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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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Thanks.

[And he holds out a set of wire cutters before he starts to use a small jeweler's pliers to tease out a couple thin, slightly transparent wires. The fingers in the robotic hand twitched and he made a slight grunt of pain as more was exposed and there, there was a show of gold in the transparent wire.]

Just snip it right above the break please.

[Robin giggles a little. She's dealt with a lot more enthusiasm than that. A single excited yell is hardly worth note by Robin's standards.]

It sounds a fair bit more complicated than justified kidnapping of someone that was kidnapped, so it doesn't hurt to be ready for anything.

[She stands, running her hands through long, black hair.]

Let's hope there's even a library to be found. It doesn't seem like this ship was designed with the thought of interdimensional travelers needing a crash course in modern society in mind.

What's your name, if I might ask?

[Robin frowns. She's encountered some interesting recruitment tactics in her time, and perpetuated some rather devilish ones herself. But this reminds her of some of her less pleasant deals. She cocks her head to the side.]

Recruited by whom?

[Strange appearance, purple skin. Perhaps this is another of the aliens.]

Are you a guide here?

[She does look to be getting up there in age. What a poor thing, still being required to work.]

[He shrugs again.]

You were last time I saw you, too. You still a wizard time scientist?

[Time to see if Sans remembers that last dream, though if the lab is a surprise and an irritant, he's betting on no. Still...]

Can't say that 'everything you know is wrong' sounds like a fun life experience.

[Sans looks back to J, actually sort of surprised at that question. After a moment, that expression eases into another somewhat biting grin. He taps at his temple with a bony click.]

Heh. Yep, still all that. Hell if I know what good it does me.

[He rests his hands against he counter, leaning on them for support, staring down.]

When did we meet, exactly? Can't quite recall...

[he follows her, because of course he has to, because that seems like an invitation more than anything. For what? Where to? Who is she and why does Sabo know her? The concert is still going but there is a hall up ahead, dark and wood paneled, that they are going down, he knows what's at the end of it even if he doesn't]

Who are you anyway? Are you with the band?

[not his. someone elses. Though she doesn't seem the type and even as he says it he knows it's wrong]

Ah... Most kinds are.

[A shrug.]

[And he is genuinely baffled.]

[She stole his hat.]

[He'll usually put his hat on girls or anyone else he's protecting err... almost intimately. But... what?]

[Has anyone ever stolen his hat?]

[Not that he can remember. Then again, there's a lot he can't remember.]

You know me.

[A blink. He'd meant it as a question, but he didn't. He knew she knew, and knew she knew he knew, but the uncertainty came in why he didn't know her.]

[No matter.]

[He gives an easy going grin.] So I guess introductions are a little redundant, huh?

What kind of music do you usually prefer?

[Well, at least he's not breaking things anymore, though is tune is still stumbling over gaps. Improvement?]

Figure there's a lot you can do with time literally on your side.

[He waves a hand dismissively.] Once upon a dream, a little while back. Not like dreams ever make any sense, right?

[Listen sister, getting up she may be, but she isn't there yet!]

Hardly! I'm more along for the ride. Though I've had better room service in a tent. And the accommodations! You would think a few rooms at least.

But oh well. One can endure many things for a little slice of advantage.

Sometimes they make too much sense.

[He can't really decide whether or not to discount this guy's presence. The whole thing sure feels like a dream, but he can't place his role there. There's no reason for him to be contacting a real person in his dreams, unless this is some kind of vision. But...he doesn't recognize this guy from anywhere besides other dreams.

So instead he just starts venting his mental process, as if hoping that throwing enough things at the wall will get something to stick.]

You know what's going on here, pal? You sure sound like you do.

[Jeez, Bone Man cottons on quick. He's hit something of an impasse here; on one hand, he can give Sans the runaround and essentially defeat the point; on the other hand, he can tell Sans what he knows and run the risk of blowing everything wide open. Just because Sans doesn't seem to remember the other dream doesn't mean he won't remember this one, and given the brainwashing factor...well, J can't afford the risk, can he.]

[So he shrugs, completely noncommittal, and evades the question.]

Question is, how much do you know about it?

[Robin stifles a smirk, and turns to meet him with a curious expression and her arms folded over her abdomen.]

I could ask you the same question, you know. But I'd rather ask another. Is your name Sabo?

[It even sounds like him. Everything is an exact match aside from... several... incongruencies.]

[Robin shakes her head.]

We've never met. But I prefer nostalgic music to... this.

[She makes a sweeping gesture. She doesn't wish to be derisive, as clearly there are plenty here who appreciate the genre currently being played. And it's possible she'd appreciate the music as well if only it were more intelligible.]

Perhaps you'd like to help me look? I believe you also consider him a brother. Sabo?

[That might have been a poor choice. At the very least, it makes Sans angry in a way he hadn't been, even before.

He turns on J suddenly, full of a fiercely aggressive kind of discontent despite ostensibly having no physical advantages here. His left eye flickers blue and gold. What is this, some kind of test? Some kind of mind probe trying to figure him out with reverse questioning? A paranoid suspicion has taken root, and now it's not clear if there's any going back.

No way, man. Not this shit. Not today.]

I'm about done having to answer questions for myself. [The words come out as a snap between unmoving teeth. They calm slightly in his next words - forced back behind the wall.] I like to take it easy, y'know? It's a bit more stress than I'd rather deal with.

So, how about you cut the shit, human?

[At first he just grins at her preference in music, but the rest...]

[His grin slides drastically, and a hand goes to his arm, to the crossed-out S in his tattoo.]

[And he takes the hat back.]

[He needs it.]

Sorry, such a person was lost a long time ago. Good luck finding the one you're looking for.

[He wants to walk away, but it's like he's glued there, just turns around, still holding his arm to the tattoo, so he leans his back against a wall near her instead.]

What... makes you think they're the same?

This would be ridiculous if it wasn't so strange.

Is he a skeleton too? "That's... a pity."

[There's not a lot in J's life to make him contemplate his own mortality. There's the occasional near miss with a car, sure, and the far less occasional alien invasion, but this...]

[Well, this is on a whole other level. Nobody has ever literally changed their tune on him before, but that's what Sans has just managed to do, tune abruptly surging into something J wasn't even aware Sans had in him, something all power and rage, made all the more terrifying by the fact that it's still warping around brainwashing damage.]

[The flickering eye doesn't help either. He's seen enough horror movies to know that crazy eyes are a good indicator that there's a bad moon on the rise.]

[He messed this up, and if there's anything behind the wizard time scientist claims, he could very well die here. It's a sobering thought.]

[He doesn't flinch; he doesn't turn away; he's not running. Instead, he very calmly and deliberately removes his sunglasses, folds them, and slides them in his breast pocket. No sudden movements; no making it worse (or at least, he's trying not to make it worse).]

Honestly, I dunno how much I can tell you. It doesn't sound like you remember the last time we talked, but this time around I don't have a guarantee.

You're an aristocrat, then? What sort of advantage do you gain from an expedition like this one?

[Maybe in the past he could have been a real physical threat here, but right now he isn't so sure - still, that hasn't stopped him from throwing his all into this stunt. It feels right, feels like something he should be able to do. He's powerful, and not in ways anyone knows to expect.

But he's also not a killer, at heart. He's looking to scare this joker, first and foremost, not blast him to dust. It seems like, at the very least, he's gotten J to take him seriously.

He almost eases up, but not quite. That implication has a bit of baggage attached.]

And what makes you think I need to forget anything, huh?

"Haruka?"

That's not a voice she had expected to hear, and when she turns around? It's certainly not an outfit she's expecting to see. The surprise registers clear on her face, before her eyes cut - searching - back up to Haruka's own expression.

"And where, exactly, are we going?"

Forgive her skepticism, but she'd seen the woman in front of her leaving their home not forty minutes ago; she wasn't just going to accept that she was who she said she was at easy face value. Did this have to do with the dream from earlier? she wonders.

Oh, that's right. Ace never knew...

[She says it quietly, to herself. Then she shakes her head. This is just a dream anyway. She speaks louder, so Ace can hear.]

He was never lost, simply misplaced. He only found himself after...

[Robin glances down at Ace's chest. She'd heard stories of Ace's death, seen the photographs taken in the aftermath. An enormous fist of boiling lava was sure to leave a mark, right?]

... certain events reminded him of who he is. Your brothers are both alive and well.

[If she wasn't a woman, he probably would have tried to punch and strangle her all at once.]

[As it is, he wants to set everything on fire, and it's taking self control he doesn't even have, to refrain from totally exploding.]

You're wrong.

I don't know who-- [His voice is harsh, but he growls and it just gets darker, clearly violent however.] Who told you otherwise, or what kind of sick joke this is, but you're definitely wrong.

She wasn't missed? Does that mean that while they're away, the enemy can't make progress on Earth....?

Moot point. They have no way of proving it. Haruka feels oddly reassured, all the same - and bears no hard feelings when she sees that Michiru isn't going to be led away so easily. "The wind's blowing somewhere I can't reach on my own," she admits. "And it's bringing an ill omen."

The closer Michiru looks, the more she may notice that Haruka looks a good deal more tired than she did when she left the house. She also really can't do a thing about this stupidly affectionate smile. If she's with Michiru, there's nothing she can't overcome.

Her expression remains momentarily unconvinced. Is that really Haruka standing in front of her? Enemies have been resourceful before.

She steps forward, closing more of the distance between them and silently lifting a hand, letting her fingertips touch the bottom of the other woman's chin as she observes her. No, there's no sense of danger or fear, no little voice of warning telling her that this was a trap. Just the same general sense of content she always felt around her partner, and a curious concern about the tired look on her face. Was it time travel, then?

"You tried to fix it on your own? I'm disappointed." Where has she been for this?

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