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Interdimensional Managers ([personal profile] interdimanagers) wrote in [community profile] interstellar4042016-02-22 01:12 pm
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☆RESCUER TEST DRIVE: SOMETHING ABOUT US

☆WELCOME RESCUERS



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.


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oceantier: (to overwhelm)

[personal profile] oceantier 2016-02-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
She stares back up at him, just as startled that he's sheltered her. Why? The startlement is visible on her face.

The ocean seeps back into itself, settling back into its waves.
panspermia: (This is normal??? Right??????)

[personal profile] panspermia 2016-02-27 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Her unspoken question flies straight past him; it's not even something to consider, in Greg's book. Besides, he's got plenty of his own questions on his mind.

After a futile attempt to wipe some of the water out of his eyes, he holds out a hand to her. "Can you stand?"
oceantier: (to wish)

[personal profile] oceantier 2016-02-27 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I . . ." She stares at his hand, then back up at him, water droplets from him pattering onto her face and clothes. For a moment longer, she hesitates . . . and then he'll find her hand creeping into his. "Y-Yes."

"Why did you . . . ?" She doesn't finish the question, but he can likely guess the words.
panspermia: (How hurt can we get?)

[personal profile] panspermia 2016-02-27 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Gently, he helps her to her feet. Her question makes Greg raise an eyebrow, and he looks behind them to the ocean, returned to apparent normalcy.

"Oh, uh. I just--you looked like you were having a hard enough day already, without getting, uh, whatever that was." He scratches at his neck.
oceantier: (hesitate to touch)

[personal profile] oceantier 2016-02-27 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Such a strange answer, and about as awkward as her own can be. She lets him pull her to her feet, hesitating again.

He's definitely different from the Greg that she saw in the city. Older. More worn. Rounder. And definitely . . . redder. But this is also the one that she remembers -- the one that came with Steven what now seems like a lifetime ago.

He's still dripping, making a puddle around him in the sand. With a blink, she gestures, tugging the torrent of seawater after him, sending it in a light spiral back into the waves.

"I-I'm sorry. I thought . . . you were someone else."

Anxiety flickers through her face, as though she hasn't quite let go of the idea that the one she expected might not be here after all. But no waves rise again.
panspermia: (Human beings)

[personal profile] panspermia 2016-02-27 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, that probably makes at least the top three of "weirdest sensations ever experienced." Greg gapes at the extracted water as it retreats back to the ocean.

"Oh." Okay, that changes things. He gives her a weak smile, feeling foolish. "Hey, don't worry about it. Easy mistake to make." He thought he was someone else, too.

It took him a little while, between her color and everything else distracting him, but her face is starting to register as familiar. Her voice and anxious mannerisms help nail it in.

"We--you're that woman, right? With the... uh. The fries."
oceantier: (to overwhelm)

[personal profile] oceantier 2016-02-27 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
He's definitely got her attention again. "You-- you . . . remember me."

She hadn't been expecting that. At all.

Should she be worried? She isn't sure.
panspermia: (Quick let's go before the cops find us)

[personal profile] panspermia 2016-02-27 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, yeah." His laugh could not be any less genuine. "I mean, I know my memory hasn't been too reliable, but we just met, after all. Even if we were.... both a little different."

Greg deflates, looking down at himself. "This is me, right? How I'm supposed to...?"
oceantier: (surprise)

[personal profile] oceantier 2016-02-27 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He remembers her. But he doesn't. He just remembers her as they met days ago, as they had been in the city.

It's not admittedly what she'd hoped.

But it's something.

"Supposed to . . . ?" she echoes softly.
panspermia: (Dangerous or bad for my hair)

[personal profile] panspermia 2016-02-27 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He rubs at his beard, looks up from his rounded gut. He needs to get used to it. He was before, after all.

"How I'm supposed to look."
oceantier: (uncertainty)

[personal profile] oceantier 2016-02-27 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
A small nod at that -- confirmation.

But it seems important not to say anything else right away -- to let him absorb it.
panspermia: (xcuse me i need 2 breath)

[personal profile] panspermia 2016-02-28 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Greg runs his hand over his face, then his bare head. All right. So the future's closer than he thought. This doesn't have to be bad. He needs to get used to it, is all.

With a deep breath, Greg straightens up. This is all right. He's all right. More important things ought to be focused on.

"So--is this your home, too?" He grins, weak but hopeful. Surely this is a more pleasant conversation topic. "You're helping raise Steven too, with the others?"
oceantier: (concealed)

[personal profile] oceantier 2016-02-28 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
With that question, her eyes shadow, her hands creeping back to an old position -- braced above either elbow, arms in a cross.

"No." For a moment, it's just that word, simple and stark. There's an enormity here too large to explain, even if she wanted to.

"My home is . . . gone."

She knows that in her heart . . . but saying it aloud is another matter. It makes it real -- too real. Her hands tighten.

"A long time ago."
panspermia: (Running out of family members)

[personal profile] panspermia 2016-02-28 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
He'd just assumed--it felt like the obvious thing in the moment. As she pulls away, regret floods in, and much more about her behavior makes sense.

"I--I'm sorry. I thought..."

He rubs at his neck, gaze down on the sand.

"Hey, I live in a van apparently, it's not all bad."

Wow that could not compare less and he knows it, but he can't think of anything else.
oceantier: (glance over shoulder)

[personal profile] oceantier 2016-02-29 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
He earns a glance from that -- or his feet do, her eyes still lowered. It's not the same -- and he must know that.

But she has no desire to talk about it, either. The home she's craved for thousands of years died thousands of years ago. Better that she forgets it if she can; she'll never get it back.

The ghosts of shapes, faces still play behind her eyelids.

"I met Steven not very long ago," she finishes quietly, and looks away.

"Why . . . did you think of this place?"
Edited 2016-02-29 00:46 (UTC)
panspermia: (Paid for it in organs)

[personal profile] panspermia 2016-02-29 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't really know."

As much as he wishes he could remember for his own sake, right now he just wishes he could give her answers.

"I barely remember this place. I know Steven lived here, and I sort of did too." He glances back to the broken van. "But I don't remember it ever looking like this."

Now he crosses his arms, discomfort mounting. "Whatever happened, I get the feeling I was pretty useless here."
oceantier: (concealed)

[personal profile] oceantier 2016-03-06 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Bad things happened here," she replies softly. She still isn't looking at him. "They remembered this place exists. I . . . didn't help."
panspermia: (I don't understand anything anymore)

[personal profile] panspermia 2016-03-06 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
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."