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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 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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---B1
[So it's a crummy little back water dive in the middle of a bunch of twisted alleys that looked depressingly like they might had been streets until people decided to throw up temporary shelters that gradually became permeate. There had been a bar fight going on, but as the air solidified and glass hung in the air, the man that had just broken a flying bottle with his fist made a face as he stood up from his crouch.]

Please tell me that this is not going to turn into another time wrap misadventure involving Decade.

[Even as he talks, he twists his hand, making it crack loudly like it was something more of metal then flesh and bone.]

---B2
[Joji doesn't care about the politics or the reasoning behind this. All he was interested was in the level of tech in this world and just what they used in order to capture so many people. It can't be just with one mechanism; Dai-Shocker had several scenarios in play for their recruitment so it wouldn't come as a shock that they used the same number. The equipment might be around the same level as well, though he wondered if they had used some kind of bio-chip or if they had something a lot more sinister in play.

But while people talked and asked questions, he was busy studying the science and making copies of as much as he could using the strange greenish glowing screens that seemed almost attached to him as his arm - which also sometimes would glow green. Weird.

He also discovered a cache of paperclips and was building tiny paperclip soldiers that seemed rather alive, though a bit clumsy as they stumbled around the table and kept on attacking a box of cereal.]

Well. It's been a while since he's seen this particular snowy landscape - not since the first round of weird dreams. J met Sans here, or somewhere close to it - somehow, he isn't surprised to see another skeleton here. The skeleton's tune is incredible, though - loud and bombastic and thankfully intact, which means he's not a brainwashed kidnappee.

He offers the skeleton a grin. "Nice place, huh?"

What an increasingly strange dream. Running into an unfamiliar human, in this place, back so long before any humans stepped foot down here... And without even the full gamut of puzzles to lead him through. If only for the fun of showing them off, and the fun of seeing another person try to solve them. It was a good way to make friends, he'd found.

"It is, but normally it's a little more presentable than this!" Papyrus attempts to smile back, but he's more than half to scowling at their surroundings. "Honestly. Half of the puzzles aren't even here, and as usual, my brother's nowhere to be found."

[Sans looks at J sharply, surprised by the new presence, but only at first. Something about the voice, the questions, the nickname - strikes him as familiar. Is it a dream he's had before? Maybe so.

He lays a finger on some kind of potion bottle, rocking it back and forth gently.]

Kind of lost my taste for the white collar environment, I guess.

[He dumps it on the floor. Good thing he's wearing a labcoat with all this splash back! Safety first, kids.]

Why the ship wreckage is lying around in this dream, Amesthyst doesn't know, but she'll roll with it.

A purple-colored police officer comes strolling up to Greg and looks him, the van, and the wreckage up and down, shaking their head in disapproval. "Tsk. Tsk. Hmmm. Is this your vehicle sir?" They start jotting something down on a paper pad and then rip off the sheet and slap it against Greg's chest for him to grab. "Littering and parking in a no parking zone."

A2:

Enough of Michiru's life has hinged on dreams just like this that she's aware pretty much immediately that something isn't right. It doesn't take her long to figure out what exactly is different about this one: in the others, she's always been aware of what's going on, but simply that. This is the first time that she hasn't been held hostage by visions of the past or prophecies of the future.

Interesting.

She's standing on the intersection of a street corner in the city, vaguely aware that she's near the Juuban Municipal High School, but the roads and sidewalks are both utterly vacant. This is Wrong, she knows, something here is Wrong, and after a moment's deliberation, she chooses a direction to begin walking in. Michiru has no idea who - or what - she's looking for just yet, but she knows that she'll know when she sees them.

B1:

Michiru is halfway through a song when time abruptly stops and the world fades around her. This is unnatural, and while there's little outward reaction, she can feel goosebumps on her own arms. With a put-out little frown meant to suggest more exasperation than the outright alarm she's actually feeling, she lowers the violin from her shoulder when she senses a presence behind her.

"It's polite to knock when entering someone's home," she chastises softly, but doesn't turn around just yet.

[How dare you. Reno doesn't drink cheap booze.]

You've got the wrong guy. [Reno shrugs, already tired of this conversation.] I don't truck in all that hero shit.

[He's never been in the Lifestream, but this seems like the kind of nonsense Reno would expect. Reno tilts his head, looking this kid over. Whoever he is, Reno doesn't recognise him. Thus, he must not really be important.]

Yeah? That's great. [Its not, he's lying.] Don't suppose you know a way out of here.

"And that's a lousy greeting." Two can play this game, Michiru. Two who know the rules intimately.

Haruka keeps her hands in her pockets and her expression casual, standing behind her partner in an even louder, stranger suit than normal (it's bright gold). Of all the people to end up fetching. Well, she won't complain.

She can't complain about anything and mean it when she's looking at this woman. She has all sorts of things to tell Michiru - the Solar System is in danger, the Princess is probably going to be, she wishes Michiru hadn't stopped playing that song - but they all halt just behind her lips when she's actually with her partner for the first time in a month. Michiru is here.

And just like that, the sense of being off-kilter Haruka's had since climbing onto the spaceship falls away. Like being doused in water, her head clears.

...So this is what having missed someone feels like.

Haruka's mouth is smirking, but her eyes are soft: she can't help that. "We have to go."

[Leonie's never seen the marketplace of Les Halles this empty and that immediately casts suspicion on this whole scenario. She keeps a tight grip on her gun as she carefully walks around the quiet street. Could those filthy cops have taken everyone?

One unfamiliar scent in the air causes her to turn just enough to spot some kind of small animal she's never seen before. Wearing some kind of nightgown too. She pulls her gun from its holster but she doesn't raise. Not just yet.]

His brother-

Oh. Oh.

It takes a moment for things to click, and it's not pretty when it does. J remembers the photo Frisk showed him all that time ago - this is Papyrus, Sans is his brother, and Sans doesn't remember that Papyrus exists.

Let's just avoid that conversation for now.

J shrugs easily. "Guess there's no accounting for dreams, huh. Is your brother not a fan of puzzles?"

"Papyrus!"

Upon turning, Papyrus will see a small human launching themself at him. Frisk's missed him! They've missed all their friends, but Papyrus especially keenly; before, after a certain point, he was never more than a phone call away. It made them feel a lot less alone in the Underground. He couldn't give them much advice about Vista City, but it would be nice to hear his voice.

What's this, Snowdin? They never went home, or back under. This must be one of those weird real-dreams, like where they first met Mr. Universe and ran into Sans again.

It occurs to them, somewhat belatedly, that they may want to hold their tongue about certain things.

[Boy is it a good thing J's out of range right now. He watches the bottle give in to gravity.]

No kidding.

[He looks back at Sans. There's something about the blasé fury in the skeleton's tune that he just can't get around.]

What happened?

A2

This isn't France and her gun is missing.

It takes a moment, but she manages to suppress the rising anger. Anger wouldn't help here. She needed reason. What did she know about her situation? 1) She's not in chains. 2) She was in an unfamiliar land. 3) There wasn't a single familiar face.

So she wasn't captured by guards. That's good. But she still needed answers. She stalks the peculiar surroundings carefully, ready to pounce on any threat. No one's going to get the drop on her. She worked too hard to be stopped now.

B2

The deal was set. She'll help with their rebellion, she could get weapons for hers. Supposing the tale was true, these foreigners had weapons far more advanced than her own. It would be the perfect threat to finally overthrow the King and bring justice to the people of France.

In the meantime, there was waiting. She always considered herself a patient woman but traveling to a new land in a strange ship wasn't exactly a scenario that motivated her desire to wait. She finds herself pacing about, looking for anything to distract herself. Plans to make, weapons to maintain, anything to get away from the doldrum.

Here? Beats me.

[He messes around with some more stuff on the counter, but doesn't actually break it this time. It's likely he will when he's finished, though.]

A lot of failure, so far as I can recall...and the cost that comes with it.

McFly?

[There's the stirring of recognition as they repeat the name. There's a lot of people, but a name like that at least has the benefit of standing out a bit.]

I believe so, but I haven't looked for him myself. I've been focused on other things.

[It's a mostly useless endeavor. People can't really hear her over the music, and those that can are drunk or stoned. Three of them said not to worry, it's cool, she can totally crash their bunk though so that's... nice.

Sighing, she makes her way out of the crowd, figuring enough time has passed that by now she's lost him. She'll have to think of something else, maybe watch the exits. It's odd that none of her crew have showed up in the dream yet. Luffy and Brook should certainly be here- her harbingers of social entertainment, frenetic energy and music. It blurs into indistinct noise as her focus shifts inward, the deafening roar of the crowd quiets as she steps away, anticipating a more solitary setting. But then she glances up as she nears the door, and finds someone in the shadows who she feels like she ought to know. The crowd and the music and the flashing of laser lights all comes crashing back into sharp focus as the dream reorients to the present. Her eyes widen for a moment, then she blinks in confusion.

It must be Sabo. The height, the build, the way he holds himself, the features- they're all exactly as she remembers; and really, it's only been a few days since she's seen him, so it isn't as if her memory would be lacking. But he's different, too. No scar, ridiculous jewelry, wrong fashion.

Robin makes it a point to look him in the eyes and give a little smile as she walks by, long enough to imply meaning, though she doesn't stop moving. He'll follow if he's curious, and anyway there's no point in trying to talk where one can't even hear their own thoughts.]

Can't say I've heard of it, though I never miss the opportunity to learn something new.

That I can handle. Last thing we need is for anyone to be out of commission before we even arrive.

[He rolls up his sleeves and removes an unusual amount of watches from his wrists. Ready to go.]

Marty...

[That slots a few pieces in place for Doc---he can feel the chill of dread creeping up his back. Doc starts pacing on the spot, his hands swinging to emphasize various points of distress.]

He's my best friend, though I haven't seen him in quite a while due to our temporal separation of a hundred years. But on a recent night I had a vision of the two of us in a void. And he was as you describe: an aloof rock star with no memory of our friendship.

[He drops his fist into an open palm.]

If they've got him, I'll make damn sure they come to regret this.

[The metallic grey interiors of her surroundings look like some kind of high tech laboratory or medical bay, but nothing quite matching the gem technology she is familiar with. Instead, it all looks of a human make, except far more advanced - the air is chill and various devices hang over examination beds that look like they are intended to restrain and observe humans.

They are the interior Pride laboratories, and they are a place Steven's dreams have visited many times over the last month.

He's curled up in the corner of his cell with his hands bound, unmoving despite the fact that the door to the cage is hanging open. He's too scared to get up, too scared to leave. He's afraid it will be seen as resistance, as obstinate, when it's not. All he wants is for them to stop this - he wants to give in, so it can be over - but they still won't let him go.

Even in his dreams, the shattered lines of his broken gem reflect across his entire body, adapted to his younger form. These two images don't go together, but Steven can't get his head around it. Right now, he's just waiting for it to be over.]

"Whuh?" Greg jumps, looking between the officer and the van. He could blame the officer's coloring on the weird light of the fire, but more importantly, why is he getting a ticket in a dream?

"I--no, no it's not mine, I just--it was here when I got here, officer, I swear, I..." Greg trails off, staring at the vehicle. He hadn't been paying a whole lot of attention, but it is sort of painted with MR. UNIVERSE in big letters on the side.

[Robin stares for a few moments. Of course she recognizes him, though they've never met, and she never imagined that they would. Until just now, apparently. What a strange dream.]

Firefist.

[Impulsively, she takes the hat from his head, making a show of examining it. Amazing, the level of detail ones dreams can give. The beads are slightly faded, the smiley face has some small scratches, there's a small tear around the rim. Why would her mind choose to focus on these things? Couldn't it have just been a generic hat? She gives it a spin on her fingertip, then plops it on her own head and she swears she can smell sweat.]

Good enough, I suppose. Is this your type of music?

[And what on earth might it mean to meet your captain's dead brother in a dream?]

[On one hand, jeez, dramatic much? On the other hand, Sans' tune is still skipping over something - presumably the gaps in his memory - and J can't really blame him for that.]

I meant what happened to you. Semi-charmed kind of life didn't pan out?

Well, I'm a skeleton now.

[That much is obvious.]

Part ways in real life, too. Whatever that means to you, dream guy. And apparently I'm not human and never have been. What the hell, right?

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☆RESCUER TEST DRIVE: SOMETHING ABOUT US

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Leonie Beaumort | Aviary Attorney

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