☆MUSICIAN TEST DRIVE: OHHH YEAH

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☆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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Comments

[ace_of_hearts]

He wants to growl. To bite the other man's throat out.

Make it up to him...? At first Ace just blinked a little in confusion, oh, did he think that thing before was flirting, because dude was so not Ace's type --

But the rest of it just set Ace off like a firework. If he'd been wound up before, angry before, it was nothing compared to the white hot rage that flooded him. Murder him? Too good for this. He was going to kill him slowly and the most painfully way Ace knew how!!

"THAT'S FOR MY BROTHER!" he roared, and despite the immense pain to his digits and arm, he twisted it to elbow the man's throat instead. No more talking. No more air.

It was foreign. There was a rushing in his ears, wind? Blood? He didn't know. Or care.

He'd never tell someone easily why his tattoo was the way it was. Much less tell someone in anger.

But he had. Something about this guy mocking it pissed him off extra. "I'll kill you!"

He half hoped someone did pull him off at that point, because he was half about to carry through on it. The desire to strangle wasn't even a tenth of it anymore. He wanted to tear him apart with his bare hands.

Against a normal person, riling them up past the point of sanity was usually a pretty good tactic. But making a man who wasn't sure how much he was supposed to be alive angry to the point of no longer caring about such a thing was a recipe for a murderous explosion.

[vivelarevolution]

But this was fucking why! This was always why! This was the reason that--! That something! Sabo can't help but be angry all over again as the guy comes at him full force, fighting just as hard back and for reasons he can't understand but infuriate him all the same. The guy is fast and strong and brutal but Sabo is just as fast and strong and brutal, giving almost as many hits as he got and not caring what got broken in the process on either one of them.

He wanted to yell but he couldn't around the ache on his throat where the asshole had jammed his elbow and instead flipped them and punched him right back in the throat so they were on the same field at least. Hand grabbed him and pulled him off and it was only just in him to not hit them too. They were other. They were soft and could be hurt. Instead he just remained in their grip, breathing hard, blood dripping off his face as he scowled at the other.

[ace_of_hearts]

Ace didn't know what he wanted anymore.

Killing this guy wouldn't bring his brother back from the dead. And it was just an old wound. One he should have forgotten with the rest.

He threw him into the crowd instead and punched a wall hard, half hoping the scraped knuckled would remind him to control his temper better -- fat chance.

"Stay out of my way," he warned with a growl, maybe for the blond, maybe for everyone else.

Next person who started something with him and then had the gall to treat him like he wasn't even there, he probably would kill. For sure.

[vivelarevolution]

Sabo shakes his head, loosening himself from the grip of the edgy crowd that winces as Ace punches a wall. Sabo doesn't wince, though, just watches him go, catching his glance.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you." Why, he can't say. But he will. Every time he can. Every move. Every word sung or i dotted. He will watch and record. And be there one step away just... just in case he's needed. For... something.