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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"No. She thought my natural look would be best for this party. More relaxed." She stands up straight, looking less like she is going to just fall in, "Yes, I am new," she tells him her label and band, as well as her role in it. She takes another sip of her drink, "I don't know who I will really be seeing day to day, besides the most obvious people, of course."

"In that case I encourage you to go forth with your idea. Nobody ever said it was against the rules to swim. In fact, you might convince others to do the same." Heck, he might jump in if it would frustrate Santiago or his manager. Roy had not been on the best terms with Pride as of late.

"Like you?" She's finishing her drink and taking off the ~~useless~~ cover up. She's doing this.

"Well..." he trails off, still trying to make up his mind. "I don't know." He has just been drinking and his cup is half full still. He looks around for signs of Kid, MANTICORE's manager. "Why don't you go ahead and maybe I'll join you in a little while."

She's not taking no for an answer. He's coming with her. She grabs his arms and throws all her weight into the pool, taking a deep breath for when they hit the water.

When he realizes he's being dragged in and it's too late to save himself, he can only think to drop his drink just in time. Thankfully it's a plastic cup- the organizers were smart enough not to bring glass to a pool deck. As he gets flung into the water he makes a noise that's almost inhuman.

Sexy laughs as she breaches the surface of the water again, making sure Roy can find his footing. No, she doesn't mind all the people now staring at them. "Well, since you're already in...."

Roy surfaces with a gasp. His long bangs cover his eyes and beads of water drip from the tip of his nose, his shirt clings to his shoulders like a wet rag of a coat, making him look more like a wet dog than a cool beach hunk coming out of the ocean.

"I'd appreciate a warning next time!"

"Well, where would the fun in that be!?" She laughs and splashes at him.

With his bangs in his face, he doesn't see the splash coming. If he wasn't already soaked, he would be now. He spits some water out of his mouth.

"As much as I appreciate your intention to make this experience fun, sometimes people have important belongings with them even at pool parties." He reaches into his shirt pocket and raises his cell phone out of the water.

She covers her mouth in shock... also to hide the bit of a smile, "I'm so sorry! I didn't even think of that!" Still hiding the smile. It was terrible, yes, but since there wasn't much else to be done about it, it is also a bit funny.

Roy brushes the bangs out of his eyes and doggy paddles to the edge of the pool and places his phone on the deck. He can afford a replacement but would his phone number remain the same? It's important he keep it for reasons.

"What's that trick for saving a wet phone? Put it in a bowl of rice?"

"Dry rice, and you have to change it out every so often so it absorbs the moisture better. Putting it with a dehumidifier should help too." She smiles, "Don't you have your data synced anyway?"

"Data sync?" He seems confused. Roy hadn't looked into any details about his phone's perks. He only used it for calls and texts and that was about it. Something about carrying a phone everywhere in his pocket felt strange to him.

"I'm just starting to consider joining twitter. I honestly don't know. But I'll try the rice and hope for the best. I just need to keep the same phone number if I get a replacement. -It's more convenient."

Sexy laughs, "Where you back up your information to a computer. I don't think keeping the number is going to be a problem anyway. Usually it costs a little extra. I'd be happy to pay for it."

She floats around him, relaxing in the water, "How do you not have twitter!? You are doing your fans a disservice!"

"I'm not sure what I would tweet about. Do fans really want to hear small talk about what I ate for breakfast?" He raises a brow. Would that actually make other people happy, such a simple silly thing?

He pulls off his wet shirt and wrings it out, then tosses it onto the pool edge next to his phone with a wet slap. The tattoo on his left arm has long healed now and he forgets for the moment that he's been hiding it from the paparazzi. At least as long as they aren't peeping through the fence to see the stars it's unlikely they'll find out. From across the deck one of Roy's bandmates waves to him and flexes his arms, then gives a thumbs up. Roy sinks lower into the water. Really, did the rest of the band have to make such a big deal whenever he took off his shirt? Yes he's built, so what?

☆MUSICIAN TEST DRIVE: OHHH YEAH

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