☆MUSICIAN TEST DRIVE: OHHH YEAH

[interdimanagers]

☆WELCOME MUSICIANS

And welcome to our fourth TDM! We've got two types of prompts to use this time around: the first takes place while your character is in the process of being captured, and the second is during their first brainwashed rockstar networking gig. The former is designed to be considered 100% game canon if you make it in officially, while the later is more speculative and will only work if you get lucky during label and band selection.

☆THE TALENT SEARCH

These prompts are design to be kept as game canon after acceptance, and can be used as the official story of how your character was captured. Importantly, the kidnappers entering 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 captured multiple ways, or going in more than one direction, before the timeline settled on a final path. Or at least, they'll remember this until their memories are wiped shortly afterwards, but that's okay! That's what memory regains are for. Read this page for more specifics on this situation. Any powers the characters have will be weakened and prone to malfunction to the point of uselessness.



►A1) THE SEARCH: It always starts out this way, doesn't it? At some point in your life, you were just doing your thing, wherever you call home. Then, all at once, it's like you've been torn from your dimension by the roots. Time and space displace, and it's like you've been shifted one layer of reality to the left - like some kind of subspace where you can see your reality through it, like a rainbow surrealist image of your home. Even if you can see this ghost image of where you were, you can't interact with it meaningfully. Any friends or family are somewhere else. As you begin to wander, without any other options, you'll find that the scenery gradually shifts to ghost images of other places, other worlds. If you wander long enough, you'll even find other people, lost just like you are. But you probably won't have much time - you've been brought here for a reason, after all.

►A2) THE HUNT: It could happen almost immediately, or it could happen hours later - but, at some point, your dimensional kidnappers start to do their sweep. Space Men in black body suits and gas masks pursue you on foot and in small spaceships, trying to sweep you and the other displaced up like fish in a net. Their guns contain a weird pink gas that will knock out most with only a single breath - and for those more enduring, they have the heavy artillery, like electrical nets and guns. The fallen will be sealed up into stasis pods for transport and loaded onto the ships, which seem like the only way to get out of this place by choice. This is where it ends, but are you going to put up a fight?

NOTE: Characters already in game can't really tag into these sections, so try to tag around to other first time character tests if you can!

☆WELCOME HOME

By default, these prompts aren't considered canon, but if after you are accepted and sorted they can be tweaked into working for you, it'll be totally okay to keep them as a part of your rockstar's personal history. This occurrence is something that will be happening in early March game time, but of course, what remains canon and what doesn't will be subject to who is accepted and where they are placed. This takes place after being kidnapped and brainwashed, as your character is first joining their new label. As usual, this is celebrated with a party.



►B1) PLAY IT STRAIGHT: The season of Spring Break has begun, and like most things in Vista City, it's carried out to total excess. This is only one of the first, preliminary shindigs of what is assured to be many - much like the Solstice, celebrations for Spring Break also go on forever. This time, it takes place around a pool, and it's not just with industry people - it's also with a smattering of particularly rich or attractive fans. It's a chance to mingle with all your exciting new business connections - something typical to the high music society of Vista City - but maybe it's not yet typical to you.

For a number of the freshly signed on newbies, this is their first real taste of what their new label has to offer - either Virgo or Pride - and the sheer glamour of it may be intoxicating. Industry big wigs scatter the area, as do performers of all the tops labels and bands, and their VIP fans and investors. Maybe you feel intimidated. Maybe you want to make your mark. Or maybe you're not quite as new as some, and are just trying to get through the evening. Either way, they is plenty of booze available if you need some liquid courage. Yet...is it just you, or do most of the other fledging musicians look awfully grim lately?

►B2) TOTALLY NORMAL: The signs of it are small, at first. Glasses you set down seeming out of place, stuff that almost looks like words written in the condensation on your glass. These little hauntings only get more and more persistent as the night continues, almost like some otherworldly presence is following you. You can feel them lurking nearby at times, like an unusual spot of cold or warmth in the air. None of the higher ups seem to notice but...to some of your new peers, this feels like old news. Eventually the signs become bolder, and at some point in the evening you'll hear it whispered in your ear or written on the bathroom mirror: "Remember."

►B3) REMEMBER: And you do. It strikes you suddenly, a feeling like a foreign presence straying through your mind. You remember something of your past, pertaining to the emotional affinity Love, Duty, Passion, or Hope - whichever feeling describes the person you used to be best. Except you know nothing of that life now, nothing except this single, strange thought in a room full strangers.

NOTE: Current characters definitely go to this party in earlier March, but it isn't required play. Besides the usual hauntings and meeting new characters, it is considered business as usual. Pride Records and Virgo Entertainment's employees are uneasily coexisting, pretty much because they have to in order to keep up appearances. Body guards are out in full force. It's sort of tense.

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Portgas D. Ace | One Piece

[ace_of_hearts]

B1. Seize the Night

Hello party city. Population: Ace and everyone else.

Ace swaggers up, oozing confidence and control, and grabs the mic, like he's supposed to, even if he's definitely not. Maybe especially if he's not. Yeah, especially if he's not.

"GOOD EVENING VISTA!!" a dull roar, and a mild headache behind his eyes like that name should have different connotations, at least to him. But he doesn't give anything away, too focused on enjoying the moment. "ARE YOU READY TO ROCK AND RUMBLE?!?!"

Assuming the response he gets is too lackluster, the shirtless tattooed wannabe star in an orange cowboy hat, shakes his head, and gestures a hand out for special effects of flames and even fireworks or anything as need be, behind him. "LOUDER! MAKE SURE THEY HEAR IT ACROSS THE STARS!"

And then he throws his fist in the air, tossing the mic to someone, anyone, at random and hops down.

"Let's get this started, yeah?" A casual, slightly calmer, though completely confident wink.


B2. Bent

This is the life. Or so Ace assumes.

A drink in one hand, completely lounging around like a panther, he's just waiting for something anything to happen. Preferably a fight, to be honest, but he's not aggressive enough to start something without a reason. Still, after setting the drink down, it seems to completely disappear. Not refill, just gone. He narrows his eyes and glances around. "Did you see that?" But as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he takes them back. "Nah, never mind, it's nothing." He's probably just inventing things to keep his interest. Too much energy he needs to fuel off. He's almost tempted to throw someone into a pool just to start some excitement, but he doesn't want to try to fish them out if they can't swim, or risk that they wouldn't take it as fun as he meant it. Pity.

"So what's a sweet thing like you doing at a loud party like this?" Is it loud? Maybe not. Maybe that's just kidding. But more importantly, he just wants to hear people's stories. Everyone has something to tell that's interesting, and he wants to hear them all.

B1

[vivelarevolution]

There is just something about that guy. Sabo doesn't know what it is but something about seeing him all of a sudden like that, getting up on the stage and bellowing, caught in the flashing lights with his stupid tattoo. Something that lights a fire deep in Sabo's gut. It's a strange feeling. One that he faintly remembers before and it only feeds on itself.

Something like... anger. No more than that... rage.

And he can't explain it. And hes' pretty sure it's not something induced from food or drink because he hasn't done either yet. And it can't be otherwise chemical so why this one guy?

It's from something. Something so deep in Sabo's memory and instinct he knows it must mean something. And at this time with hauntings and missing people and cracked kids and no way to do anything, at least he can do something to this fuckface.

So Sabo makes his way through the crowd, rage building so much so that he can't even hear what the guy is saying before he curls his hand into a fist and belts him in the jaw.

B2

[sandalpunch]

"Whaddya mean, a sweet thing like me? Are you hitting on me? You wanna fight?!"

Whoever Ace has decided to strike up a conversation with, she seems to be much more ready to throw down than he is. Also, drunk.

B2

[giglio_madonna]

Well, this isn't the first time she's been hit on, let alone at a fancy rich party... Still, there's a glint of amusement in Luce's eyes as she's addressed. She'd been watching to start with, noting the sudden disappearance of the glass, and while she could say something...

Something in her mind just won't let her.

Instead, she laughs quietly into her hand. "Well, I was invited, you know. That's a start. Besides, in a business like this, you would be surprised at how often you could use a break." Especially when you've pissed off the higher ups.

B2

[sharktrash]

Was he perhaps addressing that actually lovely lady who was sitting behind Squalo? Most likely. But it's probably part of being vainglory incarnated to assume that whenever someone seems to admire someone, it's about you.

That or he just feels like being a piece of shit. Anyone's guess, really.

Either way, he turns toward the other man and flashes his teeth, casually holding onto his glass full of clear but strong-smelling beverage. It's hard to call it a smile; it looks like it belongs on a shark, though it's by no means unfriendly. Yet.

"Making it louder," he says. It's true, his voice is loud despite the rasp quality of it. Does he even know what an inside volume is? "What about you?"

B2

[twoscompany]

Well, Ace sure did pick one tall drink to ask. She turned to look at Ace, and...frowned. Ace may or may not have heard of this woman, who, for some reason, had no significant other. Probably because she was a lesbian or frigid or something, who knew from what tabloids said.

"I'm a member of Pride. You?"

B2

[bass_instincts]

Shin raises an eyebrow and takes the black-papered cigarette out of his mouth. "Sweet? That's a new one." Considering that even in his swim trunks he's rocking a punk style. He has blue spiked hair and plenty of piercings. The white ripped up tee with cut off sleeves doesn't add anything sweet to the deal. Only his baby-face might be called sweet, if you took some of the piercings out.

At least he just seems confused, not insulted.

B1

[sponsorigami]

"Wh-what?" Ivan fumbles a bit as he catches the mike in his hands. He's just trying to find his band so that he can leave. He didn't ask for fire effects or starting something or anything. He tries to pass the mike off to someone else, anyone else.

Demyx | Kingdom Hearts

[melodiouspacifist]

A

A moment ago, he had been sure he was running around the Underworld. He slipped through a crevice and appeared in a very strange, unusual place that seemed all too creepy and unfamiliar. Did he really get pulled off his mission?

Saix was going to kill him.

He could swear he could see the castle in the distance and he began walking that way, taking his pace slow and meandering, just to keep away as long as humanly possible, because the impending lecture about failing mission was not something to look forward to.

Was the castle even getting closer?

Behind him he heard a clatter and when he looked back, he saw some very unfamiliar looking men. Demyx thought for a moment and decided no, he didn't want to tangle with them and he took off at a run,The Castle That Never Was fading from his sight and other strange places taking its place. It didn't matter - he'd figure out how to get home after he shook them off.

B1

Being signed to a record label had to be the best moment of his life! Finally, finally Demyx was going to be living the life of a rock star, just as sure as he knew he'd always wanted it. He couldn't remember the exact moment it happened, but everyone had the dream didn't they?

Spring break meant a pool party, which made him positively giddy. Everyone who was anyone were going to be there and this was his chance to seriously meet others in the business. First thing was first, he ordered himself a sweet, fruity drink at the bar and then gravitated to the water, drawn to it.

He'd always loved the water, and nothing like music, people and a pool to make his night.

B3

He had everything he'd always wanted, didn't he? Something had been poking at him lately, some vague inexplicable feeling that he was forgetting something. Demyx wasn't always the most organized, and he could be scatterbrained when it suited him, but this seemed heavier. Thick and foreboding. If he was honest, he was sure he'd even heard someone whisper the word when he was waking up one morning.

He wasn't alone, he was at some function or another, the details weren't important. He was given his schedule and he kept to it. The only thing was, Demyx was beginning to feel very uneasy after a few increasingly restless days.

There was something he was meant to be doing. That's what it was. He had a duty to...

In a fleeting moment, it was gone.

B1

[ace_of_hearts]

Ace catches the guy's glances to the water, and his restraint on avoiding starting shit is wearing thin. People should be doing more, partying harder somehow.

He wraps an arm around the stranger's shoulders with an all too friendly grin, acting as familiar as if they were old school chums, and gently nudges the other man's ribs. "Hey, can you swim?"

B3

[giglio_madonna]

And for someone as empathetic as Luce, it's easy to spot Demyx's unease from across the room.

She drifts by, all reassuring smiles and warm eyes, and offers her a hand. First, introductions at this little party before she starts prying into a stranger's emotional well being.

"Hello, dear. Luce. First big party?"

B1

[consocius]

To Sora it feels like an eternity since the last time he'd gotten to swim. There'd never been the time, or a good place for it, or the right weather... For him, this is definitely the best party he's attended yet since entering the music business, and he's attended plenty by now. There was pretty much at least three going on any given night at Pride Records HQ. But there weren't pools there.

After a while of just enjoying the water, as well as being playful with some people he knew in the pool, he swims to the edge of it finally and pulls himself up to sit on the ledge. Someone hands him a drink. An investor? A fan? It was hard to tell at a party that was so lavish, even the fans here seemed more like celebrities than what he's used to. He glances down at the drink in hand, then over at the guy standing next to him, who he doesn't immediately recognize but for some reason feels like he should, like it's important. Huh.

Giving the guy a friendly smile, he points at his own drink and tries to speak over the sound of music and people having rowdy fun. "What's yours?"

B1

[trustme]

One of Virgo's musicians sees Demyx staring into the water and comments on it. "It's a very fancy and expensive pool isn't it? Just look at that tiling- it looks like someone put semi-precious stones into it. All that construction money, and and hard work maintaining it. Guess how often anyone actually swims in it?"

Doctor smirks because the answer should be obvious by the crowd bordering the pool instead of in it. "A shame really."

b1

[yellowcopycat]

"Please tell me mullets are not making a come back!" Ryouta cries as he spots Demyx.

No, he had just got Marty to get his cut. Please tell, someone tell him he's imaging things.

He's a model, well, former model. He knows what's trending and mullets are not!

Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf | rusty as hell please forgive me/lmao what is canonpoint

[lycanthnope]

[ Dropping out of school to become a musician was the smartest decision Jackson Whittemore ever made. Of course, he tries not to use that last name anymore -- he hates it because he knows it isn't his, and he hates the hospital for sealing adoption records all too well.

So he dropped his last name, emptied his bank account, ran and never looked back at his adoptive parents. Never thought about them again. Sure, there were the lawyer fees involved in the emancipation process but he's got very clear memories of his band manager helping out and both of them being very, very happy with the outcome.

Not that he considers the manager a parent or anything cheesy like that. A means to an end. Just like everyone else. If he has to play as part of a team-- a band-- for now, so be it.

He's been feeling some of this gratitude thing lately, and he isn't very fond of it. There is only one solution to having emotions:

shots shots shots ]

[ace_of_hearts]

Easy there.

[Ace slides over some shots of juice and slightly watered down rum.]

You'll have to pay for that in the morning, yeah?

[Not that it was any of his business, but a man drinking like that had more worries than alcohol could solve in a single night, and Ace wasn't exactly lacking empathy for it.]

President James Clerk Maxwell (Duo) | Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop

[secondpresident]

[Duo is from the end of the Frozen Teardrop novel series, so he is 1) around 45 years old, hence the PB, 2) not in a great place emotionally, and 3) has recently become President of the Mars Federation. There will be spoilers here.]

A1.
God, he's tired.

President James Clerk Maxwell (what a fucking pretentious name, why had he ever tolerated Hilde saddling him with it) reaches for the pen he'd dropped on his desk. A long, dramatic sigh slips from his lips. He's been clean for almost seven years now--no smokes, no booze.

And is he ever regretting it.

He'd just get through this pile of paperwork and then he'd go home, he promises himself. It was getting pretty late; with any luck, Hilde would already have turned in before he got back and he could avoid a continuation of this morning's quarrel.

His office wavers around him, the colors of curtains and carpet and potted plant suddenly too vivid.

"Gonna work myself to death at this rate," he mutters, throwing down his pen again and rubbing at his eyes. He stands up and cups his hands around his mouth, the room seeming to swim around him. "Heero! Hey, HEERO! Get in here and tell me what I'm signing!"

He doesn't, of course, mean the Heero he'd known; that Heero, still looking not a day over seventeen and grumpy as ever, had run off with Relena just as soon as all the fuss was over. President Maxwell was shouting for Black Alpha, the middle-aged clone now using the name "Heero Yuy"--his presidential aide.

It had been a good day for the Preventers when Lady Une brought Black Alpha to Mars as part of her peace strategy. It had not been a good day for Father Maxwell.

But "Heero" doesn't respond. President Maxwell groans and pushes his hand back through his hair. It's been cut short for years now, by Hilde's demand, but sometimes he still misses the weight of the braid.

Things were easier, once upon a time. Back before he'd had all this responsibility and crap, when all he had to do was bum around.

He leans forward and slams his hands on his desk--or tries to. His hands pass straight through, sending him tumbling to the floor.

When he looks up again, he has no idea where he is.


B1.

Aw hell yes, this is the life!

Duo flops onto a deck chair by the pool, grinning from ear to ear. It turns out that being a rock star is just as good as it looks on TV. Maybe his big break was worth waiting for after all! He may be a little older than some of these other singers, but that just means he's had more time to practice, right?

A passing waitress hands him something slushy and umbrella-topped, and Duo is only too grateful to slurp away at it. Seeing someone stare at him, he lifts one hand in greeting.

"Hey there! You a fan?"

B1

[ace_of_hearts]

Ace was staring because he was just thinking too hard. Still, he didn't mean to be so rude as he answered all too bluntly, "Who are you?"

His own rudeness took him back, and he blinked, apologizing with a head duck, "Ah I'm sorry, it's more polite to introduce oneself first right? I'm Portgas D. Ace. Sorry, I'm just new here, so don't take it too personally, please." He offered a handshake, without even fully lifting his head all the way.

[iwantmythief]

A1) The TARDIS can feel the world reeling around her from the dimensional shift. It makes her head spin as she holds onto her stomach and reaches a hand out for balance. That was the second time today that she felt such a horrible wrenching feeling.

Immediately she knew she was in a different dimension. A dimension even more different than the one she had landed in moments before. Without her core systems she couldn't do anything to change the situation, though she knew it wasn't right.

This was bad. Really bad. She was fine now. She would be fine for... maybe a day? Two? She couldn't guess just how long this body would hold up, but she starts looking around, trying to find some sort of dimensional weakness she might be able to push through.

B1)Sexy. That was the name she decided to take for the stage, and she definitely earned it. Sure, she might be in her late twenties, but it didn't stop her from having a pretty face and a fantastic figure. One she's currently showing off. She is a bit confused though. If it's a pool party, why is there virtually no one in the water?

Being her first shindig, she's feeling a bit out of place, but that just means she's more likely to buzz up to you with a smile. "Hello! I'm Sexy, it's nice to meet you. Have you been to parties like this often? I wasn't sure just what to wear." It's hard to tell if she took a breath in saying any of that.

B1

[psyvampexperiment]

Perhaps she comes upon a tall, pale man, clad in a somewhat old-fashioned bathing suit, a black tank top and matching swim trunks, watching the crowd moving about the pool like a flock of birds. He might smirk on them, amused, pleased even, before taking a sip from the glass of red wine that he nurses. Pool parties usually don't appeal much to him, but the label wants him to attend and one must oblige them.

That's when he turns to spy what at first blush he thinks is the pianist of Court of Thorns, clad in a slightly more daring than usual bathing costume. "You're looking quite nymph-like today, my dear," he says, then he pauses, shaking his head as if doing a double take.

Reimu Hakurei | Touhou Project

[fantasyseal]

B1-

[Reimu hadn't been thinking about this being more then a way to get to know her fellow musicians. What better way to get into the know then talking and joking with others all while getting a drink or two to keep that idea going through her head. It also made the idea tolerable so that worked.]

Yeah...This party is a lot bigger then I've seen before but it's going to keep things to a decent standard. I mean heck, Show the fans and others that we are still willing to chill out and be a part of everything.

B2-

[After a while though, even her focus on the mingling faded and she pulled back to a quieter area, humming softly to herself. There still is some booze with her, just in case there was need of her heading back into the chaos and being social once more. But that whispering..the fact her glass seemed to keep moving from where she put it down last...

It was starting to bother her to the point of speaking up-.]

...Whatever you are...stop because I don't know what you are talking about.

B2

[ace_of_hearts]

[He freezes midway through approaching her, thinking it was him she meant at first, but then it seems to be something else so he grabs a seat near her instead.]

Blame the song lyrics.

[Deadpan droll.]

Makoto Kino | Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon

[thunderboltprincess]

⚡ B1 - Life as a Saxist is Hard~! ⚡

[Holding the brass wind instrument so tightly she's a little worried she might bend the metal or crack it in her hands, Makoto looks around the huge poolside area of the Virgo Records party and tries to take deep breaths. She's sure she's faced tougher things than an industry party, but she can't think of anything off the top of her head. No, they recruited her and wanted her, so she has to have it in her to excel.

Besides, there are so many handsome guys running around and all the women are drop dead gorgeous.]

What am I doing here? I don't fit in at all.

[And there goes the little bit of confidence she'd given herself. Gone. Just like that.]

⚡ B2 - Just a Normal Girl ⚡
[The glass that she's just put down on the table to readjust her hair is missing! Makoto's heard stories of things that can happen when things like that occur, but she still looks for her glass of water. And it's just two feet away. She picks up and inspects the glass and sniffs the liquid. As a second thought, however, she puts it back down and walks away.

But, strange. She'd put it right in front of her. How'd it move that far in less than a second?

As she walks around the party, trying to regain her courage from earlier and talk to some of the very pretty people, she can feel eyes on her back. The kind of feeling that makes her want to punch the creep making her so uncomfortable, but every time she turns around all she sees are the party-goers all minding their own business.]

Get it together, Kino. You're starting to lose your mind.

B1

[ace_of_hearts]

[Topless cowboy here just gives her a hand, literally.]

[And drags her for a small dance, with an equally small grin.]

Fake it, and no one will ever know.

Koushi Sugawara | Haikyuu!!

[warmsetter]

B1. Mix and Mingle]

There were so many people everywhere either in the lawn chairs by the pool, in the pool, or around it. The invitation told him it was a party to celebrate the success of his concert. He was going to meet the big names of the records companies along with their musicians too. Suga didn't think his concert would be as successful, until he saw the crowd, then the invitation in his dressing room, he knew it was a good one.

However, now he didn't know where to start. He had on a pair of swim trunks with a loose button up shirt he kept open as he looked around. He grabbed a drink one of the waitresses offered on his way over to the chairs by the pool. He would probably dip his toes in it later, until then he was going to enjoy his drink.

He finally made it.

It felt nice.

[worthlesspride]

Tooru was on one of the lawn chairs, in board shorts and Junkyard Carnival tee shirt. His crutches his side and his red cast, from foot to thigh, going up his board shorts. He's taking a drink of a rum and coke...

And promptly spits it out when he sees Sugawara.

"Refreshing-kun!?"

Utau - Shugo Chara - B3

[utauhoshina]

She didn't know it, didn't remember it, but it seemed as though she had been born to be a singer whose powers were used for ill. But she remembered agreeing to this. She remembered that there was an important reason why she agreed. But it didn't matter. She was here, she made it. She was a top idol. Meikyuu Butterfly, Black Diamond, call her what you wish, this singer who has a voice that could stir the heart. Stir it and steal it.

But what mattered is that she did what she was told to do. She was the good little pet. She had a reason to trust, a reason to obey. She had something she would have sold her soul for. Apparently she had. She accepted that. She was cold and aloof off stage, tucking her hair under her hat, putting on her glasses.

Until she heard the violin music. That brought her from her seat and her sipping of sparkling cider. She set the glass down, without realizing he was doing it, and drifted towards the sound. It tugged at her heart. Something in the sound resonated within her. And Utau? She wanted to sing.

Shinichi Okazaki | Nana

[bass_instincts]

A1) Shin is regretting his choice of footwear at the moment. He'd take them of if it wouldn't get him caught. Vivienne Westwood rocking horse shoes are not meant for running, but at least he was used to wearing them to run well enough. He had started to panic a while ago, completely lost in this blinding maze where nothing seemed real. Had someone drugged him? Did he have laced weed? He could barely remember what was going on before all of this.

Guitar. He had been practicing on his acoustic. He looks back for a moment, realizing that he must have dropped it at some point, but when? He sits down, out of breath, and takes out a cigarette and lights it. He needed to rest, to calm down, and then maybe he could figure out what the hell is going on.

B1/2) He'd been looking forward to this party. It wasn't his first, but it was definitely ritzier. Now that he's here though, he wishes he was with just a few friends, not alone in this ocean of people. Nothing to fix a moment of loneliness like trying to make a few friends over a bit of pot. It was something that seemed to bring people together, even if to just mooch off of you.

The young teen looks barely old enough to be drinking here, let alone smoking weed, but his fingers are well versed in the art of rolling a joint. He doesn't bother to hide it so either he really is of legal age, not signed to a company, or stupid. Of course, all three can be a possibility at once.

As he's rolling though, he keeps feeling like there's something missing. Someone missing. Someone he was trying to leave this behind for. But there wasn't anyone in his life right now. His band was his only family, but they were still strangers. He tries to hide the paleness in his face behind a smile, asking anyone that approaches, "Hey, you want a hit?"

Why not, A to make this one different, a taste of who she is before they changed her

[utauhoshina]

She had been dodging around him when he sits, and almost collides with him, because what he's running away from? She's running towards. She might be new to this whole being on the heroes' side - if you can call them heroes - but running away? Not Utau. At least... not for long. She still hadn't worked out how to save him. Even if he stopped coming to her concerts, he was still her first love, and she would still save him. But she wouldn't sell her song any more. And she wouldn't be stopped by these fools chasing them.

"If you don't want to die, or worse," she snapped, "I suggest you keep running. I for one am planning on stopping them!"

For Ikuto. But also for the place she was making for herself in the world where her music was music. Where she once again was singing because she loved to sing.

Nishinoya Yuu . Haikyuu!!

[praeses]

---- [B1] (everything louder than everything else.)

This party was the pits. With a sharp eye and a little bit of lingering Nishinoya Yuu had a little suspicion that not all was well within the glitz and glamour that this party had boasted. And color him disappointed, for his first taste of bliss it was nothing less than bittersweet. So what was a freshly signed young star supposed to do? Not many were looking his way, which was a common occurrence giving his small and unimpressive stature, but he can change that not problem.

Because he can get loud.

What this party needed was a shock, a little jolt of electricity to get the blood pumping. And what a coincidence, Nishinoya was a self proclaimed pro when it came to the shock factor, earning attention and getting all eyes on him. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea, the best plan, but it was better than nothing. And while the party had it's charms, it was not how he pictured this life to be. So he was ready to shake things up.

Slamming back the rest of his beer, setting the bottle down with a grin filled with mischievous intent. It only takes moments for him to take a first loud step, right hand fisting in his shirt, chest puffing out in the deep breath that followed.

"RrrrrrrrRRROOOOOOOOOLLLIIIING!" He's the loudest one there, so small but mighty. And then he starts to move following the sound of his own voice. His shirt is ripped off and flung to the side, and it looked like he was making a dash towards the pool.

"THUUUUUUUUNNNNNNDERRRRRR!!!" It's a risky move, falling into a somersault near the edge of the pool. But Nishinoya was all about risks, danger and drawing attention to himself whilst pumping a crowd full of energy. He falls into this roll so effortlessly, springing off the edge of the pool with ease. Drawing knees to his chest as he is airborne and hitting the water with such a tremendously loud:

SPLAAAASH!!!!

Anyone near the pool would be likely to get a little wet, but who cares? It was fun. This little shindig needed some FUN!

He surfaces a few seconds later with a bit of a splutter and a bark of laughter, arms spread wide in victory.

"YEAH!! Let's PARTY HAAAAARD!"

That's what this life was all about, wasn't it?

[worthlesspride]

"Hey watch it!"

Tooru Oikawa is not in the mood to party, but here he is. In a pool chair, wearing a pair of broad shorts, Junkyard Carnival tee-shirt with his knee cast and crutches to the side.

And there's a semi-familiar voice.

And... he remembers this person. Karasuno's libero. Shit. He clutches his head. More weird memories. He doesn't need this right now.

Princess Aurora || Disney's Sleeping Beauty

[cursedtosleep]

[B1]

Aurora had been to parities before, of course. She was an opera orphan, trained and raised in the theater, classically trained in ballet and opera. She had been considered a prodigy for both. But then her teacher had thought she might do well with a new image.

A more... modern one.

She was a bit nervous, however. She had never been to something so... flamboyant. Theater parties weren't tame, by any means, but this?

"Ah..." she looked around. "I'm sure they won't mind if I slip out..." she said softly to herself. She turned to go and lightly bumped her shoulder into another, the cider (non-alcoholic of course) in her hand spilling a drop here and there.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't get any on you, did I?"

[iitrebel]

Tall and gangly, even that light bump is enough to make Artolo wobble a little, but he doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. He just straightens up, a water balloon in the hand not holding a (definitely alcoholic) drink of his own.

"Wha- oh, you probably did, but if I'm lucky, it'll give my manager a heart attack." He sounds maliciously delighted by the idea.

Yamamoto Takeshi | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

[rainandswallows]

B1

Takeshi Yamamoto was so excited! He was just recently signed by Pride to be a violinist in their new rock band. He was working for Pride! The same company that had his favorite band, MANTICORE, which had his favorite musician of all time Superbia Squalo!

Squalo was amazing. He showed the world that classical instruments could be used for rock. And Yamamoto couldn't wait to meet him! He was supposed to be here at this party. He just had to go find him and introduce himself.

Be casual, he told himself. No one likes crazed fans. And Yamamoto refused to be one of those crazy stalkers. He just... really admired Squalo. A lot.

While he was coaching himself he accidentally bumped into someone. "Opps sorry," he said, flashing a smile at them.

B2

He really doesn't know what to make of this. He's standing in the men's room, frowning at the mirror. What a weird prank.

Someone must really like pranking newbies, and it really wasn't fair they were picking on him, he was only fourteen. Oh well. at least they were picking on someone that could stick up for themselves.

B3

The first memory hits him when he's outside, mingling with some of the other musicians.

"You are the Vongola's Rain"

What did that mean? Then suddenly, images of his hand wrapped around the hilt of a sword, a katana flashed in his mind, and he was in battle. In battle with Squalo! No way!

No. There was no way. He admired Squalo too much to want to battle him! Neither of them knew how to fight with swords anyways! No one in this time did!

He excused himself and went to get a drink.

1

[sharktrash]

Oops indeed. Of course it would be Squalo that he bumps into. Somehow, he looks a little scarier than in the posters. Maybe he's just in a bad mood.

Either way, he's pretty much shoving past the boy --

"Don't you have eyes?!"

...and then he takes a look at his face.