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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The tone was nothing new, he didn't even acknowledge it, although he'd definitely heard it. "We're running to wherever isn't here!" He spoke the words as though they were obvious.

"I don't know what that stuff is, I don't want to find out. I don't see you actually fighting though, so I'm thinking running is the better option."

If it makes her feel better, Demyx swings his arm out behind him sending what should have been a tidal wave of water but actually was more like a small wave, splashing onto the ground with a glance back. "What the?" He sounded flustered.

"Dance water, dance!" He called, trying again with no results, as if he were completely dry.

"So... neither of us can actually fight now?" she asked, watching the display she would have sneeringly called pitiful, if her own hadn't failed so badly. "Fine... just... Fine. We can't use our abilities, there has to be something we can do, other than just running!" She refused to give up that easily. She couldn't. She had to get back home. She had to save her brother, she had her musical career to launch, and she wasn't going to just be kidnapped like some fairy tale princess. She knew better than to think any prince was coming for her. Even if the kiddy king no longer hated her, and she wasn't sure of that, she still wasn't going to expect rescue from him, from Kukai, from Ikuto who hadn't even come to her shows recently....

"Let's just... throw things at them!" she yelled, frustrated. And Iru and Il were going to hear from her for weeks for this. How dare they abandon her again? Of course, technically, she shouldn't have even been able to transform without them....

"That's what it looks like." Demyx didn't break his stride or his grip on his new companion, at least, not yet. She might be able to pull something out of nowhere or perhaps serve as a distraction when he got too tired.

"Throw what?" He snorted. Never mind that throwing wasn't his strong suit in the first place. "Not exactly seeing a whole lot around here and I don't even see where I was going anymore." That did make him stumble slightly, twisting his head around.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure I'm lost."

"Lost is still probably better than whatever they have in mind for us. We have to have something!" she started looking for loose rocks. She refused to just go along with being kidnapped. Not a chance. They wanted her, they were going to have to take some pain.

"That's why we're running. They have to give up sometime!" Demyx insisted, evasion was the better option here. He'd already failed with his water, he wasn't even sure he could summon Arpeggio. Rocks meant breaking stride and picking them up when they could be putting distance between them and their would be captors. What they actually needed was cover.

He let out a a sigh. "Fine." The best he could do was try and summon his beloved sitar. He could do that while he moved and on the third attempt, he skidded to a stop, his boots kicking up the dust and held her in his hands as she appeared, catching her deftly.

"Alright!" He smirked, now it was perfect, it was all going to work out. He moved his fingers over the strings bringing music, but no water.

"YOUR WEAPON APPEARED?" she asked, incredulous. Then she shook her head. She could have a pity party later. "HIT THEM WITH IT!" When magic failed, she was more then willing to let the tall stick figure of a guy save the day with brute force.

She blinked, surprised at herself, then scowled. He looked nothing like Ikuto! Nothing. Even if they both were tall, skinny, dressed all in black...

She missed Ikuto so much, but the days when he cared about her were clearly long gone. And she was tired of waiting for him, as much as the thought of moving on broke her heart a little each day. "Or give it to me, and I will!"

Her screaming at him was rather distracting and Demyx recoiled slightly. "Hit them...that's not really how my powers work!" He was a ranged fighter, he would prefer that the best. Summoning his weapon was the least of his powers and it really seemed like he had very little of them at the moment.

The idea of getting close and personal with someone spraying weird gas did not seem appealing in the least. The idea that she thought he could get through things with brute force was pretty laughable. Close hand to hand combat was really a weakness of his.

"Just shut up and let me get the water to come!"

"Right now, our powers aren't working," she didn't call him a moron, it managed to sound like she had, however. They had made no progress with their powers, and she didn't think they could outrun them, all running would do would be to make them breathe in more heavily, take in more of that gas. That left a direct attack, they had to take the chance. What other way was there for them to survive this?

"Look, I know that." He answered, still trying anyway. "Come on, come on." He pleaded with whatever soul would listen to him. "I don't have an ether on me and I don't even feel burnt out. What's happening here?"

How was getting close to them and hitting them with his sitar going to help?

"Fine," she said finally, her violet eyes blazing. "If you wont try something that might actually work," she stepped in front of him, "I will."

"Like what?" Demyx questioned again and let out an annoyed huff. He was open to suggestions that weren't suicidal.

"Fine, do whatever you want." He would wait a moment to see if it worked before he bailed on her. If it worked, he wouldn't have to run nearly as much as he did.

"Fine," she snapped. She stalked forward, pulling her belt off. She couldn't swing it, the links were too large. So she held it before her like a garrote, took a deep breath, then resumed her stalking, hoping to intimidate them, back them off.

"Are you crazy?" Demyx hissed after her. A belt? What was that going to do?

"You're going to get caught!" He wavered for a moment and shook his head. "You fight if you want." He turned and began to run again, forget her.

She had no clue what the belt could do, but at least she meant to try. She ignored the coward at her back and charged forward, hoping to bluff back the attackers, or failing that, take one of them down with her. She failed, of course, but... she had tried.

As she passed out, a name was on her lips. She might have given up on being in love with him, but she still loved him, still wished she could see him one last time. Would he try and save her? Probably not. But she knew he's save himself, he'd be fine. At the moment of what she thought was her death, she wanted to see him more than anything.

"Ikuto..." she whispered, as the gas overtook her. Reaching.

Leaving her to his demise bought him some time, but Demyx was tired. Exhausted even. He'd been running awhile. He took no notice when the girl fell but when they caught up to him and he was surrounded by strange gas, he covered his face with his hands.

Just don't breathe it in. He thought, but it was no use ultimately. He collapsed to his knees, eyes fluttering.

"I don't want to disappear." He whined, the last words on his own breath before he saw nothing but darkness.

☆MUSICIAN TEST DRIVE: OHHH YEAH

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Thank you for threading with me!!!!

Anytime. Sorry he bailed, haha. XD