interstellar404 | ☆MUSICIAN TEST DRIVE: OHHH YEAH

☆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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Ace laughed cheerfully, grinning ear to ear and offered a quick hand up, and grabbed a towel -- or maybe it was just a really long napkin, but whatever, it would work! -- from a nearby waiter.

"Sorry sorry," he even bowed, relieved that Demyx had laughed a little too. "I couldn't resist it. You looked like you were dying to take a dip, and everyone's too stiff! It should be fun! They should loosen up, right?" Another laugh, and Ace tried to flag down another staff, "I'll freshen your drink."

All grins, and Ace bowed yet again. "I'm Ace, Portgas D. Ace. Remember it, because it's going to be bigger than anything else someday," he offered a handshake, still grinning ear to ear.

He accepted the hand and twisted the bottom of his shirt to drip a nice sized puddle on the deck. The proffered towel went into his hair, fixing the spikes back into place. Not a little dip in the pool was enough to take out the amount of hair gel that he used. As long as it stayed out of his eyes, he was happy.

"I do like pools." Demyx grinned. "But I don't think this was a pool party exactly." He laughed. He nodded at the offer to freshen his drink and fussed with his hair a little more.

"Everyone should always loosen up. It's practically a rule at a party!" Demyx flashed him another grin and shook his hand. "Demyx. Don't you know all the biggest stars just have one name?" He teased, offering a bit of a challenge.

"Absolutely," Ace laughed in agreement about how everyone should always loosen up.

"Oh yeah?" he arched an amused eyebrow about the name, ready for the challenge completely. "Well Ace is too redundant," because Ace meant first, the best, number one, which he absolutely was. "And D. might fit," he waggled his brows with a laugh, "But I'm pretty sure they wouldn't to make my reputation worse than it already is." And the last name, Portgas, was for something important. The most important thing. The reason he even existed. "And Portgas is for even being born, and taking over all the universe." Close enough. "But hey, I'll let you share my initial, Demyx." A cocky grin, as if it was completely within his power to decide such a thing and without said permission, the other man's name would just be "emyx" or something.

Demyx threw his head back and laughed at the insinuation but he'd never been one for real confrontation and he just chuckled a little as he nodded. "Sure, sure, we'll see who rises to the top faster."

A waiter came around with drinks, so he took one so he could get more than a few sips in him. "We just got signed, but we're talented. We'll be up in the top in no time. Everyone likes musicians, don't you think?" He grinned and winked. It was all part of being a rock star, wasn't it?

"Yeah, of course!" Ace beamed and laughed right back. "Ah, so you're here with a full band?" Was everyone? Well, it didn't matter, but it did interest him. It seemed like forever since he'd been able to do something with others without his ego and independence and temper and... everything else getting in the way. Would it be different this time?

"Yeah, we got signed together. They're around somewhere." He smiled and shrugged one shoulder casually. "Not my job to babysit them." Nor would he, not at a party. If anyone wanted to keep track of them, it should be the label.

He didn't have that problem, Demyx was easy going and generally followed directions fairly well. It had been easy to form a band.

Another easy-going laugh, "Well if I see them around, I'll say hi. If there as fun as you at least." And who knows. Maybe. But he kind of doubted it.

"Who knows?" He grinned and raised his glass slightly, before taking another sip.

"I thought there'd be more music at this thing. You know, dancing, moving, but everyone seems kinda...dull." Demyx observed with a little sigh. "Isn't being a rock star about having way too much fun?"

"Yeah definitely!" Ace lightly raised a fist in the air, before grinning far too broadly all over again. "Let's star something. Take over the scene, and show them how to really rock it."

He grinned broadly and downed a bit more of his drink than was healthy. "Now then, there must be a fancy stereo we can turn way up loud. Tell me you're a dancer, Ace." Demyx said teasingly, eyes scanning the sides. There were small speakers, but where were the controls?

"Of course," Ace scoffed, almost sounding insulted that Demyx even had to ask, but he couldn't keep a straight for long, gesturing Demyx to follow along with him so he could hunt out the controls to crank things up. "But I do everything a little bit wild," he warned lightly before blasting the music all the way.

"Is there any other way?" Demyx grinned at him.

The music turned up, the bass pumping through the speakers and he let out a joyful whoop. If people were upset, or staring, he didn't care. Weren't they all there for the music anyway?

He began to move with the rhythm, expertly swinging his hips to the beat.

Ace's eyes danced with mischief before he gestured to Demyx, clearing a bit more space and joined him in swinging along.

People really needed to loosen up, obviously.

He didn't need any encouragement from alcohol to keep his body moving. Demyx grinned and brushed his hand over Ace's shoulder, to coax him closer, into dancing together. He looked like he could keep up.

Don't get too comfortable like that Demyx. Because with an evil grin and a wink, Ace drops to the ground and starts breakdancing.

Yeah, he knows how to dance.

Even if he can't remember where and when he learned it.

He laughed and although he didn't stop his hips from moving, he clapped to the beat, encouraging Ace and trying to draw in onlookers. With any luck they would and the party would really get started.

Breakdancing wasn't his thing, but it was definitely worth watching.

Yup! Don't mind Ace going wild. It's kind of Ace's thing.

Although he still feels like it's missing a full out brawl, a fight, a pinata or something to punch, and a lot of flames.

Weird.

☆MUSICIAN TEST DRIVE: OHHH YEAH

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