympathetic. "Because I don't think the Doctor realised you're a person either. I've seen the way he treats you sometimes. How when you don't go where he wants he kicks you, and calls you names. And sometimes, he goes over to the console and he's all -" she vaguely imitates the deep, mannered voice of the Bohemian, and mimes the particular sort of way he'd stalk over the console and caress its knobs - "yeees, yeeees, old girl - I mean, you don't have to put up with that treatment when all you're trying to do is work! I'm a feminist, and that's what I believe. You should leave him on a volcano for a few hours and run off, and he'd come with his floppy hat in his hand to beg for you back."

[hypnotised]

Sarah knows, with dream logic, that this is him. She had decided back when the Dandy lay poisoned and broken on the floor of his laboratory that the Doctor's appearance doesn't matter to her; on a few of the Bohemian's melodramatic days, when he'd been lying about bundled up in his scarf insisting his body was just one of many temporary vessels and it only had aesthetic significance in her limited and superficial human mind, she'd told him what he wanted to hear, which was that he looked lovely and he would always look lovely, whatever he looked like. But even so, she can't help feeling a pang of grief.

"You look so young," she says, throat shaking. "You look about my age!"

She has to quietly lower her eyes and allow herself a moment to think of the Bohemian's wild grin and explosive eyes and dark voice, and fold it up, and put it away. She'd miss him. But it was good to see him again. You had to understand him as he was; you couldn't be too sentimental. She wouldn't be. She wouldn't...

"You've forgotten me," she says, and her vision wobbles with tears. She screws up her face; her voice comes out tiny, but there's nothing she can do to keep them back. "You've forgotten me and the last thing you did was promise me you'd never forget me, and you've forgotten me!"